SWEET FUCKING RELIEF

So I'd just been walking around with all that unspent cum in my nuts since trying to unleash it on the two ineffectual bottoms Monday afternoon-- which means all the cum I've made since Friday, PLUS the extra cum churned up by eating out the beautiful, useless kid and then getting beautifully sucked by and ramming the supposed easy hole, was roiling inside my scrotum. I felt oddly untroubled by it-- I know sometimes being that full of juice makes me out of my mind with the need to shoot it out, but recent experiences have maybe made me a little mellower. I cruised a bunch but got nowhere, but didn't feel like OH MY GOD I MUST EJACULATE NOW. A black kid who was all over me yesterday on Scruff, who had a verrrry nice body but wasn't really my type in the face reappeared, and I figured, well, if he wants to suck me off and relieve me, I wouldn't push him out of bed. So I offered my dick to him. He seemed very enthusiastic, asking "You just want head?" as if he wanted more but seemed OK with my selfish needs, and said he would text me when he was ready to leave. Just then, my Old Reliable (who I can't believe I haven't fucked in two years) appeared on Adam4Adam, and viewed my profile without saying anything. I have very fond associations with that guy, even though he's not the hottest dude I ever plowed, and  even thoughI've fucked him several times since moving to NYC, and even though we had an awkward conversation sometime last year where he showed me a link to some weird anal device online that he wanted to try, and which I couldn't even figure out the purpose of, my heart leapt seeing him there, so I said hello. He asked if I was around and I told him I was waiting for someone but I'd let him know if it fell through, and he reminded me of his number. And I waited and waited for the black kid to text me, but he never did. So I gave up on him and texted Old Reliable. He was perfectly willing to drive over here instantly. I *knew* he could get me off properly; if I took it slowly enough I could fuck it into his sweet velvety guts. So I gave him the address…. and then all hell broke loose at work.

The short version is that a bunch of work I've primarily done for my company is being audited by an outside authority, and today we found out a big section of it is Not Good. I freaked a bit, and talked to a frantic colleague, and tried to get in touch with the auditor to find out the extent of what he was talking about. He wasn't answering, and I checked through some things and realized the kind of thing I had missed in the evaluation, and began to feel very stressed. We actually have more time, so it's not a huge disaster-- we tried to get evaluated earlier than we needed to. But this was very stressful. I calmed down my colleague, thought about what I should do to remedy this, and then the doorman buzzed. And just as I was letting in my bottom, the phone rang-- it was the auditor calling back. Ay ay ay!

My reliable bottom was unfazed at the hellzapoppins and just sat on the couch and told me to take care of what I had to. I worked things out a bit with the auditor, then told my colleague I was taking a break for a bit, and then turned back to my bottom.

He was looking pretty good, I must say. He clearly works out and has slooooowly built his body up from just eh completely average to the very fringes of hunky. (My body changes just as slowly when I work out; even when I was going to the gym four or five times a week religiously, I never got very attractive. Better, definitely, but not like some guys.) His black hair was very closely buzzed to his skull. He had on cute sneakers. I really wanted to put my dick in him.

But I was so, so, SO stressed. He didn't want any water or anything so I led him back to the bedroom and we made out a bit. He was wearing whatever scent he's always wearing-- I don't know if it's soap or cologne or what, but I love it. We put our hands on each other and kissed very slowly, and I was definitely feeling nice, but I knew I had been too stressed by the previous half hour to sproing a boner instantly. I took down my shorts and asked him to suck me, and it felt good, but my poor shellshocked dick was not responding.

One nice thing about getting with regulars is they know what it's like once your motor starts. They know that little noodle is going to grow into a battering ram, they know how I'm gonna taste, they know how I'm gonna fuck them, and they want to get me there. So I didn't panic or anything. I just wanted to somehow calm down and freakin enjoy finally unloading all this semen. I took my dick back, and we pulled off his clothes too, leaving on his small black briefs, and I felt his small dick harden through the fabric as I ran my hands over him-- I forgot, he's actually really quite small, though he has awesome testicles. He reached down for my junk and fondled my balls-- not my dick, just my balls, which are seriously oversized now, such as they get anyway; when I don't cum for a long time they do noticeably swell and that kind of turns me on. He just fondled them gently, only occasionally grazing my dickhead with the side of his hand, while I kissed his ridiculously delicious, addictive lips. Just that little gesture was the thing I needed to make whatever spring was wound up tight in my sex slowly unwind.

My dick jumped at being so close to but left out of the fun. Deciding to continue the indirect method, I turned his body around, led him to the bed, bent him over it, and pulled off the little briefs. And I buried my face in his very sweet ass-- it's looking a lot nicer too, maybe he's doing squats-- and let my face wander hither and yon in his hindquarters.

He moaned and sighed and even chuckled a little at one point, shaking his head, saying, "God that feels so gooooood" and I just kept up my lapping and licking, sucking down his big rough hairy nuts into my mouth one at a time, very lightly tonguing him, thinking about how amazing the pleasure of having another man's gonads in your mouth can be, something that simple. And all this made my dick hard as a rock.

When I offered it to him-- not rushing through the ass-eating, however; I totally gave him his fill, only occasionally getting up to tease him with the head of my now fully erect dick, letting the velvety fleshy dickhead slide up and down in the now spit-slick crack of his rear, and then going back for more to eat-- when he saw it at full mast, he turned on his side, greedily sucked it down and nursed it like he was starving for tubesteak. I love how he looks with my dick in his mouth: his dark stubble, his striking brows, his olive skin against my pale dick.

And somehow, despite being full of pints and pints of excess sperm, I held it all together. Eventually I slid my bone in his hole, and that sensation instantly reminded me of why he's always been one of my favorite bottoms. I went it with no resistance, only warm, velvety friction, his insides perfectly slippery with just a little bit of spit on my part. He enveloped me so beautifully I wanted to stuff in my nuts, too, wished I could put everything in there, wished I had ten dicks to fuck him with simultaneously.

He stared at me with his soulful, miles-deep golden brown eyes while I drilled in and out of him. He smiled briefly when I said "I don't wanna cum too fast, I gotta fuck you slow, oh my god I love fucking you," and then his face returned to a determined bottom's face, intent on my every movement, not wanting to miss even a small gesture or turn that might be involved in getting his ass fucked. My body felt taut, a thick knot of fuck muscle on top of him, moving back and forth to give him every inch of my erection like a skilled athlete. I don't know how, but I fucked him for about twenty minutes like this, face to face, never taking it out, often pushing in deep as I could and then finding a few centimeters more to give him, making my dick reach into the deepest part of him, staring into his eyes all the while, mounted on top of him and not giving up till I had as much pleasure as I could take. At one point when I lowered my body on his, I was very very close, I told him so, and he flexed inside, milking me a bit, and I had to cry out, "Easy easy easy, I'm verrrrry close," and he didn't ease up, and suddenly a frustrated rivulet of my semen escaped from my balls, oozed viscously through all my tubes and ducts, and ran out my dickhole and into his depths. Not a full spurt, but enough volume to take some of the pressure off, and also to seriously slick him up inside.

"Ah, I think I just came in you a little," I said quietly, with my face against his neck. "But I can keep going." And when he felt my dick sliding wetly in my own spunk inside him, he wrapped his hairy legs around me tight, and pulled me close to him, electric with pleasure at having some of my cum inside him but still getting more hard dick fucking into him. Now, not so hot to cum, I could fuck him with more generous thrusts, holding his feet wide and watching my very wet dick appear and disappear from inside his body, listening to the sounds of very juicy fucking. Again, hypnotically, staring deep into each other, bodies deeply melded, we shared that intense pleasure, that intense give and take, those primal roles.

When it was all too much, I just let myself go, and fucked him hard, pushing into him deep as I could, and let everything out. All the cum that two other men couldn't coax out of me, I was suddenly holding in for those long minutes with him, and then it was time to inseminate him. He loves my cum, loves taking it, always tells me so, just saying "your load" to me excites him, I can tell. "Lucky guy who gets your load!" he had said when I told him I was going to get sucked off by someone else. And now here he was on his back taking every drop. When I was done pulsing, I pushed in deep, and he flexed inside again, milking me, creating pressure just around the ridge of my dickhead and that beautiful hotspot on the front of my shaft, saying, I love your dick, I love what you do to me, thank you.

I kept kissing him while he did this, holding his body tight, radiating my post-coital heat into his skin, feeling my heartbeat slow. And I slowly pulled my soaked dick out of him, and slid up beside him, laying it on his thigh. He took up his dick and beat off, wanting to cum too, now that he was full of my emission. I forget what I did to him that suddenly made him pop: was it when I tugged on his nipple, sucked his earlobe between my lips, or slid my fingertip up under his hairy balls and touched that patch of skin where there is no hair, that very sensitive part? Whatever it was, it made him instantly ejaculate, and the heat of the excitement of knowing I helped him cum like that instantly burned out the memory of whatever had just happened. We kissed some more, and I stroked his meaty thighs, and said, "Let me get you something to clean up with." I wish I could have lay there with him, but he had cum a bit gob and it was trembling precariously right in the middle of his belly, ready to spill to either side once it went from hot and viscous to cold and runny. It was ghetto, but all I could offer him was a dirty t-shirt. "Are you *sure*??" he asked. He's a Virgo, after all. But he cleaned up and I got in bed beside him and we talked fairly energetically about, what else, real estate. I believe he's a realtor himself, and I'm very interested in the changes going on here in my neighborhood and across Brooklyn in general. For the first time he really seemed to let his guard down and we had a really animated conversation. Then he went to rinse off and get dressed. But I kept sliding up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, pulling him to me, telling me how much I needed that, how much I love fucking him, and he laughed and seemed very flattered.

I can't believe how clear I feel after this orgasm. Everything seems bright and clean. I feel like I can work out the issue at work and everything will be OK.

I have a stable of reliable sex partners who always make me feel this way, or almost always do. But I am so greedy. I always want the untried, the new, the guy who looks completely different from the last guy, the hipster, now the finance guy, the black dude, now the blond, the short compact guy, now the long lanky one, the one with the big dick, the one with the big ass. I could give up the chase and go for the reliable ones over and over. But I just can't bring myself. I don't know why I'm like this. But right now, I'm glad I let an old friend in to help me lighten my burden… and take it home inside himself!