At one point, Merman expressed his distress over some stuff and we basically agreed that I should come over and t to cheer him up.
He lived practically on the other side of the state and it's around 5 pm so traffic can be potentially deadly, by some miracle I arrived in record time, about an hour and a half, despite riding the bus. Lucky.
You think being invited to his house means something like what happened from last time? No.
I met him outside the apartment and we talked and bought some stuff (liquor is not included sadly). We ate a snack and talked a lot.
He seemed to calm down.
After I gave him a good foot massage, we decided to move it to the bed. The massage I mean.
I was commando at that time, so I got to have his underwear as we undressed for the massage.
There was the back, sacrum, then the legs and arms, and finally the shoulders. I'm amateur at best, but I just really like touching him. I'd think I'd be some hot shit to his him along the spine. Damn, I'm so corny.
He reciprocated and it felt really great.
I reminded him how beautiful he is. We made out for a while and we said our goodbyes.
I had a case of blue balls, and decided to eat it out and miss out on the apps.
Good day.
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20140821
Movie 6
When Movie 6 finally came out, I met him about a half hour late. When I arrived, I saw him eating some salad near the theater. I moved quietly amongst the cars and other masses and tapped him on the shoulder like some retarded ninja.
"Hey, how you doing." I said.
We catch up on work and things. By now you're practically familiar with Merman; there's lots of flirtation, but rarely fucking. I'm not complaining because I like him personally, but sometimes I wanted to ask him, "when can I rim you?"
We went to the theater and the movie had already started twenty minutes ago. We watched it with about six other people (older than both us combined) and sat ourselves in the back row. He's still eating some of his lunch. Curry.
We watched the movie like always: leaning on each other. After his lunch, we went to the usual hands-near-crotch position. This never gets old for me. Especially now that he wanted me to go commando.
It's what he wanted because my underwear-jeans-belt combo was too tight. I went all the way opting for a pair baggy cargo shorts. He snaked up there so fast, he was cupping my cock in seconds.
We both have canker sores at the moment so there wasn't any tongue action. So we settled for petting, and I almost got too loud because he was stroking my cock.
We made out a little, and I tasted curry. God I was hungry (in more ways than one).
We finished the movie, and still understood what happened. We talked about home remedies ("hydrogen peroxide tastes like cum," I said, and he agreed), kissing, and things we'd do to each other in bed.
When my stop came, I did my usual kiss and thanks. It was a great day.
"Hey, how you doing." I said.
We catch up on work and things. By now you're practically familiar with Merman; there's lots of flirtation, but rarely fucking. I'm not complaining because I like him personally, but sometimes I wanted to ask him, "when can I rim you?"
We went to the theater and the movie had already started twenty minutes ago. We watched it with about six other people (older than both us combined) and sat ourselves in the back row. He's still eating some of his lunch. Curry.
We watched the movie like always: leaning on each other. After his lunch, we went to the usual hands-near-crotch position. This never gets old for me. Especially now that he wanted me to go commando.
It's what he wanted because my underwear-jeans-belt combo was too tight. I went all the way opting for a pair baggy cargo shorts. He snaked up there so fast, he was cupping my cock in seconds.
We both have canker sores at the moment so there wasn't any tongue action. So we settled for petting, and I almost got too loud because he was stroking my cock.
We made out a little, and I tasted curry. God I was hungry (in more ways than one).
We finished the movie, and still understood what happened. We talked about home remedies ("hydrogen peroxide tastes like cum," I said, and he agreed), kissing, and things we'd do to each other in bed.
When my stop came, I did my usual kiss and thanks. It was a great day.
20140611
Movie 5
I think it has been a month or two since Movie 4. The gap is usual because we've developed this unwritten rule about movies; there needs to be a movie for a meeting to occur. Though there were meetings in between, but they were very rare and it usually involves his hands down my pants. (He's more of a sausage person than a nut guy. He didn't like me stroking his nuts.)
Merman knows about my thing with "my regular" [Ace] and I felt really sad about it. I learned a lot from it, I told him. Everything's a lesson dear, he texted back.
He was surprised that I lost more weight and got tanner. Running and sunshine will do that to you.
It wasn't peak time in the theater and fifteen minutes till the movie, so we made out a few feet from the double doors. I noticed he's a little more aggressive since the last time. He kneads my ass and I'm glad I do my squats.
"Oh, someone's watching us," he said pointing to the projector.
"What?" I looked up and he laughed. Nobody.
We sat down and talked while waiting for the movie. We also made out and stroked each other through fabrics.
"How do they make money?" He asks, as he strokes my arm.
"I don't know, they make it up later probably." I was stroking him back.
It seemed that we have the whole theater to ourselves. As the lights dim, we made out some more and I unbuckle my belt and opened my fly. Then he touches my cock trough my sports boxer briefs.
Then he opened his shorts and his cock was out. He's commando that day. I learned not to expect full blown sex from Merman, but this surprised me. Never thought that being "comfortable" with me meant like this.
Then a couple came in. Man and woman, the seated themselves in the middle of the theater, several rows in front of us. Yeah, it's still on.
Believe it or not we still watched the movie despite being 1/16th undressed, and at one point I actually took my shirt off. He made kisses at my shoulder as I kissed his knee and worked my way to his cock.
I took a dive and licked the head.
He hissed out a fuck.
I wish I gave him a blowjob, but I came here for the movie too.
We were the last one to get out of the theater, when the lights went back on. We made out some more, and those large just wont leave my ass.
He drove me a few blocks from the gym, on the way to his swim. It was traffic on the way, and we talked about guys I met on the internet and apps, life, and work. I wished the traffic was slower.
I told him that I promised myself that I wouldn't cum anymore unless I'm with another guy*.
Being in that theater and being stroked through my jeans when the chances of people seeing us are high... well through the whole trip, I think two guys saw me being fondled in two different occasions.
"Oh, god you're gonna drive me wild. Fuck no." The sound of my voice didn't make it very convincing.
At the drop off point, we pecked.
"So goddamn soft," I said.
"Oh, you."
I stepped out with my bag and gym bag, "See you later. Thank You!"
___
*I broke the promise, but I do make a regular effort not to masturbate much.
Merman knows about my thing with "my regular" [Ace] and I felt really sad about it. I learned a lot from it, I told him. Everything's a lesson dear, he texted back.
He was surprised that I lost more weight and got tanner. Running and sunshine will do that to you.
It wasn't peak time in the theater and fifteen minutes till the movie, so we made out a few feet from the double doors. I noticed he's a little more aggressive since the last time. He kneads my ass and I'm glad I do my squats.
"Oh, someone's watching us," he said pointing to the projector.
"What?" I looked up and he laughed. Nobody.
We sat down and talked while waiting for the movie. We also made out and stroked each other through fabrics.
"How do they make money?" He asks, as he strokes my arm.
"I don't know, they make it up later probably." I was stroking him back.
It seemed that we have the whole theater to ourselves. As the lights dim, we made out some more and I unbuckle my belt and opened my fly. Then he touches my cock trough my sports boxer briefs.
Then he opened his shorts and his cock was out. He's commando that day. I learned not to expect full blown sex from Merman, but this surprised me. Never thought that being "comfortable" with me meant like this.
Then a couple came in. Man and woman, the seated themselves in the middle of the theater, several rows in front of us. Yeah, it's still on.
Believe it or not we still watched the movie despite being 1/16th undressed, and at one point I actually took my shirt off. He made kisses at my shoulder as I kissed his knee and worked my way to his cock.
I took a dive and licked the head.
He hissed out a fuck.
I wish I gave him a blowjob, but I came here for the movie too.
We were the last one to get out of the theater, when the lights went back on. We made out some more, and those large just wont leave my ass.
He drove me a few blocks from the gym, on the way to his swim. It was traffic on the way, and we talked about guys I met on the internet and apps, life, and work. I wished the traffic was slower.
I told him that I promised myself that I wouldn't cum anymore unless I'm with another guy*.
Being in that theater and being stroked through my jeans when the chances of people seeing us are high... well through the whole trip, I think two guys saw me being fondled in two different occasions.
"Oh, god you're gonna drive me wild. Fuck no." The sound of my voice didn't make it very convincing.
At the drop off point, we pecked.
"So goddamn soft," I said.
"Oh, you."
I stepped out with my bag and gym bag, "See you later. Thank You!"
___
*I broke the promise, but I do make a regular effort not to masturbate much.
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.
20140517
Sucking Faces
One night at work, I was deep in thought about the topic of sucking faces. Hours before, after Movie 6, Merman asked me if Old Guard was a good kisser. I'd like to think I'm a good kisser as JD said, but I never really got validation to the men I'd really love to suck faces with.
Z: I need to ask. Was I a good kisser?
Ace: I had no complaints! And I love to kiss!
Z: You're so fucking sweet man. Thanks! Lol.
A: Why someone making u question urself??? [He turns into such a dad sometimes..]
A: Always remember we all have our own reality!
Z: I was just curious. I do believe that theres no bad kisser or good kisser. It's just that your way of kissing doesn't match their way of kissing. Remember that wheezing guy? He just stuck his tongue out...
Z: And someone asked me, "is he a good kisser?" And I thought about it. I like his kisses, is that enough?
A: It's all in the moment!
Z: Of the kiss?
A: Yup
Z: I see.
Z: I need to ask. Am I a good kisser?
Merman: Yes you are why?
Z: Just curious.
Z: I realized recently that there are no good kissers and bad kissers. It's just that sometimes, their kissing doesn't match with your kissing.... or is there really a right way?
M: I think your analysis of kissing is spot on
M: Except of course when that kisser happens to be a smoker yuck
Z: .... yeah, there was a tobacco chewing dude. But from the taste, he seemed to have chewed on a handful of mint. Lol, sweet but ineffective.
20140430
Movie 4: Honor
The movie was as colorful and as gay as the movies before. But me in Merman's bed, naked and stroking myself to climax is the best thing of this day.
I was going to do three things on that day, including a movie with Merman. As a guy who takes the bus, that would be a lot challenging. Though, I pride myself on being calculating.
Through some mishaps, Merman didn't see the haircut I planned on myself because of some things that got in the way.
We watched the movie in the usual fashion: leaning on each other and touching each other. Though our arms are closer to each others cock. We can't have erections at the moment, we're watching the movie.
When we finally finished, I told him at one point that my barber is in a strip mall, I may not make it in time, and my phone is close to dying. Then lo and behold, he needs to go there as well for a swim, but he needs to stop at his apartment for some things.
The drive was slow because of traffic. We spent time looking at guys walking on the street checking them out.
He said something like, "you'd like to do him would you?" Nicely dressed guy walking on the street. Yes.
"Yeah."
At one turn, he leaned over and I leaned to him instinctively. We made out for a few seconds.
"Stop!" I slapped his lap, "you're driving!"
"So?"
We laughed.
I got in the small studio type apartment. It's adorable, the size was clearly meant for the Asian majority. However, being a colossus, his furniture is big sized. He's also a bachelor.. it's messy.
"Oh god man. The dishes. I should help you clean up." I look at the sink, I imagined being a naked housekeeper.
"No judging." Cute.
I shut up. The day after, I told him that's it's okay. He said he's not really comfortable bringing anyone in. I guess that's my last visit. I did offer myself to help in cleaning. I should've said the naked part.
With my phone charging right next to the sink full of dishes, he took some of his stuff to a backpack and set them aside.
"My back hurts," he flops on to his bed.
From the kitchen area of his studio apartment, I walked over to him. I told him about my (non-erotic straight guy) massage therapist friend and how I learned some stuff from him.
I love massaging the shoulders, the blades, and tracing the spine. Also, kneading the lower back.
I'll be honest, I'm not expecting anything from this day. I didn't do an enema, I have deodorant on my pits, and I was dressed for a date. Undershirt and everything.
"Ah shit, my right [ass] cheek died!" Really, it did.
"Then lay here," he said tapping next to him.
I was on my back, he was on his stomach. We laid there for a little while. Then looked at each other. Felt like an eternity. I get to see his deep blue eyes before we kissed.
Bit by bit, my clothes had come off while we were making out. I asked if he'd take off his clothes, he said no. Compared to all the kisses, this one got a bit on the rough side.
He likes my lips he said.
He'd also like to rim me, but unfortunately I wasn't in fucking condition at that time. I wish he offered to use his bathroom.
As we try to do it like last time. I was jacking off with the same anxieties I was wrestling with. I closed my eyes and ignored them; I like this man enough to give him what he wants.
I came. Then a shiver went down my spine, meaning someone took some of my cum on my cock head and jacked off with it.
No time for trying to figure out who did it, I went into his mouth and made out with him some more.
He sucks a bit more and bites a bit harder when he cums. The sound that he makes is beautiful.
I didn't get to see it, my attention went down his neck.
I leaned to his crotch wanting to lap on his cum and mine.
"Eww, don't!" He stopped me.
"Ehh. I wanna."
"Okay, a little."He placed a drop on my lower lip. I try to be sexy in licking. I don't know if I succeeded. Whatever.
After that we had to clean up. I have a haircut and he has a swim.
I was looking for something to wipe the cum with, when he handed something familiar from his hamper.
It was a brown striped towel. A terry cloth towel I accidentally left in his car.
"It's my cum rag." He said. I don't think he's joking.
"Well.. I'm..." Imagining him rubbing himself, smelling me on it. It's such a turn on.... and it's so sweet.
"Flattered?"
"Yeah." The word I preferred was honored.
I was going to do three things on that day, including a movie with Merman. As a guy who takes the bus, that would be a lot challenging. Though, I pride myself on being calculating.
Through some mishaps, Merman didn't see the haircut I planned on myself because of some things that got in the way.
We watched the movie in the usual fashion: leaning on each other and touching each other. Though our arms are closer to each others cock. We can't have erections at the moment, we're watching the movie.
When we finally finished, I told him at one point that my barber is in a strip mall, I may not make it in time, and my phone is close to dying. Then lo and behold, he needs to go there as well for a swim, but he needs to stop at his apartment for some things.
The drive was slow because of traffic. We spent time looking at guys walking on the street checking them out.
He said something like, "you'd like to do him would you?" Nicely dressed guy walking on the street. Yes.
"Yeah."
At one turn, he leaned over and I leaned to him instinctively. We made out for a few seconds.
"Stop!" I slapped his lap, "you're driving!"
"So?"
We laughed.
I got in the small studio type apartment. It's adorable, the size was clearly meant for the Asian majority. However, being a colossus, his furniture is big sized. He's also a bachelor.. it's messy.
"Oh god man. The dishes. I should help you clean up." I look at the sink, I imagined being a naked housekeeper.
"No judging." Cute.
I shut up. The day after, I told him that's it's okay. He said he's not really comfortable bringing anyone in. I guess that's my last visit. I did offer myself to help in cleaning. I should've said the naked part.
With my phone charging right next to the sink full of dishes, he took some of his stuff to a backpack and set them aside.
"My back hurts," he flops on to his bed.
From the kitchen area of his studio apartment, I walked over to him. I told him about my (non-erotic straight guy) massage therapist friend and how I learned some stuff from him.
I love massaging the shoulders, the blades, and tracing the spine. Also, kneading the lower back.
I'll be honest, I'm not expecting anything from this day. I didn't do an enema, I have deodorant on my pits, and I was dressed for a date. Undershirt and everything.
"Ah shit, my right [ass] cheek died!" Really, it did.
"Then lay here," he said tapping next to him.
I was on my back, he was on his stomach. We laid there for a little while. Then looked at each other. Felt like an eternity. I get to see his deep blue eyes before we kissed.
Bit by bit, my clothes had come off while we were making out. I asked if he'd take off his clothes, he said no. Compared to all the kisses, this one got a bit on the rough side.
He likes my lips he said.
He'd also like to rim me, but unfortunately I wasn't in fucking condition at that time. I wish he offered to use his bathroom.
As we try to do it like last time. I was jacking off with the same anxieties I was wrestling with. I closed my eyes and ignored them; I like this man enough to give him what he wants.
I came. Then a shiver went down my spine, meaning someone took some of my cum on my cock head and jacked off with it.
No time for trying to figure out who did it, I went into his mouth and made out with him some more.
He sucks a bit more and bites a bit harder when he cums. The sound that he makes is beautiful.
I didn't get to see it, my attention went down his neck.
I leaned to his crotch wanting to lap on his cum and mine.
"Eww, don't!" He stopped me.
"Ehh. I wanna."
"Okay, a little."He placed a drop on my lower lip. I try to be sexy in licking. I don't know if I succeeded. Whatever.
After that we had to clean up. I have a haircut and he has a swim.
I was looking for something to wipe the cum with, when he handed something familiar from his hamper.
It was a brown striped towel. A terry cloth towel I accidentally left in his car.
"It's my cum rag." He said. I don't think he's joking.
"Well.. I'm..." Imagining him rubbing himself, smelling me on it. It's such a turn on.... and it's so sweet.
"Flattered?"
"Yeah." The word I preferred was honored.
20140416
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.
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.
20140402
Movie 2 & 3
I. ROMANCE
I'm sitting in a joint. It was night and the mall is crowded, I'm in the comfort of a device, a jacket, and tea. He doesn't like coffee, so I don't drink it in his presence. Though I send pictures of me drinking coffee and texting him I drank X (more than 5 usually) cups of coffee just to amuse/irk him.
He sneaked up behind me and tapped my shoulder. He's cute even in those laid back clothes. I was wearing a collared shirt with an undershirt, jeans, jacket, and a backpack. he's only wearing a t-shirt and jeans.... with flip flops.
Being the bargain hunter that I am, I texted him before that I have coupons to see the movie. Turns out that I can't use them, so I texted him that I'll pay for him if I have to.
He declined the offer and paid for himself. He did tell me to buy him a soda.
"I folded my straw so we'll know the difference." Yeah I was being smart.
"Does it matter?"
No.
The second movie was not a gay one, but it was extremely gay-ish romance. He realized that it's from his favorite director.
I'm glad. I invited him to both movies so far.
We watched the movies the usual way: hands together and leaning on each other. We don't do much more than that, we're actually watching the movie.
I really like him the way one likes the company of another. Though I wouldn't decline if sex is offered, I can say that I like him enough not to have sex with.
He drove me home. I got distracted and missed the turn. Going back took some time; enough time to have his hands in my pants.
Touching my cock through the sports fabric got me real hard.
Blocking the driveway, we made out.
II. GAY ROMANCE
It was his turn to invite me to a movie.
He finished work and I'm off that day.. rather, I got someone to cover for me. He spotted me and yelled my name. He's in his work clothes: brown dress shirt, jeans, and a blue tie.... If the light was good, I'd say it matches his eyes.
This would probably the most embarrassing experience between me and Merman ever. I don't have enough money for the ticket.
I was sweating bullets. He covered for me.
"What?! You don't have money."
The most silent "yeah," came out of me.
At that moment, I really wanted to kick my ass. I appreciate free stuff, but I honestly have no desire to be caught with minimal funds. I'm an independent man! With dreams! visions! goals! I didn't let go of the people I love in the motherland to be someone's freeloader.
But that was super sweet. And that won't happen again.
We sat on our usual positions I'm on an aisle seat. Then we started bickering around playing and shoving each other for the armrest.
"Boys," his friend said. His co-worker/friend, who seems to be a nice person. As much as I like to include them in my evening, I didn't because all of my attention is focused on Merman.
The movie was an awesome gay romance.
"I used to live there," he said on one scene.
"It looks nice." I replied.
After the movie, we went outside the theater, I forgot what we were talking about, but I finally got to present him with a present.
It's an album from an artist he likes. I listened to it and it's something I'd listen to, but not come back unless my whole library is on shuffle.
"Aww," he hugged me and pressed his whole weight on me. My nose was a few inches to his pits and I inhaled like it was my last breath on earth.
His smell is amazing. I got hard.
We then made out in front of his friend. I tilted my head up and raised my feet a little bit, he had to crouch down. Later, he texted that he's not used to such displays. I don't care whether it's private or not, as long as I like the person, all is good.
He has to bring his friend to their house so he can't drive me. I said them for the time and we went separate.
I always have a smile on my face after seeing Merman.
I'm grinning and I feel giddy.
I'm sitting in a joint. It was night and the mall is crowded, I'm in the comfort of a device, a jacket, and tea. He doesn't like coffee, so I don't drink it in his presence. Though I send pictures of me drinking coffee and texting him I drank X (more than 5 usually) cups of coffee just to amuse/irk him.
He sneaked up behind me and tapped my shoulder. He's cute even in those laid back clothes. I was wearing a collared shirt with an undershirt, jeans, jacket, and a backpack. he's only wearing a t-shirt and jeans.... with flip flops.
Being the bargain hunter that I am, I texted him before that I have coupons to see the movie. Turns out that I can't use them, so I texted him that I'll pay for him if I have to.
He declined the offer and paid for himself. He did tell me to buy him a soda.
"I folded my straw so we'll know the difference." Yeah I was being smart.
"Does it matter?"
No.
The second movie was not a gay one, but it was extremely gay-ish romance. He realized that it's from his favorite director.
I'm glad. I invited him to both movies so far.
We watched the movies the usual way: hands together and leaning on each other. We don't do much more than that, we're actually watching the movie.
I really like him the way one likes the company of another. Though I wouldn't decline if sex is offered, I can say that I like him enough not to have sex with.
He drove me home. I got distracted and missed the turn. Going back took some time; enough time to have his hands in my pants.
Touching my cock through the sports fabric got me real hard.
Blocking the driveway, we made out.
II. GAY ROMANCE
It was his turn to invite me to a movie.
He finished work and I'm off that day.. rather, I got someone to cover for me. He spotted me and yelled my name. He's in his work clothes: brown dress shirt, jeans, and a blue tie.... If the light was good, I'd say it matches his eyes.
This would probably the most embarrassing experience between me and Merman ever. I don't have enough money for the ticket.
I was sweating bullets. He covered for me.
"What?! You don't have money."
The most silent "yeah," came out of me.
At that moment, I really wanted to kick my ass. I appreciate free stuff, but I honestly have no desire to be caught with minimal funds. I'm an independent man! With dreams! visions! goals! I didn't let go of the people I love in the motherland to be someone's freeloader.
But that was super sweet. And that won't happen again.
We sat on our usual positions I'm on an aisle seat. Then we started bickering around playing and shoving each other for the armrest.
"Boys," his friend said. His co-worker/friend, who seems to be a nice person. As much as I like to include them in my evening, I didn't because all of my attention is focused on Merman.
The movie was an awesome gay romance.
"I used to live there," he said on one scene.
"It looks nice." I replied.
After the movie, we went outside the theater, I forgot what we were talking about, but I finally got to present him with a present.
It's an album from an artist he likes. I listened to it and it's something I'd listen to, but not come back unless my whole library is on shuffle.
"Aww," he hugged me and pressed his whole weight on me. My nose was a few inches to his pits and I inhaled like it was my last breath on earth.
His smell is amazing. I got hard.
We then made out in front of his friend. I tilted my head up and raised my feet a little bit, he had to crouch down. Later, he texted that he's not used to such displays. I don't care whether it's private or not, as long as I like the person, all is good.
He has to bring his friend to their house so he can't drive me. I said them for the time and we went separate.
I always have a smile on my face after seeing Merman.
I'm grinning and I feel giddy.
20140318
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.
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.
20140312
Slow
I met Merman at an app, and we hit it off smoothly.
I was feeling humorous at the time and I really had no agenda for sex or anything. I just thought he was an attractive guy and I'd like to get to know him more... and maybe get into his pants.
A bit taller than six feet and with a strong brow, would probably demonstrate the neanderthal ancestry of Caucasians. He's got amazingly striking blue eyes. Deep blue eyes, totally novel to my motherland sensibilities, I never get to see this much white people before, not to mention this beautiful fucker.
We messaged each other a lot and finally meet. It turns out we go to the same gym we work close to, so we met there.
I was running my mile on the treadmill and he was doing some chest things.
Then he ended up talking to me. I really don't know why people turn the gym into a hang-out place, it's a gym; you work out and you get it done. He was being cute and all that. For a six feet fucker, it's working.
I walked him to his car, which was street parked a few blocks away.
We were chatting; he was in the drivers seat and I was outside. It took me a while to realize, until he asked me, that I was meant to sit in the passengers side.
Sometimes, I get socially inept into things like this.
We talked about each other and our histories. Then we made out.
From that first meeting and the meetings after, I've come to know Merman as a sort of nervous type (from the way he talks about work and his asshole former boss and ex), who really likes the Asians and Latinos, he's a real mild kisser.
Soft, slow, and just pleasurable.
When we kiss, I'd flick my tongue out as if I was teasing him and he'd open his lips and we'd kiss deeper. His kisses aren't hungry or strong, they're very gentle.
One thing I noticed about Merman is about how innately soft he is. Very soft. His hands, his lips, his everything is so soft.
He dropped me off at the gym, we said our goodbyes.
I was feeling humorous at the time and I really had no agenda for sex or anything. I just thought he was an attractive guy and I'd like to get to know him more... and maybe get into his pants.
A bit taller than six feet and with a strong brow, would probably demonstrate the neanderthal ancestry of Caucasians. He's got amazingly striking blue eyes. Deep blue eyes, totally novel to my motherland sensibilities, I never get to see this much white people before, not to mention this beautiful fucker.
We messaged each other a lot and finally meet. It turns out we go to the same gym we work close to, so we met there.
I was running my mile on the treadmill and he was doing some chest things.
Then he ended up talking to me. I really don't know why people turn the gym into a hang-out place, it's a gym; you work out and you get it done. He was being cute and all that. For a six feet fucker, it's working.
I walked him to his car, which was street parked a few blocks away.
We were chatting; he was in the drivers seat and I was outside. It took me a while to realize, until he asked me, that I was meant to sit in the passengers side.
Sometimes, I get socially inept into things like this.
We talked about each other and our histories. Then we made out.
From that first meeting and the meetings after, I've come to know Merman as a sort of nervous type (from the way he talks about work and his asshole former boss and ex), who really likes the Asians and Latinos, he's a real mild kisser.
Soft, slow, and just pleasurable.
When we kiss, I'd flick my tongue out as if I was teasing him and he'd open his lips and we'd kiss deeper. His kisses aren't hungry or strong, they're very gentle.
One thing I noticed about Merman is about how innately soft he is. Very soft. His hands, his lips, his everything is so soft.
He dropped me off at the gym, we said our goodbyes.
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