Today I shot what felt like a very vigorous, healthy, forceful load down the throat of a little whisp of a dude who's been after me for a good while. This was the runner-up cocksucker from my rains-and-pours day a while back. He was annoyed that I chose someone else over him, and yet kept coming back to me once he saw me on Scruff: first with "Hey jerk" then repeated attempts to suck my dick despite being annoyed. I seriously tried but I am not endlessly available to ejaculate in your mouth; invariably when he hit me up I was not free, nor was he when I hit *him* up. Eventually he told me he'd lost interest, and I told him it was fine, I would leave him be. And then there he was again this morning, asking if I was horny. I had a standing offer from the Very Handsome German Nut-Drainer, who hit me up too early for me to be free, and told me he was off today. But I am always desirous of spreading my seed far and wide, so I gave this new kid a chance. But dude is very high-strung… I juiced him up nicely, but I'm kinda sorry I didn't give my load to the German, now.
When the Cranky Cocksuckin' Kid hit me up, my partner was still here eating lunch and I was about to make my own. I figure he felt blown off, and didn't answer my last question to him about how long he would be around for. I knew I had a sure thing in the German so I made a leisurely lunch and did some more work and, once my partner had left for the day, went back to Scruff and told him I had the place free. He wanted me to come to him. Fine enough; he was just on the other side of the (very large) neighborhood. But then he was extremely impatient, telling me to come now (I wasn't even dressed and needed to brush my teeth), asking if I'd left yet, asking if I was going to take a cab or the subway, telling me about the complicated arrangements to get into the building, asking if had left, telling me to text when I was close by, telling me to text whether the door was open or not, asking if I was close. I started to think he was high or something. I drove over, thinking it would save time over the subway, but there were trucks and construction everywhere, and was just peppered nonstop by this crap. I almost sent him a testy reply, but figured, well, maybe he's just very excited about finally getting my dick.
I got to his building, lucked out with parking right nearby, and the door was indeed open, so I went up to his floor. He had opened the door and popped his head out really quickly. I went through and he was doing that weird hiding-behind-the-door thing that some dudes do. He came out and was not even naked, so God knows what was up with that.
He looked pretty cute, and was much smaller than I expected. He would be really fun to fuck! He smiled pleasantly and didn't seem anything like his texting persona; he moved slowly and I could tell, by the way the room reeked of incense, that he'd probably been toking up before I got there. Who knows. I took off my shoes and jacket and made minor small talk and then leaned in to kiss. He turned his face away, and I asked, "You don't kiss?" and he shook his head "No", and I held his chin still and leaned in a little closer, and said a little firmly, "You sure?" and he again said, "No. Is that a problem?" I let him go, shrugging and unbuckling my belt and saying, "You'll just have to get me hard with your mouth, then." And I pushed him to his knees and he sucked me in and he did indeed get me pretty hard.
He actually gave very nice head, but honestly it's just not much fun when there is nothing going on but head on my dick. We moved to the bed and he laid on his back with his head off the edge and I fucked his mouth a bit, and admired his tiny little body and very hairy legs, but this position doesn't do much for me. I considered briefly climbing on top of him, overpowering him, grinding into him, and sticking my tongue down his throat; he was so small I could honestly snap him in two. But I'm not really that kinda guy, so I just said, "Let me up there, get between my legs." He obeyed and I got in position and he knelt before my manhood and sucked me back fully hard. I liked touching his little body and he had a thick head of jet-black, semi-curly hair. But again it was just too one-note. With no real reason to prolong this meagre pleasure, I just let him suck me to the brink, allowed myself to hang there for a few long seconds, and then just let my genitals take over. My rod lengthened and thickened and hardened and I said, "You're going to make me cum," and he kept doing exactly what he was doing and I felt the cum jet out. Oddly, this was one of the most intense and pleasant ejaculations I've had in a good while-- maybe because it was so localized between my legs and not spread out all over my body, all through my bones and muscles and flushed skin. The entire orgasm was concentrated in the tubes that were now ejecting the sperm from my body into his. He kept sucking me and I kept shooting and I felt like I was going to have one of those small secondary orgasms right there in his mouth. But it too subsided, and he let me pop out of his mouth, asking very absurdly, "Did you cum?" I laughed incredulously, and said "You didn't feel that??" And he shrugged and said "Yeah I did but I wanted to ask," and then he put my dick back in his mouth and kept sucking my fat dickhead and stroking himself for a while longer. I let him enjoy my meat a bit, but figured I should just get out of there and come back to work. So I patted him on the belly, told him "Not bad, not bad," and got out of bed and started putting on my clothes. He stretched on the bed and said "Now I can get on with my day." I guess he had been jonesing all morning and gotten nowhere way over there in his outpost of gay Brooklyn on a Monday.
So many guys out there are like this; all about one thing, no kissing, no connection, no involvement. It was kind of fun to have someone who is good at what he does get me from limp to hard to spurting out goo in ten minutes or so like that-- a fascinating feat of oral alchemy, turning noodles into spooge-- but I can't imagine a steady diet of this. But hey… now *I* can get on with *my* day, too!
Just found your blog. Very nice. Feel free to check out the one I've just started if you like. Blogger.storiestotellthekidskids.com
ReplyDeleteI tried to do this in a private messages so as to not seem like I was shamelessly promoting but I couldn't figure out how. Hope all is well.
Thanks for the compliments. And I'm all for shameless self-promotion. But your blog doesn't seem to exist!
DeleteLove your writing man. I'll be shameless and say your dick (and the rest of you) is in my bucket list. (Have you considered at least an e-mail to contact you with?)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Zen Mann! Glad you enjoy listening in on my sex life. I'm somehow not comfortable with the idea of fucking my readers, though, and like keeping my normal life separate from my erotic one, so I don't have a way to contact me here. But I always welcome comments. If you happen to find me online and recognize me (it's happened!), and you want to see what it's like to have sex with me for real, just don't tell me you're a reader till I've fucked you and it's too late!
DeleteI'm not gonna hold my breath over that, but just in case it happened and I remembered, I'll just shut up (and probably write about it soon. LOL)
DeleteTurnabout would be fair play! You have a blog too?
Deletehttp://zenmann5.blogspot.com/
DeleteI can be a little one minded myself sometimes but I'm always a kisser if the other guy is into it. poor guy.
ReplyDeleteI am very into it and on occasion have won over guys who say they aren't, but typically only after the sex has started getting hot and intense. But if a guy is dead-set against it, even trying that can be really disconcerting. Kissing is just incredibly erotic and makes everything 1000 times more fun; I can't believe guys want to miss out on that, but they do.
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