Poor Guy

Well, my dick is suddenly popular again-- I dunno if it's the weather or what, but dudes seem pretty horny out there (it's a gorgeous sunny day). A tall black dude about my age who has a nice ass and body and an ok face hit me up first, but was slow on the replying; then a verrry tall young dude with an extravagant blond beard hit me up on BBRT, and we got kind of hot and heavy with the emails and then moved to texting, as he sounded like an ideal cocksucker, and I've always liked getting with guys who are conspicuously hipstery, even naked. But once I started to seal the deal he told me he was waaay up in Harlem, and while he was planning to come downtown and could easily come here, he was busy till the end of the day. Nothing drives me crazier than waiting around for sex, so I hit up a bunch of other guys who had been Very Into me on various apps, but they all begged off till tomorrow or the weekend. During all this, the tall black guy slowly sprinkled some pointless how-are-you-type emails and then I was hit up by the guy with the beautiful, gigantic dick who dared to tell me no when we hooked up. He seemed hot to trot but if I didn't decide RIGHT THEN AND THERE when and where he was to suck my dick, he was going to go away for the afternoon. I didn't blame him, but figured it would be nice to get together again, if only so I could get some of that FIENDISHLY LONG AND FAT DICK of his, so I relented, gave up on finding someone new, and told him to come over. And he did. And then maybe 40 minutes later he left, a confused mixture of extremely excited and rather shaken. Because you know what happened.


I slipped my filthy, bare bone in his pristine hole and made him cum with it. And he wanted it, he even said, "Put it all the way in" when I had gone from suggestive fumbling, knock-knock-knocking on heaven's door with my dickhead to shallow, shallow penetration combined with intense nipple work that slowly made him lose his mind and acceded to the role of bare penile receptor. But he didn't want it, too. And while every time I get my raw dick in someone new I feel an inch or two taller, I much prefer it when someone really, really wants it in an uncomplicated way. Poor guy.

I forgot that he doesn't really give very good head-- he's quite rough in some ways and too soft in others. But the main event was just pressing my body into his, sucking on his own beautiful, BEAUTIFUL dick, and feeling his desire for me inside him mount higher and higher. I know I had slightly worked my dickhead into him last time, but this time, with that demand for my whole tool, I felt like I was flying, and I fucked him with long deep strokes, pulling his hips up to me. The deeper I went the more excited he became. Despite having gotten off both of the previous two days, I felt my nuts grow extremely tense with the need to cum, but I managed to ride it over the other side-- maybe a little bit of my cum ran out my tubesteak while I rested on top of him, I'm not positive-- but however it happened, I was able to deep dick him just the way he wanted but was afraid to ask for before it was happening. There is something extremely exciting about fucking a guy with a giant prong like that; I couldn't leave it alone while I bucked into him, like the horn of a saddle. He stayed hard as a rock, and freely oozed precum, and when I grabbed it and stroked it up and down, trying to match the rhythm of my hips, he hissed, "You're gonna make me CUM." I immediately let it go, and it throbbed there in the air for a bit; his whole body was one big clenched muscle and his skin grew red but then the erection bobbed back a little again. I pushed into him deep, hiked his legs up around me, and lay flat on him, cooing into his ear, "Just relax, just enjoy it, don't cum, just feel good." And we sucked each other's lips and held each other tight and felt the intense pleasure of male bodies interpenetrated.

But I had to get that fucking BONE in my hands again. It's really the most beautiful dick I've ever had, I think. A dick often is either more or less attractive depending on who possesses it; a fairly average, shapely dick on a smokin' hot manly dude can seem much more exciting than a perfect sausage on an ugly dude. This guy is not ugly of course-- he's older than me but quite cute in a very nerdy way-- but his dick is like a whole other organism, and whole other level of awesome, that makes it disconnected from his body and gives it a life of its own. It really is an awesome, awesome dick. It was long enough that I could comfortable suck the head while I fucked his ass, but I just wanted to feel its heft in my hand again. I slicked up my palm well and stroked it luxuriantly up and down, marveling in all its inches, and again he hissed and stiffened. "You are gonna MAKE ME CUM," he said, both admonition and plaintive request. "Go ahead," I said, not altering my stroke or my thrusting, but staring him in the eye and working his unit slowly up and down while my meat made slithery noises in his insides. "Cum for me. Can you cum like this?" I asked and he nodded, looking a little faint, but I just kept up the slow rolling and felt him start pulsing around me, and then saw his dick get even fatter and his cum-tube bulge out in high relief against his flesh stick and then white gobs of cum began oozing out onto his belly. He flopped around helplessly while I stroked him a few more times, but now I had to cum, and I was not going to upset him by loading him up. So I pulled out quickly and let go of his own dick and jerked mine. He grabbed his and met my now quite furious tempo, and the first jet of my ejaculate flew over his head and onto the pillow against the wall. The second landed directly on his cheek. I am pretty sure seeing my spooge fly all over him like that made him start cumming another round of white goo, but maybe it was my imagination. He was definitely deeply enjoying the orgasm I gave him. I continued to blow all over him, each jet landing a little closer to his dick, until I was dribbling on his nuts.

He had warned me when I was fingering him a bit, before any of the raw festivities started, that he "wasn't ready for that-- hadn't prepared," so I worried I would not be completely clean, and I ran quickly to the bathroom to inspect and get him a hand towel. But my dick was fine. I washed it briefly, wet a corner of a hand towel, and brought it to him to clean up with. He grabbed it and ran to the bathroom and closed the door.

If there had been bleach in there, I feel confident he would have bathed in it. He was clearly spooked. Again… poor guy.

He came out and I offered him some water, and he strolled around my apartment, looking at the various views and rooms and decor, and chatted amiably about going to the beach for the afternoon, and was I negative?, and how nice it is in Portugal, and am I really healthy and not positive?, and how he has worked in fashion and film and is looking for a job, and that was really fun, am I really negative? I assured him I tested negative a few months ago and planned to get tested again any day now, and that he was probably fine. Poor, poor guy. I didn't even cum in him. Well, I don't think I did.

But when he said "PUT THE WHOLE THING IN" there was no turning back. I don't know what it's like to be a bottom in this situation. He seemed deeply satisfied and very worried when he left. It must be a very complicated thing.

I'll get a test soon. Maybe next time, he'll leave with his guts all full of my jizz!