Why I'm Promiscuous: A Reminder

Today I didn't really want to hook up; I figured I'd save up a bit of a load tomorrow for Handsome Fuckboy, who has been trading texts with me ever since we hooked up about fucking again, but it never works out. Some guy on Scruff got me all worked up about coming over, though, and then had a typical bottom's laundry list of things we had to do including "and then I just walk in and you're beating off" and "can I serve daddy please I like to lick daddy's balls" and blablabla, and asked for detailed information about how to get here, including "how do I find the subway to you" (good lord, he was 5 blocks from it), and then disappeared on me anyway. He was hot, though, and suddenly I really wanted to fuck. I figured it was OK that no one else seemed available-- I feel like I do have a sure thing for tomorrow and being extra randy would only make it better, but I've thought that before and been disappointed, of course. Suddenly Double Scorpio texted me, wanting to fool around. How convenient! I fucking love the dude's body, so I invited him over and he showed up about a half hour later. And I realize I'm just not cut out for lots of quick-repeat encounters with dudes. I think I'm a sucker for the get-to-know, the slow buildup with someone new, the discovery, the variety, the novelty. Like a lot of guys on the second time, Double Scorpio came in, quickly threw off all his clothes and hopped up on the bed and stuck his ass in my face. I think this would appeal to a lot of dudes, but I am not that dude. It kinda all went downhill.

Looks

Today I jizzed a gallon down the tentative, gentle throat of a very nerdy, uptight hispanic dude. The really cute guy in Chelsea who made a big show last night of inviting me over for a lunchtime tryst of course ignored my message today asking when. There were no cocksuckers to be found except out-of-towners, who were crawling all over me for some reason. Jerking off with a big ass in my face last night, but not ejaculating, had my nuts particularly swollen and in need of shedding their cum. I was getting absolutely nowhere and about to give up for the day when this hairy, rather geeky looking dude hit me up-- a roommate of mine in grad school used to describe such guys as looking like they'd "really enjoy a baloney sandwich." I knew any number of dorks like this in Junior High, because that was, sadly, my milieu, inasmuch as I had one. My own friends were on the very fringes of tolerability, but *their* friends were just like this guy: players of Dungeons and Dragons, wearers of unflattering glasses, nonstandard weird formal footwear, gargantuan book bags inexplicably stuffed with stuff that I never particularly found necessary to bring to class, and always, always that cast to the mouth, the protruding lips, the visible teeth, the stretched-back ever-present grimace that shows just how difficult it is for these creatures to live in this world. This guy had all this and more. But he wanted to suck the juice out of my dick, and there was something about his face that, in my cum-drowned brain, tickled a nerve somewhere; maybe if you put your thumb over this or that part of his face, he'd be kind of cute. Maybe. Honestly I just wanted to get off in another dude and he was ready and willing to drink me down. So I invited him over. And while it was not a stellar hookup, something about him really did have my dick hard as a fucking rock and singing.

Choose Wisely

Tonight was a bust. My partner had to meet his brother for a dinner uptown, so I had the evening to myself. I decided to have a little dinner in Manhattan and see if advertising myself online as being in that location would improve my prospects for hot raw ass. And did it! I had a lot of guys hitting on me as I ate a big gooey Bareburger (ironically enough). Which put me in the dreaded position of having too much choice. Many of the dudes who hit me up and seemed game dropped away in the middle of conversation, never to be heard from again. The most promising dudes were (1) a monstrously built dude with giant meaty buttocks, a Zeus-like slab of torso who was excited and scared by the idea of my cumming in him, about three blocks from where I was wating; (2) a very handsome hung dude who I've hit on a zillion times and who always ignores me but suddenly tonight wanted me to shoot my wad in him, a short subway ride away in midtown; (3) a regrettably frog-faced black dude who had a seriously hot body who was a couple blocks in the other direction from skittish Zeus. I really wanted to fuck Midtown Hottie-- the Built Black Frog had a much hotter body, but I know that face trumps body. But I really wanted to eat out Skittish Zeus's absolutely heroic ass, too, and he had a really hot beard and a nice face. Decisions! Decisions! Why did they all have to hit me up at once?? Froggy and Zeus were easy walking distance. So I played them off each other. Skittish Zeus said "Can you just wait five minutes?" at the critical moment, so I decided he was just too freaked out by all my cum-talk and was not going to come through, so I gave the Built Black Frog a text to get his address. Of course right at that moment, skittish Zeus said ok, I could come over, but only if it "wasn't long and dragged out." Not the way to my heart. I told Skittish Zeus that quickies were not my thing and, figured I'd waited too long to get back to Midtown Hottie, settled on Built Black Frog. He really was not cute, but at least he was eager to take my load and had a beautiful body that would be great fun to pound into the mattress. I trotted over. And was instantly sorry.

Well Enough Alone

Greed and hubris will be punished! Today I slipped my raw meat into a rather older guy, well into his 50s, who had a cute little body and a big fat dick, but longish gray hair and a big walrus mustache which together made him look like a diminutive Mark Twain with floppy 90's heartthrob hair.  I really was not attracted at all in person; online he had the stache but looked a little more solid; in person his features were rather fine and delicate, not something that turns me on. I am not sure if he was into me, either, or was just one of those extremely awkward, not-very-present guys who kinda don't know how to act during a hookup. Still high on yesterday's afterglow, I could only think of getting another notch in my belt-- finally getting to seed a nice little ass, which this guy displayed nicely in his pictures. So I soldiered on with that aim, thinking it would be amusing to recount the story of that time I jizzed inside Mark Twain while staring at his ludicrous mustache. But I should have left well enough alone and kept yesterdays hot hot sex as my lingering erotic memory.

What I've Been Missing

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Mind Fucks: 1 Ass Fucks: 0

Tonight I fed a big wet pulsing load to a painfully cute guy. There's cute and then there is cute; some guys anyone would think were cute, and then some guys were made cute specially for me. This was that kind of guy. A little dorky but also very manly, big nose, handsome beard, handsome hairline, deep eyes, beautiful neck (it's a real thing for me), big hands despite rather spindly arms, strong hairy legs, a nice-framed torso that is not gym-sculpted but merely built on great bones. And speaking of bones… his wang was something ancient Greeks would build a statue of and worship. At least two inches longer than mine, straight as an arrow, at most a fraction of an inch thicker-- so that holding them together and jacking them made us look like twins-- beautiful fat hairy nuts. But just a huge fuckin dick. The drawback was he's 6'2, which is typically way over my height limit except for oral service, and he insisted online over and over on getting fucked and seeded. The height and his pictures were not doing it for me-- he looks nothing like them, except the first public one; the others were kind of weird and not flattering. The gigantic tool was not prominently featured. He demurred when I asked for a rear view so I had no idea what I'd be working with. I really wanted to get off, and the guy I was supposed to fuck tonight bailed on me, so I was horny and frustrated. I kept trying to steer him to the servicing proposal, but he just really wanted to get fucked. Other guys that I really would like to fuck for sure were hitting me up but not being as solicitous. I wavered and knew I would suffer if I didn't take a sure thing. So I made a deal: if he sucked me and kissed me real nice, I'd stick it in him and juice him up at the end. This seemed to satisfy him. He wanted to take care of a few things and then take a shower before I left, "30 minutes max," so I prepared to be flaked on. But he also asked for more pix, which I sent-- a bunch of juicy cumshots that I hoped would keep him interested. He sent back some doughy, uninspiring pictures of himself that showed his dick  but again did not showcase its MONSTROUS LENGTH AND FORMIDABLE BEAUTY. And then, a bit later, he told me he was ready right when he said he would. So I drove over. And instead of the ass fuck he insisted we do, I got a mind fuck instead. But oddly, I wouldn't class this as a failed encounter… just a weird one.

Hot and Fast and NOW

Today I sexed up and cum-glazed the sweet hairy little body of a very cute latin dude in an intense session that was just ridiculously fun. While most guys clearly expend considerable efforts making their online photos as attractive as possible (me included), this guy was definitely underplaying what he had to offer, except for the big fat upward-curved, rock-hard dick in one of the pictures. I've been very cocksucky lately, and really just wanted to get off this today, so when he hit me up really early this morning, I thought hm, at the very least I can suck that pretty monster a while. I knew we'd talked some over the past year or two, verrrry occasionally, and he didn't have "Safe only" marked on his profile, so I thought maybe I could fuck his hairy, average-lookin body too-- I couldn't remember what we'd ever talked about and he wasn't buddy listed. I noticed he said in his profile he was a double Scorpio. I'm a Scorpio myself, and always find it weirdly arousing to fuck my own sign, although in general I find a lot of Scorpio dudes to be a little annoyingly over-demonstrative sexually, as if they believe their own press a little too much. But of course astrology is a bunch of crap, so I threw caution to the wind, not knowing exactly what to expect, and told him I would be free sometime in the afternoon if he wanted to suck me off, and asked for a number to text. He complied, saying maybe he'd be free at 4:30. It all depended on my partner's schedule-- I rarely hook up on Sundays-- but I said I'd try. As it turned out, I have a foot problem that has be stuck pretty local for a week, and my partner had a ton of errands to run, so once he'd left on his way, I texted Double Scorpio, expecting not to hear from him at all. Surprisingly he replied instantly, saying he was in Chinatown and could be here in an hour. I told him sooner was better, and he said ok, 35/45 minutes. And he showed up just when he said he would. That's service! And wow, he was cute!