Off My Game

Today I shot a premature load in the mouth of a very cute, very tight, very sensuous, very slender 24 year old, dammit. Sometimes I hate my dick. He hit me up out of the blue on Adam4adam, and was not too far out in Bushwick and sweet-seeming but very hot to trot. I have been out of sorts all week and was just on the site checking email-- the Beautiful Lummox and I have struck up a pretty lively conversation on there so I just wanted to see what the latest he had to say was-- I was not looking to hook up at all. But the 24 year old texted me a face picture that was just extremely cute; I think I'm turning into a dirty old man, wanting to deep dick all these willowy kids. He had just enough hair on his chest and scruff on his face to make me decide to hie over there. He was fine with me slipping it to him raw but was clear he wanted to taste my load. So feeling a little apprehensive because of my low mood, but completely compelled to fuck someone that cute, I ran over there for a lunch break. And after just the first kiss all my circuits went kind of haywire and I couldn't recover.

Glazed

Today I felt horny but was very into my work. I posted an ad on Craigslist, thinking I might be able to reel in someone good there, but got I think a total of two replies. TWO guys in New York City wanted to suck my dick and swallow my cum! Pathetic! But I didn't despair too much; my nuts were horny but my mind was very into what I am working on. Suddenly, a tall, extremely thin, very hung toppish dude hits me up on Adam4adam and says he is admiring of the force and volume of my ejaculate. I make him jump through all the hoops to prove himself-- his pictures are only marginally cute, he's way too tall at 6'3, and isn't the big muscular type guy I normally like to see between my legs with my meat in his mouth. But his own dick looked awfully, awfully tasty. I haven't sucked on a really nice piece in a long time. He was ridiculously eager to make me spooge all over his face and said he would spend some quality time edging it out of me. I figured, I can say yes and get off now and get back to work, or keep looking for someone ideal all night and end up with nothing. I decided to take the sure thing. He said he'd be a while, so I took the opportunity to eat a glazed donut that was on the counter. And then he came over and I glazed him.

Talking

Today I inseminated the guy I once called Beautiful Lummox-- but I can't call him that any more. I see it was well over a year ago when he sucked the cum outta me last time, and for a long time after that, he disappeared completely from online. Sometime after the summer, maybe, he reappeared, and had new pix that showed him much slimmer; in many of them he looked pretty amazing; not built and muscular, but just movie-star handsome with a sweet natural manly build. His profile also said he was 5'11, my height-- and I found that hard to believe; I remembered him being huge. He has always had an appealing wit, which he doled out sparingly between periods of essentially begging for me to hook up with him again. At that point, despite the newly pretty body, I think I wanted to indulge in his wit more than sex, until one day, sort of out of the blue, he msged me on Adam4adam saying something like, "Reading between the lines in your profile, I think you like fucking guys with your raw dick and shooting as much cum in them as you can, am I wrong?" This was rather weird, because my profile there is pretty unremarkable; it purposely doesn't have "safe only" clicked because duh, but it also is calculated not to scare away people I could do other things with than raw fucking. I honestly wasn't sure where he got that from, but I told him that was exactly right. And for a long time we went through a strange dance where he said he wanted to suck me off again but didn't think he could trust himself around me; that he'd be on his back with his hole gaping open for my cum in ten seconds and he couldn't risk it. And at one point he said, "If you were my boyfriend, I would have so much of your DNA in me that I would start to look like you." This pretty much made my dick instantly hard; it's so irreverent and funny and dry and absurd and hot, and so far removed from the usual lame dirty talk you get from dudes online, that I was kind of smitten. And after this he got bolder and bolder about the fact that I was to fuck my cum into him next time; it was all he could think about. But he was terribly hard to get. He was living in Fort Greene so wow not too far, but he was too busy wow sorry, and then he was moving way uptown in Manhattan can't explain now, oh he was too sick to meet up, oh he wanted me to come fuck him in his own bed this time and wouldn't come to me again even though my time is more limited than his; yadda yadda. I began to wonder if he was on drugs because he was so erratic. But I remembered him as a sweet almost shy guy, and his demeanor wasn't congruent with drugs. I decided he's just an odd bird. After several near-misses, he wrote me that he wanted to give up, that I could say hi whenever I wanted but the disappointment of never being able to really get together was getting to him. Harumph! I pointed out that he was harder to get than me, and I have a partner, but that I would respect his wishes. And then that night, I defied his wishes and asked if he wanted to fuck. I got no reply and jizzed all over the Northumberland Gramma instead. The next day I got a msg from him that he'd "been asleep" (at 6pm??) and missed me. Maybe he really IS on drugs, I thought. But somehow, this opened up a rather deep dialog with him, which I really kind of liked-- and culminated with me leaving him there on the Upper West Side fully loaded with my ejaculate, after something like three hours of talking, touching, kissing, having first extremely awkward but ultimately very successful sex, and more talking. I… I really liked it.

Pip Pip Cheerio

Tonight I hooked up with a British dude who promised good head but couldn't deliver-- the usual litany of wiggly tongue, constantly taking my dick out of his mouth to jerk it quickly, flicking his tongue over the verrrrry verrrrry tip--- just all the wrong things. He was shorter than I expected and a little chunkier too-- his frame was nice actually but he was just a guy. He did, however, have a giant schlong between his legs for such a little guy, so when I despaired of getting any pleasure in my dick from him, I sucked on his dick instead. I give pretty nice head I think, and he was rock hard after a bit of ass-eating. I tried 69 and hoped that like a lot of guys he would suck my dick in imitation of how I suck his-- kinda like how people walking together come to synchronize their strides-- but every time I took him deep he just flopped around as if he'd lost control of his body. I guess he's just unusually not in command of his body. Maybe the British thing? I dunno! He did have an awfully Northumberland-granny manner, even asking if he should make me tea when I came in, and making rather gentle exclamations during the sex, all of which was 100% not sexy. I decided it was best to take what I could so I sucked him and humped him and allowed myself to pop when I wanted. He made no show of wanting to get off himself but did lie there plastered with my goo for a rather long period while we chatted about this and that. Finally he cleaned up but we didn't stop-- somehow I spent something like an hour there naked on his bed ranging far and wide over all kinds of topics from why guys are the way they are online to his marriage and late coming out to differences between the north and the south in the US to what Latins tend to be like in bed (he was rather prejudiced I must say). The chat was actually quite enjoyable and a lot better than the sex. Predictably he said no less than three times that he'd like to do it again, maybe fuck him next time, each time saying "you don't have to say yes now, I know how it is, yayaya" but asking over and over. I don't think so, but it was nice that the trip to the Upper West Side wasn't a total bust. A big dick and a nice personality is enough I suppose.

Skill

Today I squirted all the cum my nuts have been churning out for the past four days into the ideal receptacle for my pleasure: the Handsome Fuckboy. Throughout the fuck-- which was rather slow, owing to how horny and pent-up I was-- his dick stayed hard as a rock, pointing straight up at his navel, as only a 22-year-old's can, oozing nonstop a thin thread of precum strung with dazzling clear drops of his excited fluid. This is one of life's most beautiful sights. There is nothing more gratifying to a top like me than a bottom who so obviously displays the signs of feeling intense pleasure at taking my dick inside him, feeling my body on his, being stroked with my bearded mouth all over his skin. The kid is unusually sensual, an unusually pliant, and definitely unusually skilled, especially for someone that age. He's turning into my favorite bottom.

Need

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I Love You

The last time I hooked up with Ultra Meat, I figured it would be our last. Despite his unbelievably beautiful body, I felt our chemistry was somehow winding down, that he knew what I wanted and was beginning to feel uncomfortable about not giving it, which made me feel uncomfortable with what we did do, yadda yadda. Many months went by without him hitting on me so I figured he felt it too. He lives only about 5 blocks from me, above a cafe my partner and I really like going to with outdoor seating, and it seems like half the time we go there, Ultra Meat goes by. So I had occasion to see him out and about, though seeing him when I was with my partner would always been a little weird, and I would sort of make sure I didn't look at him closely. Late in the fall I was walking down 14th St looking in the windows of the shoe stores, and I looked up to go from one to the next and here he came walking right past me; he winked at me and I slapped his arm as he walked by, but he didn't break his stride and that was it. Old pals, eh? But a month or so later he "woofed" me on Scruff. A few days ago, I changed my face picture on there to keep things fresh, and he has been checking me out or woofing me over and over since then. On New Year's Eve at 2am, when I was driving some friends home from a dinner party at our house, he msged me asking to come over so he could suck my dick. Ultra Meat was back and he was hungry! I said vague things when he contacted me but didn't want to encourage him or lead him on. Today I had hoped to fuck Handsome Fuckboy; he said he would text me after work if he could swing by. "I really want to stroke your little body," I said. "I hope so... I'm dying to see you again," he said. I thought about stroking his little body and pinning it to the bed all day long, waiting. But he didn't text and I let it go; I didn't want to push it. Some guys online who were too far away engaged me in long conversations about how exciting my cumshots are, how much they want my cum, cum Cum CUM. While I went along with it, I knew it couldn't happen. It all got me extremely horny and frustrated. With just an hour or so before my partner was expected home from work, I saw Ultra Meat cruise me yet again on Scruff. So I msged him a charming "Come suck my dick" and he said "Apt?" and I told him and he was here in five minutes. And he gave me a real surprise.