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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20140627
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.
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.
20140620
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.
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.
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.
20140327
Noob
I was getting on the bus on my way to work when I got pinged.
First message: his cock photo.
At that time, I was amazed.
Probably around 6, it has a consistent thinness from base to head. He's cut.
He told me to meet him at the Department Store, third floor men's restroom.
"Power walk" would be a right term to how I got there.
When I got into the restroom, I was in front of the middle bathroom stall, thinking that we'd both see each other and fuck there. It took me a while to figure out what this scene meant.
So, I took the handicapped stall and put some toilet seat paper liners on the seat and waited for whatever. Then he lowers himself to the partition and slid his cock under it.
Oh, so that's how it works.
I immediately prostrated myself on the restroom floor, not caring for cleanliness, I'm sucking cock. I put the whole thing in my mouth, it fits comfortably in there sitting at the back of my throat, poking a bit on my gag reflexes.
We traded blowjobs and played red-light-jump-squat-green-light-jump-squat with the people who actually need to use the restroom. At one point, he puts his finger up my ass.
Three times, I jumped back and forth to the seat and floor. It was a comfortable jump because of the handicap stall. You can do calisthenics in there. Pure adrenaline and testosterone.
I ended up cumming by just sitting there in the sheer novelty of the experience. And shame, let's not forget that. I can't hold it in. A stream of white came out the slit, my head moist.
I apologized for cumming, thought thinking back, I wish I stayed there and let the other guy lap over my cum. And stick more of his fingers up my ass.
But no. I fucking apologized for cumming early.
When I left the stall, it seems he was preoccupied by another person at his right. Oh, this was a master.
Sex was still new and evil to me. Sex outside the bedroom was extremely a no-no, I was taught.
I went to work late.
First message: his cock photo.
At that time, I was amazed.
Probably around 6, it has a consistent thinness from base to head. He's cut.
He told me to meet him at the Department Store, third floor men's restroom.
"Power walk" would be a right term to how I got there.
When I got into the restroom, I was in front of the middle bathroom stall, thinking that we'd both see each other and fuck there. It took me a while to figure out what this scene meant.
So, I took the handicapped stall and put some toilet seat paper liners on the seat and waited for whatever. Then he lowers himself to the partition and slid his cock under it.
Oh, so that's how it works.
I immediately prostrated myself on the restroom floor, not caring for cleanliness, I'm sucking cock. I put the whole thing in my mouth, it fits comfortably in there sitting at the back of my throat, poking a bit on my gag reflexes.
We traded blowjobs and played red-light-jump-squat-green-light-jump-squat with the people who actually need to use the restroom. At one point, he puts his finger up my ass.
Three times, I jumped back and forth to the seat and floor. It was a comfortable jump because of the handicap stall. You can do calisthenics in there. Pure adrenaline and testosterone.
I ended up cumming by just sitting there in the sheer novelty of the experience. And shame, let's not forget that. I can't hold it in. A stream of white came out the slit, my head moist.
I apologized for cumming, thought thinking back, I wish I stayed there and let the other guy lap over my cum. And stick more of his fingers up my ass.
But no. I fucking apologized for cumming early.
When I left the stall, it seems he was preoccupied by another person at his right. Oh, this was a master.
Sex was still new and evil to me. Sex outside the bedroom was extremely a no-no, I was taught.
I went to work late.
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I.
He called out the "I'm tired" excuse.
It's past 3AM and we've been chatting for a couple of days.
I didn't know why I bluffed out, maybe I've got cold feet or maybe I just wasn't feeling it.
I told him that I want a facial (my first). He obliges. He's a bit of a large guy, looks Japanese, almost 5'5", stocky. Muscle with fat on top. Bald. Tough looking and shit.
We met in his car a few blocks where I live. I slipped in and got that new car smell. I think it was a Mazda, roomy on the feet too.
We agreed on this park several blocks away. Part children's playground, baseball park, and flat grass, by some odd stroke of fate the street lamps were cut off by the sidewalk trees. If anyone has a good set of headlights and a sharp eye, they can see us. We choose the children's playground, the slides can cover us.
I knelt on the rubber floor and he opens his shorts. I sucked on his limp dick. It wasn't long enough to be banging at the end of my throat, but it wasn't short enough to disappoint either. It was just right.
I remember the fatigue of the workday leaving my body and diligently sucking this man, who was lighting a cigarette. I sucked harder and I guided his hand to the back of my head. He pushed.
When he was close, I gave attention to his balls. His cock was inches away from my face. He kept pumping and shoots on my face.
A sigh and some breaths later, he pointed to the water fountains a ten feet away from us, I didn't go, I licked some cum off my lips and took the cum of my face with my hand and wiping it all in my shirt.
He pointed up and I saw a homeless person sleeping in one of the plastic boxes a few feet from us.
Moments later, my eyes sting.
An inappropriate revelation: I need to focus more on my personal projects.
II.
Several months after, I was inspired to go back to the apps and scout for some f/suck. Partly because Ace was sick at the moment.
I thought I was hot shit really, but the issues of the past seems to know when to haunt me the most. Rather, my old habits of desperation and neediness seems to go back on because, in essence, I really have no idea how these apps and their contexts work.
First guy who messaged me got more photos of my cock and only a sliver of his back. I was duped, it's a nice thing that I didn't show him my face.
I was cowered back to this shameful creature. It's a shame really, because I look good.
He called out the "I'm tired" excuse.
It's past 3AM and we've been chatting for a couple of days.
I didn't know why I bluffed out, maybe I've got cold feet or maybe I just wasn't feeling it.
I told him that I want a facial (my first). He obliges. He's a bit of a large guy, looks Japanese, almost 5'5", stocky. Muscle with fat on top. Bald. Tough looking and shit.
We met in his car a few blocks where I live. I slipped in and got that new car smell. I think it was a Mazda, roomy on the feet too.
We agreed on this park several blocks away. Part children's playground, baseball park, and flat grass, by some odd stroke of fate the street lamps were cut off by the sidewalk trees. If anyone has a good set of headlights and a sharp eye, they can see us. We choose the children's playground, the slides can cover us.
I knelt on the rubber floor and he opens his shorts. I sucked on his limp dick. It wasn't long enough to be banging at the end of my throat, but it wasn't short enough to disappoint either. It was just right.
I remember the fatigue of the workday leaving my body and diligently sucking this man, who was lighting a cigarette. I sucked harder and I guided his hand to the back of my head. He pushed.
When he was close, I gave attention to his balls. His cock was inches away from my face. He kept pumping and shoots on my face.
A sigh and some breaths later, he pointed to the water fountains a ten feet away from us, I didn't go, I licked some cum off my lips and took the cum of my face with my hand and wiping it all in my shirt.
He pointed up and I saw a homeless person sleeping in one of the plastic boxes a few feet from us.
Moments later, my eyes sting.
An inappropriate revelation: I need to focus more on my personal projects.
II.
Several months after, I was inspired to go back to the apps and scout for some f/suck. Partly because Ace was sick at the moment.
I thought I was hot shit really, but the issues of the past seems to know when to haunt me the most. Rather, my old habits of desperation and neediness seems to go back on because, in essence, I really have no idea how these apps and their contexts work.
First guy who messaged me got more photos of my cock and only a sliver of his back. I was duped, it's a nice thing that I didn't show him my face.
I was cowered back to this shameful creature. It's a shame really, because I look good.
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