web log analysis Confessions of a Promiscuous Top: Maintenance Suck

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Maintenance Suck

Things are going well enough with my mom, and the weather has turned nice enough here, to put me in a much better mood and give me more energy to properly monitor the fluid level in my balls. For the first several weeks here it was like I forgot I even had balls, and I emptied them almost dutifully merely because I suddenly had precious free time and there was an available gullet to dispose of my surplus sperm in. Not my preferred modus operandi. The pickings are rather slim down here but I *am* very enthusiastic about fucking the tight little bottom from last week. I hit him up yesterday and we set up a time for this afternoon and I think he'll come through-- he wants my dick in him just as much as I do. But unfortunately my nuts have been dutifully pumping out unspent goo ever since The Perfect Fuck For Me on Saturday. And in the meantime there were periods of dirty texting with that guy (including a long message on Adam4Adam saying he was "honored" that he got to take my dick and wished it weren't the case that we'd probably never see each other again, because he could have sex with me every day and not get tired of it-- nice to read and made my gonads just sing) and generally feeling positive and optimistic (which always makes my balls go into overdrive). So I knew the four days' worth of back production would keep me from being able to fuck the little guy right; I didn't want to cum too fast with him. I needed someone to relieve the pressure last night after dinner. I wanted to get out of the house because it was a nice night, so I drove to a little parking lot by a greenway, cut the engine but left the radio playing nice melodic indie tunes, and cruised in the dark on my iPhone feverishly for about 90 minutes with no luck-- 90% of the time when you DO find someone down here who you have a mutual attraction for, they can't host. Finally when I had given up and driven a ways to get some oatmeal cookies to bring back and eat in bed while I fretted about popping too quickly in the Tight Little Bottom, I heard from a little cub who blew me a couple of years ago that I really enjoyed being with and talking to. Perfect! He didn't live far from the grocery store where I was buying cookies. So I ran over, feeling surprised at how things were suddenly working out when things had seemed so disastrous for the past month. I told him to light some candles "like last time," and he said "Wow you remembered!" Of course I did!

Well, the little cub was not-so-little any more; I think I might have been a little too obviously taken aback at just how round in the middle he'd gotten when he opened the door. I felt bad about this-- he's a good guy, very cute, and was offering to selflessly blow me and swallow the foul salty ejecta of my manly pleasure. Trying to deflect attention from my reaction and appear easy-breezy, I held up the cookies, which I'd imagined us eating in bed by candlelight after my orgasm. He laughed and set them on the counter; he was just wearing a t-shirt and a jockstrap. He moved extremely tentatively and lightly, reminding me very much of the dancing hippos in Fantasia. He turned around and I was behind him and kissed him a bit, and he seemed relieved. I remembered having a great time with him, but at that point I couldn't remember if it was because he gave good head or because I really liked fucking him-- his face is just very cute and I love plowing cute guys. He was just way too big to for me to fuck at this point, though; I was a little worried I wasn't going to get hard at all, given that he was a repeat and didn't have the cute little meaty body I remembered any more. But I gamely pulled off my shorts, went to his bed, laid back, spread my legs, and told him to get to work.

He seemed a little discombobulated by my completely flaccid penis, but damn if he didn't manage to suck it into a raging hard-on in what seemed like record time. It didn't hurt that his arms were actually quite muscular and hard, as were his shoulders; he was just really heavy around the middle. The head was Just Fine but for whatever reason my dick was just throbbingly turgid. I fucked it up into his mouth, holding his (very cute) ears when I needed more stimulation than he was giving, and after a while feeling like he was getting a little overexerted from his hooverlike suction and frantic head-bobbing, I just pushed his face down into my bush and stroked my aching, oozing bone against his cheek and eyebrow, telling him to rest and breathe in my smell, and he moaned with gratitude. He sucked me some more and got me close and then tipped me over the edge and drank it all. It was a little odd-- I wasn't that turned on and it really felt like I had sort of been milked like a cow with an uncomfortably full udder. My dick and my orgasm felt like they belonged to some guy a thousand miles away who was connected to me by some kind of poorly-implemented brain telegraph. Right after I came I just laughed and laughed because my balls felt light and snappy between my legs. I got the maintenance I needed!

After that we stood at his counter eating cookies and drinking milk and chatting, both of us wearing shirts and no pants, my dick still swollen with blood and hanging thickly between my legs for some reason-- it never fully shriveled up. We talked for a long time about his rather unusual job, the miserable city we were in, and his desire to live in NYC, where he gets to travel a few times a year (I've seen him online up there and sometimes we chat). He was talking about great restaurants he went to, trying to remember the name of an Australian or Austrian place he thought was in my neighborhood (it turned out to be *Argentinian* and a couple blocks from my apartment and also one of my favorites). It was a nice lively conversation and I think I made him insanely desirous of living there after I talked about all the things I missed about it living here for a month and a half. But it was getting very late at this point and I knew I had to get home. So I said my goodbyes and we added each other to facebook.

This afternoon: I deep-dick the little tight guy with light, lean, mean nuts. Hope he doesn't flake!

9 comments:

  1. This one made me sad... And much more appreciative of the anxiety you have about meeting readers for sex. I can't help but imagine reading those words said about me, and it would be crushing.

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    1. I'm actually surprised this is the first posting I've made that might make you feel that way, Patrick-- I've really trashed some dudes completely, and yet I still think this one guy is cute and enjoyed my time with him. But it is exactly the reason I don't (knowingly) hook up with readers... this is a place for me to say what I really think. I can't imagine anyone *wanting* to know exactly what I (or anyone) thinks about them!

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  2. No, definitely not the first time I reacted that way. Like you said, this is your space to recant what you experienced and felt, not to flatter and inflate the egos of your conquests. Yet something about this idea of being the chubby fluffer who only gets to make you cum so you're refreshed for a better, hotter fuck tomorrow... Just made me sad.

    The online hookup world was never for me! I tried it briefly and found that I was WAY too sensitive to handle the raw critiques of guys scanning your pictures. I'm just glad that I got rejected right out and never pity-fucked. Thankfully I found a LTR right out of the gate so I could leave the cruising to you hotter guys with thicker ... skin! It's way more fun to be on this side reading about your adventures!

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    1. There are some dudes who get off on being so used, actually! I can think of a number of cocksuckers I've known who would be thrilled to be in that position... though I don't know if the little cub is one of them. But perhaps I've got my comeuppance for my callousness anyway, as Tight Little Bottom (perhaps predictably) msged me first thing this morning saying he would have to go to some distant place before coming home from work and would probably not be able to meet with me. Not sure if that's true or just some kiss-off (he's not that far from me according to Scruff, but we weren't supposed to meet till a little later, so who knows). But I suppose our retributive God is not as asleep at the switch as he seems! Now I have light, well-oiled nuts for nothing!

      It's definitely a jungle out there. I'll take issue with the "hotter" appellation (I'm really nothing to look at) but I suppose I do have pretty thick skin. It helps to know I've got someone at home who loves me no matter what in dealing with the crap you get online (and you never know when someone's gonna throw a huge insult at you, when you're feeling very horny and fine). A while back some guy on Grindr kept msging me the text "FAT BASTARD." I can imagine a time when I might have been hurt or upset... but I just teased him a bit, stringing him along, and he eventually got bored and moved on.

      Anyway, sorry this entry wasn't a pure pleasure to read. Maybe the next one!

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  3. I think what Patrick might mean is that unlike crtiques of guys who are flakes or just lousy lays -- the comments like "He was just way too big to for me to fuck at this point" might hit a nerve for any guy who has struggled with weight or self-esteem stuff. More often, your humor is self-deprecating or the critque is counched in someting funny. This post had a tinge of pathos. But you are entirely correct -- this is your place to share. I recently hooked up with a long time FB and the sex was so uninspired, so flat, I just didn't even know what to say. Onward!

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    1. Yeh I think I understood that, and I actually hesitated a bit when I wrote that very phrase, as well as the thing about Fantasia, but I decided not to censor myself. For what it's worth, I consider guys who are taller than me "too big to fuck" too, even if they're built like adonises. I just don't like feeling like a poodle on top of a Great Dane (or a bulldog). Biggerness in any dimension and fucking don't mix for me, though anyone I think is cute can blow me.

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    2. Yeah, sometimes I feel like a yapping chihuahua bouncing around to rile up a German shepherd that just can't be bothered. Ha! I'm pretty sure it's my own warped body image that doesn't make me go for guys my size...

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    3. I just find the logistics and mechanics of fucking a bigger or taller guy too much of a turnoff to enjoy it, even if the guy has an incredible body or face. There's just no substitute for pummeling a little fella into the mattress.

      Anyway, your body looks a lot better than mine! Go fuck whoever you want!

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  4. couched and something - sorry for the typos!

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