Frot

Yesterday I had the kind of sex I was always having in my 20s, being a still-unconfident little toplet, scrupulously observing safe sex practices and endlessly anxious about losing my erection inside a bubble of latex. These days I rarely bother fucking anyone who insists on rubber-- I forget the last time I did it, it's been years-- and as I was working in the coffee shop in Chelsea (yes, Chelsea) yesterday I approached a nice, normal-but-toned body with a fairly pretty little ass and asked it if it wanted to be plowed and seeded, and was shot down on the raw part, but the owner of the little body unlocked his pictures anyway, revealing one of those faces that I could easily fall in love with. He proclaimed me extremely hot, and said he was rather new to bottoming anyway and from my profile it sounded like I needed someone who could take it for hours, and he "wasn't there yet." I liked his enthusiasm, and I *really* liked his face. So I asked if he'd just like to suck my dick, dry hump, get his ass eaten, have a good time in general. Make no mistake, I really wanted to slide my bare bone in a silky ass and let my seed fly, but a handsome face will get you everywhere with me. And he accepted, and within 15 minutes I had my tongue down his throat and a very stiff boner in my pants.

I dunno how to describe his looks. Very symmetrical face, dark hair, very kissable lips, shapely lips, not too thin, not too thick, a prominent nose, intense dark eyes. And he was incredibly hungry for me. I have not been kissed that way in, well, ever. I think I could have just made out with him all afternoon. He was very tonguey, which I normally don't like, but feeling my own tongue loll against his sensually, feeling our copious sex-charged saliva melding between our faces was incredibly exciting. He wanted to pull all my clothes off immediately but first I had him suck my dick through my fly, because I like seeing my super-engorged choad highlighted against my jeans like that. I got him naked and kneeling and I was clothed except for the piece of meat he wanted to taste. But he was eager and got up and pulled everything off me and just stared at me with open admiration and trembling excitement-- honestly I am nothing to look at naked-- but he was enthralled with all my body hair and touched me all over and kissed me with that starving mouth some more.

It was just really fun.

He did not give good head and did not take direction well-- some guys you just can't feel their tongues and he was one of them. But it didn't matter much. He was so handsome with my meat in his mouth, and we had to tussle a bit because I kept wanting to kiss him-- it felt so deeply satisfying-- and he kept wanting to get my dick back in his mouth. But when I mounted his body and slid my dick alongside his-- he was more hung than me though I confess my dick is prettier-- he submitted completely, wrapped himself around me tightly with all limbs, and a look of complete bliss on his face: eyes closed, neck limp, mouth slightly open.

In the end that's how I came. Reared up and let fly long ropy jets of cum, after we'd built up a good sweat just fooling around like this, like teenagers really. He kept saying "Oh wow, oh wow" as I splatted him over and over with my baby batter. And stared at me intently, glazed with my sexual fluids, thrilled to be coated with me like that, then commanded, "Jerk me off." I eyed a pool of semen on his belly and said, "With that?" and he said, "With that." So I scooped myself up and slicked up his rod and stroked it up and down with long strokes, not sure exactly how he wanted it; it's hard to get a lot of guys off with hand jobs, or get them off at all, really; half the guys I fuck don't even get erections but want to take me or suck me for an hour anyway. But after only seven or eight strokes, he was spurting hotly all over my hand, my arm, the bed. He didn't cum in long hard jets like I do, but he squirted at least as much cum out by the time he was done as I had. He (and my arm) were really a mess.

Very very fun. Simple and fun. I like fun.

Afterward we had a long lively conversation-- I detected a Canadian accent and he laughed and we talked about cities up there, and placed we'd been. He's a nice guy. I'd love to spooge inside him. But he's a good boy.

I'm not. The next bottom is getting stuffed and loaded to the gills!