Dinner and a Show

He picked me up at my bus stop after work. It was convenient because we work at the same part of the town, he's an office man from the looks of it. From the looks of his car, he's a hard working office man. The car looks like a four wheel drive; it wasn't meant for the city roads we traveled on.

He drove me out of his way to a diner after work, the place was close to my house and miles away from his. It's past midnight so there's no traffic. Oh, did I mention that we just met at the app?

I've forgotten how the conversations went, but it was a mix of my attempts at being smart, likable, and cocky and his complaints about some ex-boyfriend of some sort. Really, it wasn't substantial enough.

We talked in the car on the parking lot of the diner and at one point he took a hold of my head on both sides and smashed his mouth to mine. Our teeth clinked, and out tongues played swords. It was... nice and awful. Nawful.

We went into the diner, and of course I got the heaviest plate I can get. Fuck why not live a little.

We ate and talked some more. I made sure to make that plate lasts.

He drove me to the closest parking lot of the house. He blocked the windshield with these foils and got to the backseat.

The windows where tinted and the dots of light came from the lamppost behind a tree. The seats were leather, and they feel nice as my thighs slide through them in the cold.

I'm trying to map out his kisses so I can write it, but honestly, I can't remember it being nice and pleasurable. It actually left a sting in my lips from his teeth (not that he was biting me, more like he didn't know where to put it). Now I figured out that there was forcefulness and thirst behind it. Just like mine.

I did try to spice it up by going through his neck and collarbone, but I just went straight through the dick. It was shorter than mine, but I worked on it like it was a popsicle sucking on the length as I bob up and down on it. I played with the balls with my tongue circling form one to the other.

He came in large bursts. (After this experience, I've made a generalization that smaller dicks cum more. I dunno is it true?) Realizing that he came in my mouth, he made me gargle some water and spit some out. The cum was sweet.

Then it was my turn. I didn't remember being taken in the mouth exactly, but I do remember being jacked off and making out. His hands where tight, he was rubbing the head more than actually stroking me, and I came in no time. I leaned into him with my mouth half open uttering these half stifled moans or something, then heavy breathing. I remember his eyes, to me it looked like he was in the zone, knowing the most expedient way to get me off (way too expedient). I stopped him a few strokes when I got tender. He cleaned me up with paper towels, and then his hands. There was a drop of hand sanitizer as well, he offered me some and I took it.

As I remember this, I feel a large sense of regret. I know we have some low days, but this just feels awful. I made him drop me off a few blocks from the house. I told him it was fine, I'd like to walk.

I got to eat free, got a ride home, and got a handjob; to be honest, I'm a lucky son of a bitch considering the fact that the man, who seems to be interested in me, does not share the same income bracket as me. The man is quite nice and generous that's for sure, but he seems so desperate to please it kills me. It reminds me about myself.

I just thank my lucky stars that I my hide didn't end up a lampshade.

He tried to get another contact, and I told him I'd rather be alone. We never met again.

FME-699

1.

I was a year or so off from being a teenager. My first black dude and in-car blowjob and I was more nervous than I was excited.

I put up an ad (probably for just a blow-and-suck buddy), and we agreed to meet at a park parking lot.

I walked a little around the park, the night was settling in and it was as dark as it can be with post-work traffic and lampposts. It was probably so bright that I didn't notice the sky if there were any stars.

He parked at the least lit place, and moved to the spot under the lamppost.

I asked him this and he reasoned that there were people standing on the sides of the parked car right next to him, so he moved. Right under the lamppost.

It was reasonable.

There was no pre-blowjob antics; no kissing, petting, and nipple squeezing. In commando, his cock easily slipped out. Like some car ballet, we reclined at around the same time and I sucked him under the yellow beam of the lamppost.

It was thick and long enough to make me choke. He quietly came and, he stopped me from sucking him a bit more.

When he sucked me off, I was so anxious that I didn't let him finish me off. I was too anxious to sink into the blowjob. I jacked off at the end of it.

We wiped each other down with paper towels and that's it.


It felt like the whole thing was routine. Like nothing special happened, but I guess that's because there wasn't any built up or a connection. Another theory is that he can sense my inexperience. Whatever.

The one thing that made me laugh about my time with this guy, was that while I was at work I texted him if I could do it with his friends since he's busy. (We never met again.)

Yeah, that was really funny.


2.

He an Asian guy around my age. He also knows the native tongue.

Any sex related talk in native language while you're having sex is fucking weird. It's not that I'm ashamed to use the language, but I use this language to speak with my mother and other important people in my life. The language prompts their images in my mind.

In addition to the language, Med Student comes off as a variant of me. A version of me with more pounds on him, longer hair and a smaller cock. When we both realized that were living with our families, he thought of it as a blight on his existence. I thought of it as a money-saving opportunity.

When he said << penis >>, it almost threw me off balance.

He came a lot, and I got up from his lap with both cheeks puffed up.

I swallowed some of it, which threw him in a frenzy. He demanded me to spit it outside and gargle some water.

There was no reciprocation, he just promised it. As a med student, he also reminded me to get tested.

A few days later, he wants to meet again and he seemed to like me more than I wanted him to.

I asked Ace for boy advice.

I decided not to meet him again.

High School

Merman went to my work. He's a former client, and is now a customer with our competitor.

We hadn't seen each other in ages because of work related things.

We were texting each other before he visited me.

M: I like you coz you don't pressure me. [For Movie 4]
Z: I like you becasue you're funny, gentle and kind.
M: Wish sometimes we were closer in age but oh well.. lol
Z: It doesn't bother me sometimes, but I understand.

Until the end of my shift, we'd flirt, talk, and make-out. (I know where the cameras don't shine.)

"You look that way, and I'll look the other way."

"What?!" I shook my head and snicker.

We made-out with our eyes open. This is fucking silly, I can see his blue eyes though.

At one point, I sucked on his finger.

"You naughty boy," he said.

I gave him my widest grin.

When it was his turn, my brain went on shutdown, my eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped. My whole body felt this tingling sensation.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

When my relieve came, I went back into work mode and did all my shit as fast as I can and clocked out.

He was doing the balancing act on a long bench when I stepped out.

I walked over to him and he used my head to support himself back down (he asked if he could, and who am I to say no). The hand covered most of the top of my head. He then showed me a meme on the Internet and I laughed. Nothing he'll ever do will be lame to me.

"So, I'm not gonna drive you all the way to ---. I'm tired."

"Yeah, I know."

"Though I can drive you to the bus stop."

"Yeah, It's just over there." A few blocks.

We got to his car which was parked on the sidewalk.

I made a comment that I was hungry and I wish I bought food with me. He gave me an orange. For some reason, I can't peel it.

"Oh fuck." My nails weren't long enough.

He took it from me and peeled it himself. We ate a little while in silence.

Then we made-out again.

I swear to my mother's tits. From his touches to kisses, this man is electric.

Fucking electric.

He touched my cock through my jeans, I can't help but moan. We made out some more. I can taste the orange.

I returned the gesture.

We put our cock out and touched each others, I love it.

"You saw it before right?"

"Yeah I did. I don't think we touched it." I said. (No, I did touch it.)

Then I leaned over to his side, and put it in my mouth.

"Fuck."

That was music to my ears. I sucked some more and we made out.

Then I saw it.

It was night and there was a sliver of light that went into the car. I saw in those beautiful eyes the hunger that was there. I want more of that.

He came down and sucked on me. It was heaven. I'd caressed him on his bald head and balled his shirt.

We were making out again, and I'd feel a tug on my bottom lip and a scraping of his teeth. This first encounter with his roughness turns me on. Yeah, it's not as rough, but fuck!

He wanted me to cum first. As much as I was jacking off, the car, the anxiety of wanting to please this man, and the fatigue from work came to me and I couldn't.

He revealed to me earlier that he wanted to jack off with my cum while making out.

That's what we did, sans my cum.

I was making-out with him, and when it was close to cumming, I felt that roughness again. Then, "I'm cumming," in a voice I can only describe as heavenly (how about "moan of release").

As he tilt his head back, breaking our kiss. I went for his neck.

He was catching his breach, and I went down and sucked his cum off his fingers. It's not as bitter as I'd expect, maybe because of his "healthy" diet. I really don't care, it was a great moment. One I'd keep replaying over my head.

"I feel like I'm in high school."

"I don't know, I was a fat kid," I said.

Though if it was high school, I'd like to be the head cheerleader. Bitch be fab.

Next day, we texted.

M: That was hot watching you taste my cum.
Z: I consider putting you in my mouth an honor.
M:Putting my tongue in your ass would also be an honor.
Z: Oh God. Hard.

Movie 1

The point of contact between Merman and I are a few: workplace and gym.

The best point of contact would be the movies.

We've watched a handful of movies so far, the first one was a gay documentary.

Probably because of miscommunication or whatever, he ended up rushing to the theater and almost missing the first seconds of the movie. He sat right next to me. It was unusually crowded.

This first movie would mark a religious habit that we do: touch hands and lean on each other.

He's so soft.

Sometimes, we'd entwine fingers. Caress each others wrist and arm.

"You'd probably be good in porn," he said.

"Yeah, whatever." I'm having a hard on.

I'm usually a little fidgety when it comes to anything, I'd either be moving my fingers, arms or legs, lean back and forward when I watch something, but since I'd like to prolong my contact with him, I stay still.I move the farthest leg from him to temper myself.

After the movie, we went into his car, so he can drop me off at the gym where I kept my stuff.

Somewhere at this point, he affirmed what he texted me earlier: He gets playful whenever he's with me.

I can see him being his sulky self at work. Apparently, his contact with me made him a decade younger. It made me feel nice that I can bring something joyful out of him.

We ended up showing each others cock in his car. We traded touches, and it feels great (of course, it's cock).

We never did anything because were in a well lit parking lot, and some people here and there are walking from the theater. I never expected anything physically sexual with him because I'm really enjoying myself. Also, if I went down and swallowed his cock, he might hate on me.

"I've never done something this wild. See, it's hard right now." He banged his cock-head on the steering wheel. "Ow."

I laughed.

He drove me to the gym, both our hands in each others thighs. We made out.

I'm happy with him too.