Grooving the hound

He unlocked his photos and sent me an introductory message.  I responded and flirted back with mine.

Bert: wow u r one sexy man .. kissable lips and sweet ass .. yum!!

Me: thanks bud, and so are you. 
Me: wanna wear your jocks and kiss under your mistletoe? :-) hehehe

Bert: would love to play with u sexy man

Me: sure just say when.

Bert:  now! lol .. when r u free? tonight?

His name is Bert, again not his real name to protect his identity.  His stats on his profile page stated that he was 41, 6'0, 185 lbs, blonde/blue and packs a thick cut 8.5 incher.  Oh, and he's "versatile." Here's the thing with Bert.

We've been doing this email messaging fandango now for more than two years.

So I've never taken him & his approaches seriously.  It would always start the same way - email flirtation, exchanging of pictures and compliments, the suggestion to hook up and then a lull of silence of 6 months minimum, when nothing would come about it.  Then he'd initiate it all over again.  Same routine, sometimes longer gap periods.  I'd find out later it was due to him having boyfriend/s in between those gaps.

The internet is full of random hook ups and even narrowed down to the small percentage of those who actually exchange phone numbers and addresses, hooking up still has a high degree of flakiness attached to it.  I have learned not to take these things personally, but have compiled a mental picture of those profiles that just waste my time.

Bert's approach this time, appeared genuine so promptly at 9:00 pm as agreed, I rang his doorbell.  His dog greeted me with a yelp of glee as he ushered me into his couch.  He looked exactly like his pics, slightly older of course but still a sexy and athletic, toned 41 yo man with a slight hint of a tan.  

He stood up to turn the TV off but he lingered in front of me, and our lips gravitated towards each other, and we locked into a deep, passionate make out session.  His lips were so soft and kissable, easy to get lost in.  He breath smelled neutral, almost scentless.  Even though he was much taller than me, I managed to end up on top of him on the couch, kissing him and sending his core body temperature up.  I could literally feel him heat up like a furnace, his neck was so warm, I had to peel off to cool down.

Eventually he staggered up, turned the TV off and went to put some music on.  I followed him and looked at his inviting butt just teasing me.  My cock was beyond hard by now and I pressed it to his shorts and he groaned as he flipped his music playlists, finally choosing an ambient techno mix.

We went to his bedroom and did some serious lip locking exercises that would put Angelina to shame.  Eventually the clothes went off and we were only in our underwear grinding our bodies against each other.

Bert's body was as smooth as mine, I couldn't believe it!  For a white guy in his 40s either he is naturally smooth or he pays to be waxed professionally.  I'm Asian and I'm naturally smooth, but this guy's skin could match mine, follicle for naked follice.

He was squirming underneath me and for some unknown reason, the universe gave both of us, exactly what we wanted.  I'm into ears, and I noticed that kissing and gently nibbling his ear lobes would drive him squirmingly insane that expletives would escape his mouth.  

"Are you ticklish?" I asked considerately.

He nodded in the semi-darkness.

"Would you like me to stop?" I continued prodding, inches from his ear.

I could literally see amoeba sized goose bumps form on his forearms as he shook his head from side to side in silent acquiescence.

"Are you sure?" I exit offered for the last time, making sure I scratched his ear lobe with my unshaved whiskers.

He groaned loudly and involuntarily put his muscular legs around me, grinding up his groin towards mine.  Both the heads of our cocks were peering out, dripping pre-cum, but we were addicted to our lip lock.

I broke off and twisted his body face down and he offered no resistance.  Pulling off his underpants I was rewarded by the most erotic sight - his white round buttflesh, his tanline glowing in the dark.  I got quickly naked and kissed his butt, slowly making my way up until I was atop his neck, and then bit him gently but firmly with my fangs.  Bert was hissing into his pillows. With one hand on his shaved head I covered his eyes and slowly alternated between biting him and licking his earlobe sending his legs thrashing while he called out the names of all the twelve apostles in no particular order.

Our groins in the meantime were locking into each other.  My cock head was slowly sinking into the valley of his butt cheeks, but not entering his hole just yet.  His tush was that round and fleshy!  So I teased him and myself in the process, until I edged forward, letting him feel the round helmet of my dick.

"There's lube and poppers on the side of the bed … if you need it," he offered.  No mention of condoms, although his profile page said "always" on the safer sex section.

"Do you want some?" I responded.  

He shook his head.  We both wanted exactly the same thing.  Unenhanced sex.  No lube, no poppers, no latex - just lust purée.  I slowly stabbed his hole, coaxing it open and he opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Baby," he moaned, looking backwards at me.

Being cooed "baby" intimately on a first meeting would normally freak me out.  But it came from such a sexy, hot guy and he uttered it with such tenderness with his eyes open, while staring at me, that I knew he was preparing for our bodies to unite.

I sank the full cockhead in and kissed him slowly.  He responded hungrily with both his lips, upper and lower.  His lower body arched as he impatiently tried to get more of my cock inside him.  His hole was so wet and so warm, that I was tempted to do just that, but I resisted.

"Uuh-uuh, don't you do that," I whispered in his ear.  "I'm on top.  Don't worry you'll get dicked, just relax and open up," I teased, feeling him instantly succumb to my gentle command.  I've bottomed more times than I've topped so I know how a  bottom's mind works. With a bottom it's all about stimulation and reassurance that they'll get dick and you won't cum quickly.  Their ass gets hungrier if they know it's gonna be a slow, long bare fuck.

We kissed again and my cock grew steel rod hard.  Insanely hard, wrapped by his asspussy.  He was groaning loudly again as I plunged slowly in and out.

"What's wrong," I teased.  "I'm not that big.  Surely you can take it?" I added playfully.

"You found my G-spot and you're grooving it," he yelped face down into the pillows.

I would gently tease his butt hole until it would twitch in anticipation and then swiftly raw lance him all the way and then flare my mushroom cock head.  His chute would involuntarily respond by gripping me, hanging on for dear life, as he groaned just like the sperm bitch I wanted him to be, and my cock could literally feel his heart beating.

Time to take this up a notch.

So I flip him over on his back.  He had that round puppy eyed look on his face as he said "I wanna be a very bad boy with you.  Please…..?"

I unscrewed the brown bottle and put it to his nostrils as he positioned my cock onto his hole.  Then I raised both his legs up in a frog like position and put my chin on his feet as I patiently stared at him inhaling deeply.  When I could see his pupils dilate, I sank in past his puckered zipper sphinchter, and he groaned in bliss.  This time I stabbed him three quarters length in and then just rocked his spooge tunnel gently back and forth, making sure my flared cock head scraped his prostate on the way out.  His ass lips glided like jellyfish on the sides of my cock.

"Kiss me baby?" he whimpered eagerly.  

I complied and it was such an intimate moment that I had to try to concentrate on not jizzing.  So I kissed him slowly and then gently turned his face to one side exposing his ears again.  I nibbled on them a bit sending him into a groaning zone and then slowly but deeply boned his ass.

"Fuuuuuuuck, baby ..... that feels...... sooooo ..... good," he yelled in a guttural voice, his eyes rolling back.  I'm sure his neighbors could hear him.  But we didn't care.

I continued thrusting into his white dairy butt as I slurped on his neck, as both his arms wrapped me in a bear hug.  He could sense my orgasm approaching in the shortness of my gasps and he encouraged it by opening his buttery ass further.

"You're so wet," I said in admiration, as I plunged in and out of his warm pussyass.

He responded by shivering & shaking his whole body like a dog drying himself.  I could feel my orgasm coming and this time, I didn't hold back.  I shot the first volley inside him as he screamed "Oh my God" as he felt my cock twitch and expand inside him.  He pulled me closer just to make sure he was getting every drop of my organic tofu milk.  We kissed slowly as I continued to spooge inside him and he expertly flexed his ass muscles, clamping it down hungrily on my Asian cock, squeezing every drop.  We were in that position for a very long time, slowly kissing,  gently moaning for about five minutes, until my cock stopped twitching  and his ass was satisfied drinking, finally!

I disengaged from Bert as he rested his sweaty shaved head around my chest and finally, both of us fell into a deep nap.  Somewhere during the night, our combined body heat woke me up, and I heard him snoring gently, still with both his arms around me, face down on my chest.  His dog managed to join in the cuddle, and I gently fondled his fur, as he slept behind his master's back.

Smiling inwardly, I realized this was my first rustic threesome in bed, with a dog and a man.  An odd but beautiful way to end the year.

The Prince

I was watching Spunk Video's "Insemination" and couldn't help but notice that this top, Rowan Cooper is sometimes a dead ringer for Prince William. 

If the real price is anything like this stud, we have one lucky Duchess.

Of bocadillos & men

I would like to think I'm an equal opportunity fucker.  

In fact, I know I am.  I sleep with all kinds of men, regardless of age or racial background.  My one single criterion is that the cock has to be bare.  Oh okay, add a second one, hard!  LOL.

Which makes it easy to be impressed sleeping with men in their 50s with raging hard ons.  I try discreetly not to ask the seniors if they have what I call term VVT-i erections.  Nope you Toyota drivers, it doesn't stand for Variable Valve Timing with Intelligence but rather, Vitamin Viagra Tops - induced, LOL.  At least, senior tops know how (and can afford) to keep their end of the bargain.

Wilson is one of those 50 something Caucasian tops who does it for me.  He has a beautiful 8 inch cut and thick cock that stands out like a flag pole everytime we fuck.  He also is in his late 50s with a beer gut that I don't mind.  The sex is satisfying and we both get what we want.  Him my ass, me his cock.

However, I am wary of Wilson because like any man in his age range, he is wanting to "settle down."  Which means he drops hints of making our late night rendezvous a regular thing, or when he says "you should text me more often" or "what are you doing on Saturday, would you like to see a play?"  The only play I like to see with him is us sexually playing.  

The other week, we were having one of our late night bouts and I was sucking him when he let go of his guard and said "Oh look at your beautiful red lips sucking my cock.  And your jet black hair," as he fondles my head.

Dude, I'm not the Asian Snow White, so stop! - it's freaking me out.

I couldn't get out of his apartment any faster, and when he messaged not five days after that night, I was tempted between staying home on a Friday night and being barebacked by a thick 8 inch cock for hours and hours, guess what I chose?  Yep, you guessed right.  It was TV and popcorn night for me!  Lame, huh?

So when I got hit on online by another dom top bear of a dad in his 50s, I was pleasantly surprised.  I need someone to replace clucky Wilson.

This one turned out to be a shrink with a PhD.  So I'm gonna call him Dr. Hyde.  He is also white, 58 yo, 5'10, 190 lbs, 8" thick cock, with a big gut and an even bigger, kick ass apartment in a tony part of downtown.  His profile said he was single, professional masculine and a natural dominant top into leather, bondage, restraint, ropes and control, seeking younger masc sub guys, master/slave, dad/son.  Of course I got sucked in!

He managed to "lure" me into his apartment at 6:00 pm simply because it was convenient for him to have it (sex) asap.  The time stamp alone should have given me clues and raised early alarms.  But I chose to ignore it.  

Ok here's the deal if you can't read between the lines.  If I'm expected to bottom at 6 pm, that means I would have cleaned and douched out by 5 pm, which means I haven't had much to eat, prior.  And meeting at 6 pm and having sex would mean, the earliest I could have my dinner would be around midnight.  Remember readers who are tops, asses don't get auto/magically clean . It requires hours and hours of patience, pre-planning, self-starvation and preparation to get into that "ready and publicly presentable state of Col. Sanders/KFC cleanliness."  The lengths a bottom has to endure just to land a top.  Sigh!

Dr. Hyde opens the door in a wife beater and footy shorts.  He is bespectacled and has a crooked nose.  He politely ushers me in.  We talk or rather he talks, and tells me all about himself, how he used to be married (to a woman), his string of male ex-partners (of yore) and what he is looking for in a present day "boy."  He briefly interrogates me about my own ethnic background and sexual orientation, but launches back into his "self" mode.  For him he says, he takes pleasure out of control.  He wants total control, of everything.

He tells me to undress and sit in front of him, and not to touch my cock.  My own pleasure he says is immaterial.  Only his is paramount.  He orders me to sit by his lap and sniff his balls.  He is a smoker so he smokes while I do this and completely goes back into his trance like soliloquy mode.  More tales of the 1970s are related and I learn intimate details about his wife, his subsequent divorce complete with details of who got the house and custody of the children and his family's political orientation.  Clearly TMI for me.

He eventually orders me to suck him, which I do and he gets a raging hard on.  I swallow him deeply and he groans in pleasure, pushing my head down in a masterful command.  I strain very hard not to choke and to minimize my own breathing.  Dr. Hyde is pleased at my oral services and skills.  In no time at all, he is on the edge, and orders me to stop.

We do more of the couch psycho-analysis in the lounge room, with offerings of water and chocolate candies.  I accept the former but unwisely decline the latter.  He asks about why I seek a dad/son relationship, and what am I really into, what am I ready to give up and tries to see if this is in line with what he has to offer or want.  He tells me he normally just sleeps with "young Caucasian subs in their mid 20s to mid 30s," no more.  I cock an eyebrow to express why the hell is he still not throwing me out.

The night drags on and we go into the same routine.  Oral.  Break. Talk.  Food.  Oral.  Break.  Psycho-babble.  Water.  The clock continues to tick.

"I'll tell you how this is going to end," Dr. Hyde suddenly speaks. 

"You'll call me mid-week and we're going to have dinner.  We're gonna get to know each other in a non-sexual mode and if you want, I can bring along a slave contract that you can peruse.  If you agree to sign, make sure you read every section of it before you do, because when you sign it, you will belong to me, twenty four seven, body and soul."

What the "Scheiße" .... ?

I look at him blankly.  Not that he notices my lack of response.  By now he is in full leather gear - chaps, harness and a hood.  He talks but he is staring into the floor as he twitches his bulging pink nipples, as he sits on a chair across.  I am ordered to lie on the bed, open my legs and to play with myself.  Despite the oddity of it all, I manage a semi-erection.  Dr. Hyde's master's cock in contrast, has shrunk and is now in danger of being hidden in a beer gut slash testicular eclipse.

The bedside clock now reads 1:00 am!

I can't believe I've managed to stay that long.  Why did I anyway?  Was I amused at his odd behavior?  Was I allowing myself to be psycho-analysed?  Am I becoming an odd sub myself?  My thinking brain kept asking.

In the end, my hunger pangs couldn't be ignored.  I wasn't getting any sex, it was all about his wants and needs (and by auto-default, zero of mine), and I have a double smoked ham and Gruyère cheese sandwich inside my fridge that I've prepared earlier that I really, really would wanna eat.

Snapping out of it, I gathered my jeans and headed to the bathroom to get dressed.  As I hastily said goodbye, Dr Hyde was still in his trance like reverie.  

"Remember boy, I am not going to chase you.  So I will leave it up to you to call me for our dinner.  I don't normally chase anyone outside of my racial boundaries.  But you seem promising and have most of the attributes of what I am looking for in a sub.  Plus you have a killer mouth that sucks like a pro," he kept mumbling in his deep masterful voice, as I made a beeline for the elevator.

Back out in the cold street and windy night, I was glad no one was about to see me as I gathered myself and trotted the walk of shame, three blocks to where I had parked my car.  I couldn't drive home fast enough, but I knew I had to keep to the speed limits.

Lessons for the day:

(1) a ham & cheese sandwich trumps bad sex and

(2)  the ease of sexually meeting a much older man is directly proportional to the speed of dashing out of his apartment.

The green leprechaun

We met in person about a year ago, under circumstances that were less than ideal.  I've seen him online a few times and have always lusted after him in general, his cock in particular and what he had to put in his profile.

Andrew was a total top white boy of then 35, 5'10, 170 lbs and a beautiful perfect 7.5 cut inch cock that had a huge green vein running through it. I have some fascination, almost a fetish with veiny cocks, sometimes even the ones that have so much intertwined veins, that they look like an entire subway grid was running underneath them.

Andrew's dorsal cock vein stood out in relief from the base of his shaft to the head.  It has a beautiful green artery that bulges and stands out when he's erect and turns purple/greenish against the fleshy red of his beautiful cock.  I could write an entire chapter about his cock, sigh!

So imagine my utter disappointment when the first actual meeting didn't go right.  I won't explain in detail as I normally do.  Suffice to say he was very annoyed at something I did (and no, it wasn't a dirty ass) that he stood up, got quickly dressed and stormed out of my apartment in a huff!  He actually scowled at me, and that is something very rare to see thrown my way.

I blew my chance!

After months and months of sneaking back a look (yes, almost pining) at his profile and even sometimes (jealously) seeing the online ads he would post about threesomes or group invites, I knew other lucky boys were enjoying that perfect, perfect 30 something cock!  And of course I didn't dare respond, because there aren't that many Asians around in our special "raw clique."  He'd spot me and snarl at me in an instant.

So I let it go.  You can't have them all, right?

Until yesterday, when I got a message from an unknown profile name with no pic that turned out to be Andrew, just one year older, but as hot as ever.  I was caught in between lying and telling the truth.  If I told the truth his excitement might vanish.  Who knows, he might have a memory as long as mine?  And he could still be scowling, pissed off at me for that one night ….

I treaded with caution, when he invited me to a chat

Andrew: hey

you're there? :D

me: yeah is this chat better?

Andrew: yeah :) 

where ru

me: im in *** bleep ***

you?

Andrew: just read yr message :P

i'm at home but could travel tonight ... what times r u free? live alone?

me: yeah i live alone and can host tonight if u are horny

Andrew: pretty overtired but some more sex should do the trick ... :P 

Andrew: are you offline?

me: so not interested?

Andrew: ??

me: no im online still

Andrew: sorry == missed what you were saying..go again?

me: u not working tomorrow?

Andrew: yes i am ..

me: lol @ work, how u gonna manage that?

Andrew: where there's a will :_)

wanna eat you out and breed u ...

listen -- can u text me address details and i'll update you on timing in about an hour -- if you're keen that is?

me: haha, would be so hot cumming while yr fukking me

Andrew: let's totally get wild and do it babe :P

me: we've met before remember?

Andrew: you seem familiar :)

*** He quotes a name ***?

me: np, dunno if u remember, my name is *** Bare Asian Spawner ***

Andrew: met at yours or mine?

me: mine, we met b4 & u walked out, so u were not happy

Andrew: ah i remember ... yes

Andrew: listen -- have to log off ... more than keen so let's go for it ... text me on *** ### ***

Andrew: Andrew

great

cool

me: ok i'll text u now

Andrew: text me details and will update on timing asap. XXX

talk soon.XX

Ah, there you go.  The truth always sets us free and almost always wins out.  I was prepared for him to remember, but it seems that time has numbed, even erased his anger of that one pissed off night.

To Andrew's credit and perhaps youth, when he showed up at my front door he was extra, extremely cheerful.  I think he must have reflected on what happened and not only wanted to have a fresh start (it was evident that we were circling in lust at each other's profile) but he also made an obvious effort to make me feel at ease.

His smile when I opened the door, was both genuine and could light up the Eiffel Tower a hundred times over.  The guy had social grace!  And with perhaps a bit too much continental panache, he kissed me on the lips at the front door as he exclaimed his "Hi."

Truly a clean slate.

"How have you been?  Long time no see," he chippered.  I smiled in return, still unable to believe he was at the my door again.

"Listen, my bladder's bursting, can I use your toilet?" he asked.  I showed him where the bathroom was.  There was a clearly a pregnant pause before the jury delivers it final verdict.

So I stripped and laid down in bed in my underwear and waited for him.  When he came out, he was also just in his white underwear, his clothes neatly clutched at his hands.  He put them down on the floor;  then without any need for further chit chat, scooped me up towards him and we made out.  It was a deep and hungry kiss.  A bit rapacious bordering on the gentle, as he stroked my hair.  He was the first to let go of a small whimper as he kept burying his lips into mine.

It was at that instant that I knew he remembers everything and has been circling me too without approaching, deliberately staying away.  Savoring what he has been actively denying himself all these months, claiming with his tongue what he had wanted all along.  I've been kissed like that before but never with such "you're mine for the next hour or so" passion.

I had barely a second to cup his bulging groin still in his underwear when he yanked mine down and swallowed my engorged brown cock in one swift movement.  And he whimpered.  Again.  I smiled inwardly.  You're mine Andrew.  For now.  And don't worry.  I'll atone.

Stroking his dark curly hair as he slowly sucked me, licking my thick Asian shaft and then burying it all expertly without gagging inside his mouth until he hit my pubic bone.  Then he inhaled my pubes, and whimpered.  Yet again.  It's okay Andrew, I know you like me, too.  And you'll have what you want.  You'll have what you have always wanted.

He moved down to my ass and his arms expertly scissor opened my legs as his he buried his tongue hungrily on my puckered brown Asian hole.  There he ate like a refugee being given food.  Slurpingly, without manners.  We were like cave men lovers.  When he knew I was substantially wet with his saliva, he yanked his own undies off finally.  He was turgid with a cock ring on, which I later realized he had put on while he was in the bathroom.

His hard penis was like a beautiful bird, thick and white at the base framed with masculine, dark, bushy, untrimmed pubic hair and topped with a red blood flared head, all delivered by his green dorsal vein that stood out in relief.  It pulsed and throbbed in anticipation, with a clear droplet of fluid at it's mouth slit.  Now I truly understood why it's called a cock.

Andrew plunged in and we both groaned in unison.  He was such an all top, I didn't even have time to give him a blow job.  His boyish eyes looked at me as we both relished the initial skin on skin contact.  We hissed together at each thrust, and then started deep kissing.  Normally missionary is not my best starting position, but Andrew had 7.5 fl oz of liquid sperm he knew was his mission to deliver to the congregation.  Each plunge of his raw penis inside my Asian boyhole would deliver an advance quarter ounce to the hungry congregation, and my butt was getting slicker and wetter by the minute, and we didn't even use lubricant.

I grabbed the brown bottle and Andrew inhaled the vapor in both nostrils, adding to his lust.  I followed suit and did the same, glancing while I inhaled, at his beautiful green vein throbbing in relief atop his beautiful penis.  My dirty mind got wilder.  I say in my profile that I'm not into blood or scat.  But looking at Andrew's fat green dorsal vein, I almost admitted to myself that I wish he were pumping his blood into me too!  And he was! well almost, because his cock got visibly thicker.  And harder.  And fatter.  The pink areas of his shaft now turned magenta. 

And then he slowly bare stabbed me again.

His cock felt so good that I knew this was going to be one of those "Honey I'm home from Afghanistan" fucks.  My own orgasm was already boiling.  I didn't dare touch my cock for fear of exploding too soon.  Realizing his bare cock was about to do just that in just a few seconds inside my raw unprotected Asian ass, made me open up my tunnel for him even more.

"Babe," he grunted as he felt me accept him more.

And then he glanced at the brown bottle again.  I grabbed it and held it to his nostrils, as he took two very long, very big snorts.  His hands grabbed my ankles making sure my fleshy pelvis was wide open for him to jab into.  Then he jackhammered me; the troops were coming home.  I whacked my own cock.  I knew he was going for the jugular, so I matched his thrusts.

Both moaning and both looking at each other's eyes, I shot my wad into my face so hard that he gasped at the sight.  It triggered his own orgasm and he unleashed his own internal ejaculation.  I was flexible enough to glance down to see his green vein throbbing like a leaping leprechaun injecting syrupy cumm-union to the thirsty internal congregation.

"Baaaaaaabe," was all he could grimace for the last time, as he kept stabbing at my raw fleshy Asian wound, self dressing it with his white antiseptic cream.

From online frenemies to babe in a year.  Bridges and fences can be mended, after all.

Makin Whoopie

Me:  hi there

Trade:  hi

Trade:  so u 

lookin 4 a fuck?

Me:  yes, u?

Trade:  yup

Trade:  as i said

Me:  ive unlocked my photos for u

Trade:  unlocked 4 u 2

Me:  got it, we've fucked before havent we?

Trade:  dunno

Trade:  have we

Trade:  was it good

Me:  lots of times u don't recognize my unlocked face pic?

Trade:  very horny here

Me:  yeah me too but im working still

Trade:  when u finish?

Me:  5 pm

Trade:  ok kewl so wanna play then

Me:  where?

Trade:  MY PLACE !

Trade:  wos yr name?

Trade:  sorry i just get over the constant typing when guys dont pay attention

Me:  **Bare Asian Spawner**

Trade:  when did we play last?

Me:  we used to fuck when i lived in *bleeeep*

Trade:  then u moved to *bleeeep*?

Me:  yes

Trade:  oohhh yes

Trade:  i remember now

Me:  d'oh lol

Trade:  yr a very aloof person not very warm

Trade:  i liked fucking u

Trade:  but u have barriers

Trade:  u don like to show warmth

Me:  ok we dont have to fuck then

Trade:  its not me its u

Trade:  just an observation from experience

Me:  of course, its not a prob

Trade:  i would send u txt & u wouldn reply or u were busy & u never asked me if i wanted to fuck

Me:  yr entitled to your opinion, no harm there

Trade:  i know sum guys have issuses with inimacy & i figured yr one

Trade:  any way u take care c u

Me:  bye

Ok so you don't have to take sides, because I know you're reading my side of the story.  But the following chat conversation made me realize that no matter what or who you encounter, you really have to treat them with the right amount of respect.  Because the universe does have karma and it can come back and bite you.

Trade was entirely true about the "aloof" issue.  I really couldn't be passionate or intimate with him, and it's a shame because we've been fucking on & off now for more than 5 years, and even now seeing his picture at 41, 6'1, 189 lbs and a real 8 inch cut cock that is truly beautiful, he is physically on top of his looks.

However.

I don't really know how to say it to his face, so I just left him on his high horse and just pinned it down to karma hitting me back in my face.

Trade has what I can only describe as e.x.t.r.e.m.e. B.O. (body odor - for the European & Asian readers of this blog).  I get it that most men like to smell like men and to some degree I consent to the no cologne, no deodorant preferences.  To be a bit broadminded, I sometimes like a funky smell in a man's pits or groin.  The kind of smell that is all male, lust mixed with sweat & tobacco or beer.  The kind that makes you salivate the minute you whiff his unwashed crotch as you kneel down to give him fellatio.

But as I said Trade's BO is undescribably e.x.t.r.e.m.e.  Words fail me.  All I can share so you can visualize my dilemma, is that when Tradie and I have sex and his already rank armpits start aggressively excreting their odious fumes, his smell permeates the entire room (not just the bedroom but the hallways too), and somehow takes physical or molecular form for it is so, such that the smell clings to the bedlinen, the pillows, the carpet, the entire frickin house!  It's like having sex with a skunk with a big dick.

After several non-soap-or-water improving encounters down the track, I finally got fed up of laundering, vacuuming & deodorizing my room with baking soda after each sexual bout.  I mean really, who wants to do house chores after sex?  So I eventually agreed to a change of venue.  

His place.  

When I got to see his place, I finally understood why he looked, dressed and smelled that way.  Tradie was a goth punk (by fashion sense) tailor (by profession)!  It explained his put together Pet Shop Boys outfits, half blonde streaked David Bowie mullet hair and his Six Feet Under hearse of a station wagon car.  (Yes he showed it to me, because he once fancied having sex at the back of his "van").  He has his workshop in front of his apartment and lived behind it, in a very cramped, windowless room, the four edges of the ceiling were entirely lined with LED lights that also were completely intertwined with dark purple artificial flowers Hawaiian-style.  Okay so I really wasn't expecting a Frank Gehry or Carson Kressley turnout there, but who the heck did this room?  

Oda Mae Brown Interior Design?

The bed was probably from Ikea and to be honest, nothing wrong with that.  But it was the type of bed you would purchase if you were a parent.  With kids, plural.  Or twins.  He built it so high, that there was a set of box steps to climb to get into the satin/velvet covered bed.  Underneath the Ikea-esque bunker bed he had some sort of a (satin) curtain that hid more of his boxed stuff.  His toilet was no better.  It was a detached outhouse latrine that looked like it was a result of a DIY, assembled from remnant surplus materials of a UN flood relief effort.  There was even sand (and lots of it) in the dirty untiled, concrete floor.  I had to close my eyes to pee because the sight of this grown man's toilet roof littered with spider webs, was so against my grain that I wanted to bolt out of there.  

Which I did.

Enough was enough.  No cock - no matter how big, hard or beautiful - was worth this much mental cringing.  So I finally stopped messaging him, returning his calls and from then on he was a non-entity to me.  Until yesterday, when he messaged me again, using a different profile name and different public pictures.  When he unlocked his pics and I realized who he was, it was too late.

Seriously, I don't suggest you readers suddenly scrub madly with soap & water driving up the stock price of Procter & Gamble or Unilever.  But honestly being skanky & rank in your 40s is not as cute as broke & unable to afford deodorant in your 20s.

Uh-uuh!

You attract more bees with honey.

My Fucker's Keeper

My legs felt like solid lead.

Those were the only thoughts I had when I dragged myself out of bed as I stumbled my way into the bathroom for a pee. They were aching so much that what normally takes just a few strides became a labourious hobble. I sat down to pee to relax my thighs and just as the stream of piss gently flowed I thought "Crap! Now I have to stand up and feel the pain again."

The bedside clock read 1:55 and my half asleep brain thought that there must be something wrong with the time. Great, I thought. Go back to sleep, it's still just past midnight. So I did and fell back to dreaming again.

But my bladder was obviously filling and my body woke me up so I stumbled to the bathroom and another glance at the bathroom clock now said 2:21 pm this time. My eyes widened in the semi-darkness. Its afternoon? Isn't today Monday? Which means??? Oh fark, and I didn't even have time to call in sick? No doubt this is the end result of what I could only call as complete sexual debauchery. 

The entire weekend having sex.

It all started last Friday night as I got home. My fuck bud Tim started it off with a text asking me what I was up to. I replied nothing, just chilling at home and getting ready for the weekend. He said let's get the weekend started in my room, so who am I to say no?

Tim is a white guy, now in his early 40s, but we've been fuck buds now for almost 7 years. Yeah I know, almost a relationship! He's bisexual or at least was. It started off via an internet connection in gay.com (I told you ancient, right?) when he was still a brown haired, 6' bisexual guy with a horny 7" cut cock. Now he has salt & pepper hair, but still pretty well turned out overall in terms of fitness.

Our early meetings were always at my place and during his lunch hour. He would show up in a suit and expensive shoes & ties, always nicely dressed. I learned to be a gracious host and give him a hanger for his clothes so they wouldn't be creased. Sex usually lasted half an hour tops, and it would start by us making out, us doing a 69 and him topping me until he would grunt and cum violently in silence with his cock buried deep inside me. His favorite position to cum was me on my tummy and him completely on top of me in a dominant position where I have no other choice than be his human sex doll.

As the years rolled by, he must have lost the girlfriend because he started to get lax and wanted to meet at night and then later on, at his place, which suddenly became available. With bi's or ex-bi's I still knew better, so I didn't ask too many questions and played along. We were there for each other to have a good time. 

This weekend, I agreed to meet him at his place as his "roomate" (again I didn't ask too many questions about gender or household relationship status) was out of town. He buzzed me in and we started making out in the couch. He told me he took a pill so his cock was rock solid hard. We stripped naked and 69'd there on the floor until he couldn't take it anymore and he sat on the couch and beckoned me to sit on him. Facing towards him I lowered my ass, and with just spit and his pre-cum, he was inside. His cock felt like a baseball bat.

With his free hands he opened the brown popper bottle and inhaled deeply first and then guided it to my nose and I did the same. We were lost in the haze and I gripped the edge of the couch with my hands as I lowered my buttocks onto his thrusting hips. He hissed as his cock head would hit my prostate and he could see that cum was started to ooze out of my engorged cock head.

"Get off me, I don't wanna cum yet," he said as he pushed me away. 

So we had a break but his cock was clearly hungry standing erect and his newly shaved balls looked so round and full that I couldn't resist getting on my knees in front of the couch and feeding on him. I could taste the combined saltiness of his pre-cum and my freshly fucked ass, and as I swallowed him whole down to the base, he moaned loudly and hit the brown bottle. His cock was throbbing inside my mouth as the slowly edged up. When I got up to his cock head I let him have the fullness of my puckered lips and then slowly swallowed him down again, all the while my other hand was fondling the base of his balls. We were both in oral heaven.

A break of a glass of water would ensue and then he got me on all fours on the couch with my ass extending outwards, and he would mount me slowly and do exactly to my ass what my mouth did to his cock. Plunge slowly in and out. We did this the whole night, alternating between making out, oral and anal. At one point we both knew we had to cum, but the edging was too much, that we now couldn't. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. 

5:30 am! 

Crap, have we been fucking all night? I have to go home now, and he too being tired finally agreed; so I gathered my clothes and with a tired kiss, said a quick goodbye to the sleepy stud. It being a Saturday I slept in until about 1 pm and had a late brunch. A glance at my phone saw a message from Tim.

5:59 am Tim: Home safe?

Huh? What was he, my keeper now? He never used to care, so why start now, but I didn't want to be impolite.

1:27 pm Me: Just woke up now, I'm home safe. Thx again for a hot time

Tim: Lol, lucky I didn't send a search party

Tim: Was hot, hot! Can't get enough of your mouth on my cock!

Me: Was so delicious sucking your hard knob n sniffing yr balls.

Tim: Mmmm, I just got hard when I read that!

I was still groggy so I went back to bed and slept the whole afternoon off. That night, just as I was having dinner I got another text! (Was there no end to this?)

Tim: When can I get my cock n balls serviced agn?

Me: Next week

Tim: Can't wait

Me: Why not?

Tim: It's too long to wait, lol. I still haven't cum yet

Me: When do u want?

Tim: More of last nite

Me: You seriously don't wanna get together again so soon? Arent u still crashing?

Tim: Lol, yeah but I wanna do it again

Tim: Bad boi here

Me: You know I want your hard cock again too

Tim: Nice, what you doing tonight?

Me: Resting, just like you?

Of course there was no such thing. We met again, this time he told me to be at his place by 10 sharp. He popped another pill and opened a fresh bottle of poppers. The man means business.

We had more of the same of last night, but this time I kept my eye on the wall clock. We edged until 4 am, until I could feel my legs aching already, so I took his hand and let him outside to the garden balcony. It was a clear night and we were both shivering, so it was an incentive to do this quick. I greased his cock up and went doggy on the deck chair and he lined up his raw cock against my butt hole. We both whiffed the brown bottle big time and he sank in. He fucked me slowly and deeply until the fleshy contact was too much for his cock and he breathed deeply inwards and with one small gasp, I knew he came inside me.

4:49 am Tim: Let me know if you made it home

5:19 am Me: Thanks a lot, home now x

5:19 am Tim: Sleep well & thanks for the fun

My last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep was --  why the heck did he suddenly care if I got home safely?

Dexter

"I feel like you've led me on," he texted me.

I looked blankly at my phone and didn't know what to say back. He was right of course. I did kinda lead him on. Withholding the truth and letting someone's mind wander unrestrained by the truth can be construed as leading someone on.

On a recent vacation staying at my cousin's house, I fired up the Grindr account and immediately scored a couple of nearby locals. Of the tens of guys that I met, only one was cluey enough to ask me "How come I have never seen you before?" Which would lead to the conclusion that yes - I was visiting the area only. The rest were blissfully unaware or selfishly didn't care. The internet can sometimes be an unfeeling forum where men randomly meet and sexually connect for a heightened moment and then quietly dissipate back into the lull of their suburban lives.

One of those who messaged was a young guy I'll call Dexter. Not his real name of course, but his facial features look like a young & short 28 yo Dexter (yes of the TV series on Showtime). He's a mix of Irish Mexican which made him interestingly cute. He asked me if I could pick him in front of a supermarket at the corner of two main streets. He didn't have a car yet because he just moved back to the area after his parents divorced and was living with his grandparents.

Surreptitiously I agreed to the rendezvous and in my rental, drove the few miles to finally meet him in person. Dexter was younger looking in person than in his pics that he posted. And skinnier, like he hadn't eaten for months. I could tell he was as nervous as I was because he kept talking on the way back to my cousin's house, telling me about the reasons why he didn't have a car, a job yet and the fact that his parents just separated. Stuff that you really didn't have to tell your trade. But it was a good half an hour drive back in traffic to my cousin's, so the chatter eased both our nerves.

I kept stealing sideways glances at him when the traffic eased up and couldn't help but notice his cute snub puppy dog nose (à la Dexter) riddled with adorable freckles. I quickly scanned his jeans pockets for Dexter's knives and gloves, but of course I told myself, I was just watching too much TV. 

This was a different Dexter. He was horny and wanted to have sex with me. In fact his opening salvo when he messaged me was "my cock just jumped when I saw your pic" and we took it from there, trading more and more erotic pics until we resolved to meet in that one early afternoon at the supermarket parking lot, far away from the prying eyes of his disapproving grandfather.

We arrived back at my cousin's place and immediately made out in the couch. He tasted of the sun, dried sweat and pot. I could smell it off him. Now I knew why he was talkative, he was half stoned. Not that I minded. Our shirts and jeans were being discarded with each kiss that became more and more hungry as more flesh was exposed. He asked me to wear a jockstrap and I complied to the request. 

"Show me your ass," he commanded. I stood up from the couch and turned around in just my socks and jocks and presented butt.

"Bend over and open your cheeks and wink at me," he said as he fondled his beautiful 8 inch cut cock, springing from a bushy pube area.

"Do you have any poppers?" he asked next. I nodded and walked to the kitchen fridge to fetch it and handed it over to him. His cock was thick and veiny almost deep reddish purple. He didn't have to command me, my mouth was drawn to it as he inhaled the brown bottle fumes. I was like a kid eating sweet corn on the cob with salty sweet butter oozing from his cock head. I swallowed deeply and hungrily and sucked him until I felt Dexter's fingers groping my hole. He warned me in our chats that he pre-cums heavily and that we wouldn't be needing any lube, just spit if necessary. 

Almost an unspoken chat code for raw sex.

Dexter threw me a couch pillow on the floor and I instinctively went on all fours preparing for the assault. I felt his cock head on the door to my hole throbbing as he slowly pushed gently and rocked back and forwards. He was right, his stick was self lubricating and oozing pre-cum. The head entered my outer sphincter and gently split it open and stayed there until I could get used to his thickness. He gave me the bottle and I took a big whiff just as I felt him enter me fully with his big, fat and raw Irish/Mexican cock. 

The Atlantic Ocean that separates Dublin from Cancun felt like it suddenly rushed into my butt. I felt open and very wet as Dexter continued to slowly tunnel inside my hole. I glanced back in my haze and saw him lost in trance, with his mouth half open, eyes closed towards the ceiling as both his hands fondled his nipples. His slim slender hips were thrusting forward pushing his big beautiful cock inside and out of my very happy Asian hole. We would both groan in mutual pleasure as our groins connected as he sunk in, skin against skin, his cock head glazing the walls of my ass.

"You and I need to fuck a lot more. This is exactly what I need. I am going to have this ass of yours as often as possible," he mumbled.

Startled, I didn't know what to say back. I didn't exactly want to tell him about how I was just visiting.

"Open your ass," he commanded and I complied. "Feel that? Feel how hard you make my cock? Feel how wet your Asian hole feels around my big white cock?" he asked me as he pulsed me with his fuck stick.

I could only grunt back, enjoying the immense mental pleasure that pain could give you when you bottom. I felt like a stuffed animal and that he not only entered my rectum with his big white cock, he was trying to enter my brain with his words. And I didn't know how to shut him out without telling him the truth or hurting his expectations.

I slammed my butt down on his groin and felt his cock head pierce my second inner chamber. We both moaned at the intensity of the raw fuck and he grabbed my hips with his one hand and the brown bottle with the other as he kept stabbing me with his Dexter cock. My ass finally relaxed and gave in and succumbed to the fleshy assault. It gloved Dexter's big cock in a fleshy and hungry grip as he fucked slowly in and out. 

A few minutes of floating in and out of our popper haze, I suddenly got what so few men could give me, a butt orgasm. For the bottoms out there that know what I am talking about, I'm telling you now - it was amazing. I looked down and saw my own cock steadily dripping out sperm. I was cumming without touching myself. My mental zone was now with my own spurting cock and my ass disengaged from my brain which meant that Dexter was able to plow my butt more, making him crazier with lust. He was fucking my cotton candy Asian ass as he gasped his internal orgasm. I felt his cock double in size inside me and it twitched like a startled snake several times. Dexter's moans were distant to my ears because I was savoring my own orgasm, but I knew they were loud and my cousin's neighbors could probably hear us.

"You fucking milked me!" he said in between deep gasps.

I couldn't reply back as I was suddenly aware of the carpet burns on my knees. We must have been fucking for a while because I could feel the chaffing now. My arched spine also wanted to snap back into position and was begging to be stood up. But Dexter was still throbbing inside me. He still had his fat beautiful corn cob cock buried deep inside the fertilized field of my ass. I looked down and realized he must have cum in the gallons because I could see semen dripping off the maize brown pubic hairs of his balls.

That night as I was having dinner with my cousin in a nearby grill, Dexter sent me a text.

Dexter: Your hole felt amazing. I am hard again right now.

Me: It's yours anytime.

Dexter: Tonight. I want you again! Your hole was extasy

Me: Can't host tonight, cousin home now.

Silence in the airwaves as my cousin and I finish dessert.

Dexter: You have no idea how I want you right now.

Me: I'm free tonight after 11 pm if you want it again

Dexter: Where will we go?

Me: Motel

Dexter: I can't afford one right now, no income, so I'm tight for money

Me: I'm not asking you to pay, lol.

Dexter: There is one, right by where you picked me up, like 30 feet, its $50 for the night, but you get back $5 when you return the key and the remote.

Me: What time is check out?

Dexter: Ten am, but I have to leave before that, got a job interview. But we can fuck till 4

Me: Omg, how many times will u come?

Dexter: At least two more, bring some different jocks. U going to be able to take it still?

We met again that night, of course. This time at the sleazy motel right next to the supermarket where I picked him up earlier. We did fuck till the wee hours of dawn and he did come not twice, but three times more. He left around 7 am while I was still sleeping and I finally checked out at 10. It was a miracle I was able to drive back to my cousin's place.

Later that day he texted me again, and included a newly taken picture of his erect cock, springing from his jeans.

Dexter: I'm still hard, could go again, even tho my legs n prostate ache

(I didn't reply for a day)

Dexter: Wished you lived closer.

Dexter: Don't forget to send me those pics.

(We took some pics in the sleazy motel). I still didn't reply after a few days and told him by email, I was still re-sizing the pictures.

We met again after a few days. "I need to have your hole again, balls are full." I want your cock again, I replied. Our groins were like lithium batteries needing charging every so often. Again, we met at the same sleazy motel.

"I love fucking my raw load into you." He was now more verbal as we fucked.

"How does your cock feel when you ejaculate your sperm inside me?" I asked spread eagled on the 100 thread count motel linen.

"Amazing! I love fucking into you more and more," he grunted as he jabbed the insides of my now battered hole. "Your hole makes me very fucking hard and I don't want to pull out, ever!"

"How long did you keep the last two loads I shot in you the other night?" he asked me by text the next day. I told him I slept after our fuck and my body must have absorbed it all because I was able to do my normal toilet function the next day. 

"You fucking drive me nuts, I've jacked off 3x today thinking about your hole and hard again thinking about depositing in u," he kept texting.

Dexter was obsessed. And I was leaving in a couple of days. Our sleazy motel nights were soon going to be over. 

I should have told him the truth earlier and not led him on. But the sex was so good, we were now both sexually addicted to each other. Me to his beautiful corn brown pubed Irish Mexican eight incher and him to my smooth, fleshy Asian jock strapped butt that he likes to spit on and kiss before he mounts. Then we would sex/text about it, exchanging all the details. He even told me how I wish I could get pregnant with his kids and at the amount of sperm he was injecting into me, I would have quintuplets by now.

I finally summoned the courage to tell Dexter during our last bout in that sleazy motel that I was leaving the next day. He was genuinely surprised, and hurt. Especially since earlier he told me that he finally found a job and was talking about getting his own place soon where he said we could meet up instead from now on. I felt rotten having withheld some basic facts from him. But what was I to do? It was only Grindr, and I didn't expect the sex to be this intense or seriously good?!

We fucked furiously and wordlessly twice for the last time that night. He left in the middle of the night, unable to sleep through the silent unease. He was disturbed and I knew better than to talk or reason it out with him. No amount of talking would appease Dexter or ease my conscience about what I just led him into.

One day later, I flew back home. I immersed myself back into my work & life routine and didn't go near my Grindr account. I almost forgot about all about Dexter until one night, I heard the tell-tale sounds of it grunting again. I had a Grindr message.

Dexter: Fcuk ur ass is hot! I can't stop thinking about it.

Me: It was moulded for your cock

Dexter: I just woke up and saw you online, made my dick pop up

Me: You know how it feels when yr inside me

Dexter: Amazing, smooth and hungry

Me: Moist, wet and warm

Dexter: Wet after I cum inside u and start frothing it

Me: It cuddles ur cock while u slide & fertilize my ass

Dexter: Makin babies

Me: Making us fathers

Dexter: I wanna father your kid

Me: There is no next time Dex.

Dexter: I know, I still wanna be the Dad though. We'd make beautiful mix race kids together. Why didn't you say something earlier about leavin?

Me: You might not know it, but I did like you. I still do, that's why your cock felt worshipped

Dexter: I like you too, that's why I'm able to to cum & stay hard so much when with u

Me: I wanted to kiss u more, but I figured you were mad at me

Dexter: U should've

Dexter: We have to do this, at least one more time, man

Dexter: My cock needs to feel ur tight, warm flesh ... drinking my milk, squirtin into u

I didn't know what to say, plus I didn't wanna lead him further on. So I stopped texting and I just emailed him the next day and explained my side of things, and offered perhaps maybe sometime next year when I visit my cousin again, we could hook up. 

I haven't heard from Dexter after that.