Quick Relief

Today I went to Soho to get some quick relief. I was out of town for the long weekend and have family visiting now, so I haven't gotten off since last week. On Monday I got a note from a guy I used to fuck the living hell out of in the town I used to live in-- once I plowed him for two hours straight, until we were both dizzy and exhausted with pleasure, until I finally unloaded down his throat. He was really the ideal bottom for me-- short, average looking in the face but very muscular and tight, hairy, huge dick for a little guy, ass that would make you cry, and able to take a pounding like a champ. Absolutely velvety and slick inside; the relentless desire to continue the in-and-out with him would almost drive me crazy, but I couldn't stop and never wanted to cum because the fucking was too good. He said he was going to be in town for a couple of days and wanted me in him again for old time's sake. It was very nice to hear from him after all these years, so of course I wanted to get with him, but timing was tricky with the visitors. As it turned out the only time I had free, Wednesday afternoon, his phone went out and he wasn't getting reception. So I missed out on prime ass-- I can't stress how awesome a bottom this guy is-- and it left me insanely horny with no outlet that day. Ultra Meat hit me up again while I was waiting to hear from Ideal Bottom but I put him off. (I'm pretty thrilled to have this stud constantly after my tool, but I can't do him every week; I just can't.) The very rough bottom from a while back suddenly favorited me on Daddyhunt yesterday, so I sent him a quick little jokey note asking why I wasn't his favorite before. He wrote back a rather bitchy reply-- the last time he hit me up for more dick, I'd honestly told him I would like to get together again sometime, but I'm a bad fuck buddy, just a big whore, and I like to space out repeats. He took great offense at this (I wasn't calling *him* a whore!) but I thought maybe he forgot about it and was signalling a desire to get together again. Apparently not. This time he told me he didn't appreciate what I'd said before, that I was extremely rude, and then asked if I wanted him to paint my apartment as he was hurting for work. Dudes be crazy! I was out of my mind with a week's worth of cum backing up to my eyeballs and could not take this. So today I felt fortunate to be hit up right away in the morning by a really handsome Arab with a sweet slender body covered with soft, straight hair who wanted to suck all the cum out of me. I should have been working-- I have jury duty tomorrow and am *always* picked, it's a curse, so I have a lot to do before I vanish for however long-- but honestly at that point all I cared about was getting sucked off and cumming in someone hot. So I abandoned work and ran over.

Begging

Perhaps reliably, last night's marathon fuckfest uptown didn't happen. All afternoon we exchanged little texts about the assignation. He told me the general block he lives on so I could gauge how long it would take to get there. But we'd talked about me calling him after I was done with a volunteer stint in midtown. When I was done, I texted and called, and got no response. I waited around in the noirish drizzle in Midtown-- there's nothing going on there at night, and with the huge skyscrapers all around lit up with spotlights, their height disappearing into the foggy sky, I felt like I was in some kind of sinister thriller. I gave him 20 minutes and decided to go get something to eat, sticking around the area in case he came through-- he lives in Harlem. An hour later I was eating some mediocre lasagna in Hell's Kitchen and seeing who was around on Scruff and Grindr-- no one talks to me there, do people talk? And then, an hour after I was supposed to be fucking him, he calls and texts with the address, asking if I could also pick up some cigarettes on the way! I told him it was too late, I had already left and was eating (a small lie, but nothing is a bigger turnoff than flakiness). First he claimed he'd sent me the address and confirmed in the afternoon (he hadn't), then claimed he was "in a meeting" when I called him and didn't hear the phone-- who has meetings at 8:45pm?? I think he must do a lot of drugs. He seemed normal the times we talked on the phone and texted-- actually like a smart, cool person. But he was clearly making shit up. He finally said, "Another time, I hope," but I don't think so. This was doubly frustrating for me, because on and off all day I'd been involved in an extended dad/son fantasy chat on Manhunt with a very handsome young man, which left my pants gooey inside and my hands shaking. I was really looking forward to taking all that pent up horniness out on Flaky Harlem Muscle Guy, but it wasn't meant to be. Today, My Son hit me up yet again, looking for more nasty chat about my cum. I've got him begging me to cum inside him now, but I'm not sure if this is just fantasy or not-- he definitely sounds like other guys who have started out chaste and safe and end up begging me to ejaculate in them until it's coming out of their ears, so I'm optimistic it might turn into reality. But another day of chat with this extremely cute hairy guy was not helping my concentration any. And absolutely no one was biting today. So when I was hit up by UltraMeat-- with the very efficient msg "Service?"-- first I told him, "I'm really looking to fuck today." He said, "Aww please? I'll let you cum in my mouth." Something he didn't do last time. I decided it is insane that I let a guy like that beg and beg and turn him away, with a body like that, with a face like that, so beautifully sensual and eager-to-please. So I told him to come over now, and let me eat his ass this time. He showered quickly and was here in about 10 minutes.

My Semen's Biggest Fan

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Dusk Fuck

Today I fucked Little Beard Big Nose again. I recently got an iPhone, opening me up to the wonderful world of grindr and scruff, which had been unavailable on my stupid old smartphone. But I don't seem to be very popular on either site. And of course it is Friday, a/k/a No One Is Gonna Fuck You Day, and it's raining outside. So when I saw Little Beard Big Nose on scruff or wherever, I hit him up, saying "Wanna fuck? I'm horny." He told me a friend was coming over and he couldn't get away, but then a few minutes later said the guy had cancelled on him. (I wondered if HE cancelled on the FRIEND.) It's getting dark early now, and it was gloomy outside so the light was low, and I had several hours free after work. So I asked him if he had some time to spend, if we could take it slow and really get into it. There is something really sensual to me about fucking at night, when the lights are low and the fall is coming; I do most of my fucking during the day so this was a bit of a treat that I wanted to savor, and I knew he wouldn't disappoint me in the pleasure department. He said sure, and was over in about 10 minutes.

Fetish?

Today was another one of those flabbergasting experiences that I feel like I can't explain: I got blown by a good looking, hugely stacked and muscular, beautifully proportioned 31-year-old black guy-- or maybe he was Latino and middle-eastern? It was hard to tell from looking at him, but his accent sounded lightly tinged with the cadence of black speech, and his skin had the chocolatey undertone, and his ass had the ampleness, and his pubes the rough, very short-curled texture, of a black guy. No matter-- he was one extremely beautiful man, and he hit me up Monday on Daddyhunt with the charming greeting, "Fuck me?" His profile wasn't filled out much, so I didn't know where he was or even how tall he was and stuff like that. But the body was undeniably my kinda body-- huge chest, huge shoulders, huge guns, thick neck, big ass, big legs, willowy waist, no fat anywhere, beautiful masculine proportions. I asked if he took it raw and he said no. I had really, really wanted to fuck on Monday, so I told him maybe he could suck me off sometime and mentally put him in the "no" bin, turning to other possibilities. And then the begging started.

Promiscuous Fool

Today I fooled around with the incredibly hot, handsome, stacked, built, muscular guy I got with earlier this year. He had recently re-appeared on adam4adam after a trip to Europe for much of the summer and immediately started hitting me up again, asking me to fuck him. This is extremely flattering, since he could clearly have just about anyone he wanted. He is so beautiful and so sensual but also so intense, athletic, and affectionate in bed that I know it would be heaven to get my bare bone in him and fuck myself silly in him raw, but he is very strict about safety and won't even swallow, so it's not to be. And he is a little inconvenient to get to. So in the past few weeks I've sort of put him off. It's sort of ridiculous to me that I have this unbelievable stud on the line, who improbably likes hairy bearded daddies like me, and yet half the time when he hits me up I'm like eh, because of my constant need to plow someone new. But today when he hit me up, on this beautiful clear crisp fall day, I decided I'd hop on the train for the long haul, put on the rubber, and fuck him with the infuriating barrier, just so I could get my hands on him again and know that I put my dick in that incredible body. I was on my way to him within 10 minutes of him saying hello, with my chronically unused travel condom and some lube in my bag, and in another half an hour I had my face buried in his ass so deep I could barely breathe.

Efficient

Today I didn't even want to get off; I wanted to have lunch with a friend who works in the neighborhood at a place with outdoor seating that makes an excellent fried chicken sandwich-- it is an incredibly beautiful clear day today. But my friend had to pick up her kids from school early and didn't have time for a languid outdoor cafe lunch. So instead I fucked someone.