Logistics suggested that the best time to fuck would only happen if I didn't attend that class.
There were no objections so I went and did it. I apologized to the professor and I asked something about the coming exam and some points from the homework. I wish I could tell you that I let him fuck my face, but in due time.
I met Security in a mall halfway to his apartment and he drove the rest of the way. We talked about stuff and there was the sleight of hand to my thigh. I like it when that happens.
Security is the first person I've actively campaigned to Ace in having a threesome with. So they know about each other and sees no problems with regularly fucking me separately or all together. Security asked if Ace was jealous or something to that effect. I told him no, he's completely fine with it. He knows.
I finally got to see his apartment. Bare, spacious, and nondescript. White walls, cream carpets, and stucco white ceiling. There's a large screen TV, a large cream sofa, and a small shelf with a picture of him and his roommate/ex mid-drop from a roller-coaster with the frame that might have come from the same amusement park they went to.
On the way to the bedroom which they currently share 'cause of some repairs, is a large floor to ceiling painting divided into nine rectangles. A bird in mid flight. It seemed that the personality of the whole house was concentrated in this painting and nowhere else.
The bedroom was almost the same. Bed, TV, two art prints, on way to the bathroom (no door*), and then a TV. There's a box of 90s porn in the veranda.
On my suggestion, we showered together. We made out under the spray and soaped our bodies. touched each other until were hard.
We got dried and went to the bedroom. Since were almost the same size and his dick is about the same size as mine, he entered easily while I was on my back. It felt nice.
Security is a bit tame except for those moments of excitement (with my suggestions) and the enthusiasm that he brings in is contagious. So I was glad I suggested the pictures and veranda.
He took some pictures of him inside, halfway inside, and only head inside. The flash was on so you can see his cock glazed and glistening with juices and we sent them to Ace.
Then the veranda. Lined by concrete and that went up to our chests.
We walked past the sliding doors and I can see the whole view of the city from about thirty stories high. Later, I'd actually realize how clearly visible we are to people below. There were also neighboring apartment buildings, so it was really easy to spot naked men fucking.
We got a rhythm, great sunlight, and a view for a few minutes until it got really cold from the breeze and we went back to bed and end the day with him and me in various positions: on my back, side, with my ass hanging from the edge of the bed, and cumming inside. We were in the middle of the bed soiled with lube and/or whatever, and he fingered me while I stroked myself to climax.
It was great that he lasted that long. We were both spent.
I asked earlier if he should've put a towel or something.
He said, "Do you think I care?"
Is the lube machine washable? Was one of my thoughts.
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20140525
Sucking Faces 2
I don't think much about kissing. I just go and plaster my face to the person willing to lock lips with me since I honestly thought that kissing was a natural and innate human thing. But I guess it's just more about feeling.
My first kissing experience was around five or six, when RJ, probably younger than me, and I made out with no tongue behind the parked cars on the apartment lot. That afternoon was unreasonably bright as I peeked out and saw his lashes. On the other side of the van was the rest of our friends playing. I also made out with his brother RB.
At one time, I was at the bottom of what seemed like a three story necking game where RB was kissing RJ's neck from his back and RJ was kissing my neck, and this was all happening when our parents where inches from the other side of the sofa. It was really funny, it reminded me of those janitor fishes rather than anything sexual.
Recently, mom told me that RJ was "like me", because at one point he was wearing a dress or something like that, I didn't ask about it. I have no idea what that news meant or why she told me that, but a look at his profile while writing this would say that he's living well in the Homeland, devoutly Roman Catholic and likes David Pomeranz. The D-man got some serious ballads man.
Ace is aggressive. Like a SWAT team, he rams his lips into mine and we'd just tongue fence opening each other up like it's our last breath. I'd cling to him for dear life. In the later years, we'd gone a bit more aggressive than the last. After making out behind the front door, he'd attack my neck and my collar bone. Automatically like some machine, my knees would buckle and I've completely surrendered. I'd claw his back as if it was a legitimate attempt to right myself up, and he'd hear my shallow breaths and moans. He told me that apart from the sounds I make, he likes the goosebumps that appear on my arms and shoulders.That time when he had a three day stubble; it felt great.
Merman takes his time and I'm very okay with that (sometimes). He doesn't fully open to the kisses sometimes; our lips would massage each other and I'd lick at his lips to ask for an entry. He doesn't always open, and if he does he withdraws again. He's very very very soft. Like Merman himself, Merman's kisses would give privilege to the lips he's most comfortable with. Some might get impatient with him, but as long as he's happy, I'm happy.
Security is wet and dirty (in a good way). As he takes me on his lips, he drags on leaving my lips glossed with his spit. There was spit everywhere. Learning as I was, I did the same.
One of the kisses that boggles me would probably belong with Atlas. if we ever meet again, he might not even remember I dubbed him Atlas. He doesn't know my name either so I called myself Ganymede. I'll change it to Patroclus in case. How about Hercules? I can feel eye rolls coming at me.
Either because we rarely kissed or his kisses were so.... minimal that It matched his apartment. Minimal in a sense of "now you see it, now you don't", It was so quick and clean I'm tempted to call it a peck (for lack of tongue). There's such a fleeting quality to it; I know it happened, but did it?
Probably because there was no (strong) emotional fervor in that kiss; he was looking for some fun thing to do and I just happened to be in the vicinity. Glad I was there.
My first kissing experience was around five or six, when RJ, probably younger than me, and I made out with no tongue behind the parked cars on the apartment lot. That afternoon was unreasonably bright as I peeked out and saw his lashes. On the other side of the van was the rest of our friends playing. I also made out with his brother RB.
At one time, I was at the bottom of what seemed like a three story necking game where RB was kissing RJ's neck from his back and RJ was kissing my neck, and this was all happening when our parents where inches from the other side of the sofa. It was really funny, it reminded me of those janitor fishes rather than anything sexual.
Recently, mom told me that RJ was "like me", because at one point he was wearing a dress or something like that, I didn't ask about it. I have no idea what that news meant or why she told me that, but a look at his profile while writing this would say that he's living well in the Homeland, devoutly Roman Catholic and likes David Pomeranz. The D-man got some serious ballads man.
Ace is aggressive. Like a SWAT team, he rams his lips into mine and we'd just tongue fence opening each other up like it's our last breath. I'd cling to him for dear life. In the later years, we'd gone a bit more aggressive than the last. After making out behind the front door, he'd attack my neck and my collar bone. Automatically like some machine, my knees would buckle and I've completely surrendered. I'd claw his back as if it was a legitimate attempt to right myself up, and he'd hear my shallow breaths and moans. He told me that apart from the sounds I make, he likes the goosebumps that appear on my arms and shoulders.That time when he had a three day stubble; it felt great.
Merman takes his time and I'm very okay with that (sometimes). He doesn't fully open to the kisses sometimes; our lips would massage each other and I'd lick at his lips to ask for an entry. He doesn't always open, and if he does he withdraws again. He's very very very soft. Like Merman himself, Merman's kisses would give privilege to the lips he's most comfortable with. Some might get impatient with him, but as long as he's happy, I'm happy.
Security is wet and dirty (in a good way). As he takes me on his lips, he drags on leaving my lips glossed with his spit. There was spit everywhere. Learning as I was, I did the same.
One of the kisses that boggles me would probably belong with Atlas. if we ever meet again, he might not even remember I dubbed him Atlas. He doesn't know my name either so I called myself Ganymede. I'll change it to Patroclus in case. How about Hercules? I can feel eye rolls coming at me.
Either because we rarely kissed or his kisses were so.... minimal that It matched his apartment. Minimal in a sense of "now you see it, now you don't", It was so quick and clean I'm tempted to call it a peck (for lack of tongue). There's such a fleeting quality to it; I know it happened, but did it?
Probably because there was no (strong) emotional fervor in that kiss; he was looking for some fun thing to do and I just happened to be in the vicinity. Glad I was there.
20140410
Exxxit
I was in a place where everything is at luxury prices and there's a scarcity in restrooms. Hotels, hi-rises, and stores litter the landscape and everything was touristy. I was supposed to have my cock sucked by a gentleman in his 60s. Unfortunately, I backed out. I didn't feel like it at that time.
I saw him before he saw me, and I made some excuse that's reasonable enough.
With the people, local and tourist inside the cafe and the people outside walking about, I can hide myself easily, despite the fact that I seem to be the only person with an unnecessary layer of clothing on sporting a Mohawk.
Looking back at it I never learned the lesson that what you give out, you get. I was really thirsty up to that point, and I finally got back to my senses. As I remembered this man, looking left and right and leaning forward on the chair as if he's frantically looking for something, I realized that it was a good choice at the moment to call it quits and enjoy my coffee. He gave up after twenty minutes. His form, stout in the middle, walking briskly to the crosswalk.
In between my coffee and newspaper, I was enjoying a chat with Security.
Security is three decades my senior and a few inches shorter than me. I find good rapport with talking to him that later, I actually attempted to have a threesome with him and Ace (it did not happen).
We ended up sucking each others' cock on the fire escape stairwell of his apartment building a few blocks away.
He can't host because his roommate is in the apartment, so he (jokingly, he told me later) proposed to do it in the stairwell, because he did it before and it went good.
We meet in the cafe. He's an inch or so shorter than me, with a little belly that all middle aged men regularly have, and his white hair is short and spiked, and he's white... probably a little Italian in him. I didn't ask and I don't care.
We walked over to his apartment building. He led me inside and up to his floor
The stairwell was clean and well maintained; as expected from a high income bracket area.
We sat on the stairs and started making out. He opened my pants and took the position between my legs and started to suck me off.
Since I'm relatively new to the world of fucking and this is my first stairwell fuck I was a bit anxious about relaxing and cumming in his mouth without the aid of my hand. I was just a person ridden with anxiety.
Yes, I was an anxious nutcase.
By some miracle I manage to relax. I caressed his head and pushed him into my groin that met him halfway with my thrusts. I leaned my head back and I came. A few seconds after, I guided his mouth to mine, there was little cum left. I never really intend on cum swapping with him, but he thought I was. I just agreed.
His cock was good sized. It fit my mouth nicely. I was touching him all over and hollowing my cheeks out. He came and per his instructions, I kept the cum in my mouth, large enough to gargle with.
We shared it. It was salty and our kiss was wet and sloppy. It dripped outside to our lips and with out tongues, we kept it inside until we both swallowed everything.
After that I'm still trying to get as much cum out of my face by my tongue, after a few tongue licks, I just ended it with the back of my hand and licked the evidence clear.
We went back to the cafe and drank coffee, I ate some donuts and we talked.
"... hopefully something else." We toasted our clear plastic cups. I forgot the first part of the sentence. But the latter part surprised me, I hope he's not alluding to a relationship. No, I wasn't interested.
We'd swap some life stories: It seems he came out later in his life a decade or so ago, divorcee, and no children. Still, he made a comfortable life for himself with benefits from early retirement and all that.
We'd also swap sex stories and make each other hard.
"You didn't wear braces?"
"No. These are all natural."
He thinks that's hot.
"You fucking asshole, I'm fucking hard right now." I said under gritted teeth.
He, who seemed to have better control than me, just smiled and said, "well same here."
We said our "see-you-later"s and I went to work pretty content.
I saw him before he saw me, and I made some excuse that's reasonable enough.
With the people, local and tourist inside the cafe and the people outside walking about, I can hide myself easily, despite the fact that I seem to be the only person with an unnecessary layer of clothing on sporting a Mohawk.
Looking back at it I never learned the lesson that what you give out, you get. I was really thirsty up to that point, and I finally got back to my senses. As I remembered this man, looking left and right and leaning forward on the chair as if he's frantically looking for something, I realized that it was a good choice at the moment to call it quits and enjoy my coffee. He gave up after twenty minutes. His form, stout in the middle, walking briskly to the crosswalk.
In between my coffee and newspaper, I was enjoying a chat with Security.
Security is three decades my senior and a few inches shorter than me. I find good rapport with talking to him that later, I actually attempted to have a threesome with him and Ace (it did not happen).
We ended up sucking each others' cock on the fire escape stairwell of his apartment building a few blocks away.
He can't host because his roommate is in the apartment, so he (jokingly, he told me later) proposed to do it in the stairwell, because he did it before and it went good.
We meet in the cafe. He's an inch or so shorter than me, with a little belly that all middle aged men regularly have, and his white hair is short and spiked, and he's white... probably a little Italian in him. I didn't ask and I don't care.
We walked over to his apartment building. He led me inside and up to his floor
The stairwell was clean and well maintained; as expected from a high income bracket area.
We sat on the stairs and started making out. He opened my pants and took the position between my legs and started to suck me off.
Since I'm relatively new to the world of fucking and this is my first stairwell fuck I was a bit anxious about relaxing and cumming in his mouth without the aid of my hand. I was just a person ridden with anxiety.
Yes, I was an anxious nutcase.
By some miracle I manage to relax. I caressed his head and pushed him into my groin that met him halfway with my thrusts. I leaned my head back and I came. A few seconds after, I guided his mouth to mine, there was little cum left. I never really intend on cum swapping with him, but he thought I was. I just agreed.
His cock was good sized. It fit my mouth nicely. I was touching him all over and hollowing my cheeks out. He came and per his instructions, I kept the cum in my mouth, large enough to gargle with.
We shared it. It was salty and our kiss was wet and sloppy. It dripped outside to our lips and with out tongues, we kept it inside until we both swallowed everything.
After that I'm still trying to get as much cum out of my face by my tongue, after a few tongue licks, I just ended it with the back of my hand and licked the evidence clear.
We went back to the cafe and drank coffee, I ate some donuts and we talked.
"... hopefully something else." We toasted our clear plastic cups. I forgot the first part of the sentence. But the latter part surprised me, I hope he's not alluding to a relationship. No, I wasn't interested.
We'd swap some life stories: It seems he came out later in his life a decade or so ago, divorcee, and no children. Still, he made a comfortable life for himself with benefits from early retirement and all that.
We'd also swap sex stories and make each other hard.
"You didn't wear braces?"
"No. These are all natural."
He thinks that's hot.
"You fucking asshole, I'm fucking hard right now." I said under gritted teeth.
He, who seemed to have better control than me, just smiled and said, "well same here."
We said our "see-you-later"s and I went to work pretty content.
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