Stupefied

Today definitely made up for yesterday. We stopped off in DC to break up the long drive back to Brooklyn and are staying in a friend's empty apartment. I had to get back into the swing of things at work after a long holiday vacation. My partner spent the day beebopping around the city. Work was busy in the morning but light in the afternoon, and of course I'd been looking for someone to unload in the whole time in the background as I worked. The selection of men here is definitely better than it was down south in my hometown-- an online acquaintance who recently moved there called it the "sale-bin of gays", a very apt phrase that fills me with jealousy when I think I didn't coin it. But I'm amazed at how many guys in DC are still on all the hookup sites with exactly the same pictures and professed ages they had when I lived here years and years ago! And the same guys I rejected over and over while I lived here still hit on me like clockwork. And predictably, a bunch of other guys professed great desire for my dick and cum NOW and then suddenly became too busy when the time came to seal the deal. Same old same old! I came to despair of ever losing this week-long load. Until I finally hit on a guy on Growlr-- the site that let me down yesterday and which has not yielded any high-quality sex for me yet-- who looked verrrry nice but totally the type of guy who would blow me off. Surprisingly he replied right away with unlocked pix showing a gorgeously-shaped, naturally muscular body with a bit of padding and verrry nice hair and a rather pretty tool, too, sitting back in a chair with legs open just so, showing off his awesomely ample nutsack. He liked my pix too. But he was working in Georgetown and wouldn't be off till I would have to be having dinner and leaving town for home. I playfully asked him if he had an office door that locked, and decided I'd have to move on. Surprisingly again, after a bit of a delay, he said yes-- he could just "close the store" for a while and suck me off. I thought, "!!!" He told me where to go-- a stuffy antiques store on the north end of the neighborhood, and I told him I could be there in 15 minutes. But I didn't realize what was in store for me!

I got there quickly and easily found parking, which is not common in that hood. I rang the bell at the door of the store and saw him materialize out of the depths of the place, wearing slightly tight jeans that he was filling out in a way that set my head spinning. His body was *much* nicer than the photos let on, much more intimidatingly built. He was also more handsome, with very dark, short hair and a rather full but trim black beard shaped a little bit like king of hearts in a deck of cards-- rather elongated on his very handsome chin. He had intense greenish blue eyes and somewhat swarthy skin. He let me in and turned around to lead me to the back, chatting amiably about breaking down and just closing the store early since there was no business all day, to give us time, yadda yadda. But all I could do was look at the incredible ass that was fighting its way out of his jeans, and the way his belt hitched up over his hips, stretched tight above the cheeks, then plunged down above his groin-- a curve that I can only describe as stupefying. What is it about the shape of a man's narrow hips, set above ample thighs and assmeat, that speaks to me so forcefully and wordlessly? What set of nerves in my brain picks up that shape and tells my knees to go slack? He was fuckin beautiful. He had told me he wanted me to suck him too, and online I'd said a handsome guy can inspire me to do that. This guy had me wanting to drop to my knees instantly.

He cast his gaze around the place for somewhere we could go at it. I joined him, looking around at all the fussy pink, green, and pale yellow fabrics, and finally said, "We can't go at it on antiques." He laughed and said, "Yeah, there's no way I could get hard surrounded by all this. Well, I have a tiny little office." He led me back to the middle of the store and off to the side was a cramped closet jammed with files, fax machines, computers, and an absurdly large office chair. A space heater had it feeling rather tropical in there. I'm typically very easily distracted by uncomfortable surroundings, but I didn't care. Inexplicably, he told me, "You are a sexy fucker." I'm not; I look like your dad. But he really believed it so I kissed him. We made out a bunch and both said "Oh yeah" when we felt our lips touch with just the right, mutually agreeable pressure, and I grabbed his firm, shapely body and pulled it to mine hard. I wanted to feel everything. He groped my meat through my jeans but I wasn't responding very quickly-- it really was just so cramped and uncomfortable in there. I felt his dick, and he was clearly hard and ready. So I just got down on the floor, unbuttoned his pants, admired his tight briefs clinging to his body for a bit, then pulled everything down and watched his pretty dick spring free in my face. He was only a tad smaller than me, a tad less meaty, and his head was more pointy and slender. He had the most beautiful set of full, round, tight-clinging balls I've seen in years hanging below. His whole body had light patches of that intensely dark chocolatey hair on it. My mouth overflowed with saliva and I just stared at it for a minute. A stream of gentle, porny talk flowed from his mouth in a very genteel mid-atlantic accent that only made me want him more: "Yeah, look at my dick, daddy bear gonna suck my dick, blablabla," but I kinda liked it.

I don't suck a lot of dick, certainly not as a main attraction, but I wish I was still sucking his. Something about such a brutally handsome guy makes even a selfish top like me just need to do that. I sucked him till he oozed sweet precum in me. I worked my own dick over my lowered waistband as best I could, but it was very cramped. We pulled out the giant chair and he sat in it and I sucked him some more, simultaneously pulling off my pants so I could masturbate easier. After a while I was very hard, so I stood up and pushed him to his knees, and he sucked me back-- you can't imagine the thrill that went through my body when I saw that manly face full of my meat. He held my balls tight and sucked me rather roughly but with pretty good skill. I kneaded his meaty, wide shoulders through his dress shirt, then pulled it off to see his white t-shirt underneath, which clinged a little more to his beautiful curves. I reached inside to stroke his hairy chest and nips while he worked my dickhead. This was fucking awesome.

We basically just kept trading places like that in this tiny room, moving the chair back and forth under the desk to give more room or a place to sit as needed. Several times while blowing him I felt the cum press hard against the ducts in my groin, wanting to spew. But I would relax and keep at it, letting the feeling subside. He took his shirt off and stood in front of me totally naked. I just looked him up and down, then took him all the way to the balls and closed my mouth around his coarsely hairy cockroot. He groaned and expressed his approval. And he did the same to me. I desperately wanted there to be a bed I could throw him on and grind into him on. Lacking that, we manhandled each other standing up, fucking each other's dick, feeling each other's solidity, and just enjoying being dudes having hot hot fun fun sex. We stroked each other's dick and stared into each other's eyes and bit into each other's neck.

The final time I got to my knees to eat his bone, I pulled his balls down hard, which he liked and wanted harder, and just looked at these marvels in my hand, round firm flesh perfectly cloven down the middle like an oversized plum, just beautifully shaped testicles. And something about feeling them in my hand, and his dick in my mouth, and my own dickhead swollen and fat in my hand, made me start to shoot. "Ugh I'm cumming," I managed to chortle out, and a big jet shot in the air between us. He saw it fly and his eyes grew wide, and he hissed "In my mouth, in my mouth!" I stood up while he crouched down and we got my dickhead in his mouth as the third jet came out. He sucked me hard, a little too hard, but he wanted my juice. Fuck, I wanted his too. I wish we were someplace where we could be 69ing and jizzing down each other's throats simultaneously. My bones turn to rubber just thinking about it. Instead, he sucked the remaining cum out of me and beat off into his own hand-- not hard jets like mine, but his cum was beautiful to see anyway because it was his. I should have tasted it. I really should have.

Instead, we wiped ourselves off on his t-shirt and chatted a bit as I dressed and cleaned up. Turns out we moved to DC within a year of each other, after both having left the same state where I went to graduate school-- he grew up a little ways up from the university! Weird coincidence! He's in a relationship too, I gather. But he told me if I was passing through again, to contact him. "My apartment is much more accommodating than this office." I just want to get on top of him so bad. And if he doesn't want that beautiful round hard ass eaten out, Satan is truly prince of this world and God is truly dead. He's someone I definitely have to keep in touch with.

So a bunch of my load was wasted on the floor of a prissy furniture store. But a bunch of it is now inside one of the handsomest men I've ever touched. Finally starting 2013 out right!