Chastity

Yesterday I squirted everything my nuts had to dive down the eager throat of a short, meaty cocksucker. It had been a sweaty hour of wrestling against his body and intently trying to sweet-talk my way into his body with my raw, oozing dick. He'd said at the outset, when we were talking online, that he didn't want to be fucked raw, but "it's definitely better." Often that's a sign of a weak resolution, but in the end, before sealing the deal, he made it clear no raw. "I don't want you to be disappointed, but I can't." I told him as long as he gave good head and liked having his ass eaten, I wouldn't be disappointed. He even had sensitive nips for me to enjoy. So I trotted up there to see what I could get in him. In the end, just a load in the belly-- but I never get tired of inseminating other dudes however I can. I never get tired of seeing a body like that, luxuriantly curved with muscle, each round edge gleaming sharply in the dim light from the window, all spread out in front of me, working carefully for my pleasure from his perch between my spread thighs, rock-hard dick in his warm wet mouth. Never get tired of it.

At first I almost wanted to leave without even starting. He opened the door looking much nerdier than I expected, in rather unflattering oval wire-framed glasses and dumpy clothes. His apartment was a dizzying rabbit's warren of rooms stuffed with antique furniture, carved wooden screens, bear skin rugs with heads on, rooms full of "weird plants from Yemen" with grow lights blasting over them. His kissing style was weird pecks and bites and fishlike mouth shapes. I did like the firm muscular thickness of his body, and he seemed to have a serious badonk back there. But when he led me to the bedroom, he had a precious bed covered with puffy comforters and impossibly fluffy pillows, and it was way up in the air, like something a duchess would need two ladies in waiting to help her into each night with the added aid of a short step stool. All this was pretty boner-killing. But I figured, let's see what he's got to work with in his pants. And he had something great to work with.

First, he had to remove his "chastity device". He told me he liked to lock himself up-- there was a real key and everything for it that he had to fish out of a dresser drawer-- so he wouldn't be tempted to ever jerk off. He only wanted to cum when he was having sex, preferably without even touching himself. "Do you ever cum just from getting fucked?" I asked, and he said, "Almost every time. It's why I do this." And he pulled the contraption off himself, like he was releasing taffy from some extremely badly designed plastic packaging, while I endlessly looped in my head the image of fucking the cum out of his body with my dick, and then fucking my own cum back into it. I got him face down and dove into his ass and soon was mounted on top of him, one hand holding a beefy round buttock and probing his asshole with a finger, the other cradling the back of his buzzed head so I could run my tongue halfway down his throat. And I kept a stream of urgent whispers up in his ear, telling him how much I wish I could just stick my dick in his ass. I felt him slowly relenting, his resistance slowly melting, but then he pulled himself back from the brink, saying finally, "Second date! You can cum in me on the second date." But who knows if that's true.

And then I was on my back, admiring his manly shape and his much handsomer face, without the glasses, sucking my dick like a calf sucking an udder. Beautiful round buttocks, round meaty shoulders, round thick triceps, buzzed skull, all arrayed out for my visual delectation, while he sucked my bone so expertly that it felt like it would just fucking pop off my body. And then I was ejaculating down his throat, and he just beautifully tapped that hot spot on my dickhead while each pulse delivered salty nectar into his gullet. I came hard, for a long time. Beautiful.

Afterward he put the contraption back on while I washed the slime off my hands in his bathroom. We went into one of the wacky sitting rooms and talked a bit about his neighborhood, how NYC has changed, this and that. He was friendly for a good while, then seemed to harden a bit-- who knows why-- and made it clear it was time for me to go. So I packed up and went, leaving him with a belly full of my reproductive fluid. Who knows if I'll go back. But man, I'd love to feel his orgasm pulsing all around my raw dick… it would instantly make me lose my own load inside him, and we'd both be cumming together. Maybe I'll be back.