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.
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20140525
Sucking Faces 2
I don't think much about kissing. I just go and plaster my face to the person willing to lock lips with me since I honestly thought that kissing was a natural and innate human thing. But I guess it's just more about feeling.
My first kissing experience was around five or six, when RJ, probably younger than me, and I made out with no tongue behind the parked cars on the apartment lot. That afternoon was unreasonably bright as I peeked out and saw his lashes. On the other side of the van was the rest of our friends playing. I also made out with his brother RB.
At one time, I was at the bottom of what seemed like a three story necking game where RB was kissing RJ's neck from his back and RJ was kissing my neck, and this was all happening when our parents where inches from the other side of the sofa. It was really funny, it reminded me of those janitor fishes rather than anything sexual.
Recently, mom told me that RJ was "like me", because at one point he was wearing a dress or something like that, I didn't ask about it. I have no idea what that news meant or why she told me that, but a look at his profile while writing this would say that he's living well in the Homeland, devoutly Roman Catholic and likes David Pomeranz. The D-man got some serious ballads man.
Ace is aggressive. Like a SWAT team, he rams his lips into mine and we'd just tongue fence opening each other up like it's our last breath. I'd cling to him for dear life. In the later years, we'd gone a bit more aggressive than the last. After making out behind the front door, he'd attack my neck and my collar bone. Automatically like some machine, my knees would buckle and I've completely surrendered. I'd claw his back as if it was a legitimate attempt to right myself up, and he'd hear my shallow breaths and moans. He told me that apart from the sounds I make, he likes the goosebumps that appear on my arms and shoulders.That time when he had a three day stubble; it felt great.
Merman takes his time and I'm very okay with that (sometimes). He doesn't fully open to the kisses sometimes; our lips would massage each other and I'd lick at his lips to ask for an entry. He doesn't always open, and if he does he withdraws again. He's very very very soft. Like Merman himself, Merman's kisses would give privilege to the lips he's most comfortable with. Some might get impatient with him, but as long as he's happy, I'm happy.
Security is wet and dirty (in a good way). As he takes me on his lips, he drags on leaving my lips glossed with his spit. There was spit everywhere. Learning as I was, I did the same.
One of the kisses that boggles me would probably belong with Atlas. if we ever meet again, he might not even remember I dubbed him Atlas. He doesn't know my name either so I called myself Ganymede. I'll change it to Patroclus in case. How about Hercules? I can feel eye rolls coming at me.
Either because we rarely kissed or his kisses were so.... minimal that It matched his apartment. Minimal in a sense of "now you see it, now you don't", It was so quick and clean I'm tempted to call it a peck (for lack of tongue). There's such a fleeting quality to it; I know it happened, but did it?
Probably because there was no (strong) emotional fervor in that kiss; he was looking for some fun thing to do and I just happened to be in the vicinity. Glad I was there.
My first kissing experience was around five or six, when RJ, probably younger than me, and I made out with no tongue behind the parked cars on the apartment lot. That afternoon was unreasonably bright as I peeked out and saw his lashes. On the other side of the van was the rest of our friends playing. I also made out with his brother RB.
At one time, I was at the bottom of what seemed like a three story necking game where RB was kissing RJ's neck from his back and RJ was kissing my neck, and this was all happening when our parents where inches from the other side of the sofa. It was really funny, it reminded me of those janitor fishes rather than anything sexual.
Recently, mom told me that RJ was "like me", because at one point he was wearing a dress or something like that, I didn't ask about it. I have no idea what that news meant or why she told me that, but a look at his profile while writing this would say that he's living well in the Homeland, devoutly Roman Catholic and likes David Pomeranz. The D-man got some serious ballads man.
Ace is aggressive. Like a SWAT team, he rams his lips into mine and we'd just tongue fence opening each other up like it's our last breath. I'd cling to him for dear life. In the later years, we'd gone a bit more aggressive than the last. After making out behind the front door, he'd attack my neck and my collar bone. Automatically like some machine, my knees would buckle and I've completely surrendered. I'd claw his back as if it was a legitimate attempt to right myself up, and he'd hear my shallow breaths and moans. He told me that apart from the sounds I make, he likes the goosebumps that appear on my arms and shoulders.That time when he had a three day stubble; it felt great.
Merman takes his time and I'm very okay with that (sometimes). He doesn't fully open to the kisses sometimes; our lips would massage each other and I'd lick at his lips to ask for an entry. He doesn't always open, and if he does he withdraws again. He's very very very soft. Like Merman himself, Merman's kisses would give privilege to the lips he's most comfortable with. Some might get impatient with him, but as long as he's happy, I'm happy.
Security is wet and dirty (in a good way). As he takes me on his lips, he drags on leaving my lips glossed with his spit. There was spit everywhere. Learning as I was, I did the same.
One of the kisses that boggles me would probably belong with Atlas. if we ever meet again, he might not even remember I dubbed him Atlas. He doesn't know my name either so I called myself Ganymede. I'll change it to Patroclus in case. How about Hercules? I can feel eye rolls coming at me.
Either because we rarely kissed or his kisses were so.... minimal that It matched his apartment. Minimal in a sense of "now you see it, now you don't", It was so quick and clean I'm tempted to call it a peck (for lack of tongue). There's such a fleeting quality to it; I know it happened, but did it?
Probably because there was no (strong) emotional fervor in that kiss; he was looking for some fun thing to do and I just happened to be in the vicinity. Glad I was there.
20140514
ACE
The first meeting was way back, months after that horrible experience. By some miracle, I still want to fuck and I have faith that I'll have a good fuck. I'm glad I'm an optimist.
I met Ace in an app few minutes before my shift ended. I think I initiated the conversation, after a poke from him. We agreed to meet a few days from then. I remember telling him, for some unknown reasons why... probably instincts, of my awful experience with butt fucking. He reassured me I'll be fine.
----
I figured out which buses to take (a route I've memorized), and I passed by a house that's being built while doing uphill to his apartment building. Over the years, that skeleton would be a full fledged beautiful house with a large parking space.
I made it to the street of the building and we met outside, he looks like a regular 50 year old white guy (we're thirty years apart to the dot). Nothing spectacular or anything. He lead me inside and we talked a little, about the bus ride. I was in combination nervous, anxious, and downright scared. Later on, I'd recognize the cocktail of feelings I wrestled with as a "who-do-you-think-you-are-having-sex?". A combination of surprise and shame that questions the fact that I, of all people, can have sex and be sexy?!
I drank a glass of water, and after 15 seconds in the sofa we got to the bedroom ("Should we move to the bedroom?"). He was really gentle at maneuvering me to his bed (that he shares with his ex/roommate) and I needed it at that time. I got too eager though.
He stopped me in my kiss and said something like, "It's okay, slow down. No need to rush." Right after that something in me clicked and I calmed down so he could take the lead.
One of the things I enjoyed doing with him, was that he'll straddle me and close my legs together. Then he'll lift my balls and put a large wad of spit in the crevice. Then he'll fuck my taint. It feels amazing in between there, and I'll meet his thrusts. Sometimes, he'd hit it so right, I'd shudder.
I have no idea how long we fucked, but it was a great experience. I remember doing it doggy style and my hands were gripping the headboard. I remember it as a sort of validation that sex feels awesome; that sex is good. Later I realized that it was better because there was trust and mutual love and respect involved. At that moment, I was just meeting his thrusts.
We went to spooning. "Can I cum inside?" He was thrusting in and out of me, and I'm in some kind of pleasurable space.
"Yeah." A whisper enough for him to hear. I was unsure of this answer, but I'd say the same thing if I came back in time.
This was my first official bareback fucking experience (that got completed). The pleasure was intense as his cum expanded in my innards. Oh man, I can still feel ghosts of it when i recall it.
After I came from jacking off, I froze from pleasure. The ceiling has a soft glow, my hand suspended in mid air, cum dripping off. I didn't think of anything other than the moment. He wipes me off and offers the shower, he has some nice sea saltwater soap. I love that scent because it's his too.
After cleanup, we talked for a little while. It'll take months to really be at ease with him, but I'd say we hit it great initially. The first strings of conversation involves a hint from him, that basically frames our relationship from then on (a complaint about overzealous sexual partners who cant distinguish between sex and a relationship proposal). Fuck Buddies. Nothing bad in that; "yeah, you're right," I agreed.
Then he'd talk about realizing his past life.
I was more materialistic back then, scrunched up my face.
He laughed at my response.
I laughed too.
I wish he was my first of firsts.
But I'm just very glad that we met.
I met Ace in an app few minutes before my shift ended. I think I initiated the conversation, after a poke from him. We agreed to meet a few days from then. I remember telling him, for some unknown reasons why... probably instincts, of my awful experience with butt fucking. He reassured me I'll be fine.
----
I figured out which buses to take (a route I've memorized), and I passed by a house that's being built while doing uphill to his apartment building. Over the years, that skeleton would be a full fledged beautiful house with a large parking space.
I made it to the street of the building and we met outside, he looks like a regular 50 year old white guy (we're thirty years apart to the dot). Nothing spectacular or anything. He lead me inside and we talked a little, about the bus ride. I was in combination nervous, anxious, and downright scared. Later on, I'd recognize the cocktail of feelings I wrestled with as a "who-do-you-think-you-are-having-sex?". A combination of surprise and shame that questions the fact that I, of all people, can have sex and be sexy?!
I drank a glass of water, and after 15 seconds in the sofa we got to the bedroom ("Should we move to the bedroom?"). He was really gentle at maneuvering me to his bed (that he shares with his ex/roommate) and I needed it at that time. I got too eager though.
He stopped me in my kiss and said something like, "It's okay, slow down. No need to rush." Right after that something in me clicked and I calmed down so he could take the lead.
One of the things I enjoyed doing with him, was that he'll straddle me and close my legs together. Then he'll lift my balls and put a large wad of spit in the crevice. Then he'll fuck my taint. It feels amazing in between there, and I'll meet his thrusts. Sometimes, he'd hit it so right, I'd shudder.
I have no idea how long we fucked, but it was a great experience. I remember doing it doggy style and my hands were gripping the headboard. I remember it as a sort of validation that sex feels awesome; that sex is good. Later I realized that it was better because there was trust and mutual love and respect involved. At that moment, I was just meeting his thrusts.
We went to spooning. "Can I cum inside?" He was thrusting in and out of me, and I'm in some kind of pleasurable space.
"Yeah." A whisper enough for him to hear. I was unsure of this answer, but I'd say the same thing if I came back in time.
This was my first official bareback fucking experience (that got completed). The pleasure was intense as his cum expanded in my innards. Oh man, I can still feel ghosts of it when i recall it.
After I came from jacking off, I froze from pleasure. The ceiling has a soft glow, my hand suspended in mid air, cum dripping off. I didn't think of anything other than the moment. He wipes me off and offers the shower, he has some nice sea saltwater soap. I love that scent because it's his too.
After cleanup, we talked for a little while. It'll take months to really be at ease with him, but I'd say we hit it great initially. The first strings of conversation involves a hint from him, that basically frames our relationship from then on (a complaint about overzealous sexual partners who cant distinguish between sex and a relationship proposal). Fuck Buddies. Nothing bad in that; "yeah, you're right," I agreed.
Then he'd talk about realizing his past life.
I was more materialistic back then, scrunched up my face.
He laughed at my response.
I laughed too.
I wish he was my first of firsts.
But I'm just very glad that we met.
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.
20140312
Slow
I met Merman at an app, and we hit it off smoothly.
I was feeling humorous at the time and I really had no agenda for sex or anything. I just thought he was an attractive guy and I'd like to get to know him more... and maybe get into his pants.
A bit taller than six feet and with a strong brow, would probably demonstrate the neanderthal ancestry of Caucasians. He's got amazingly striking blue eyes. Deep blue eyes, totally novel to my motherland sensibilities, I never get to see this much white people before, not to mention this beautiful fucker.
We messaged each other a lot and finally meet. It turns out we go to the same gym we work close to, so we met there.
I was running my mile on the treadmill and he was doing some chest things.
Then he ended up talking to me. I really don't know why people turn the gym into a hang-out place, it's a gym; you work out and you get it done. He was being cute and all that. For a six feet fucker, it's working.
I walked him to his car, which was street parked a few blocks away.
We were chatting; he was in the drivers seat and I was outside. It took me a while to realize, until he asked me, that I was meant to sit in the passengers side.
Sometimes, I get socially inept into things like this.
We talked about each other and our histories. Then we made out.
From that first meeting and the meetings after, I've come to know Merman as a sort of nervous type (from the way he talks about work and his asshole former boss and ex), who really likes the Asians and Latinos, he's a real mild kisser.
Soft, slow, and just pleasurable.
When we kiss, I'd flick my tongue out as if I was teasing him and he'd open his lips and we'd kiss deeper. His kisses aren't hungry or strong, they're very gentle.
One thing I noticed about Merman is about how innately soft he is. Very soft. His hands, his lips, his everything is so soft.
He dropped me off at the gym, we said our goodbyes.
I was feeling humorous at the time and I really had no agenda for sex or anything. I just thought he was an attractive guy and I'd like to get to know him more... and maybe get into his pants.
A bit taller than six feet and with a strong brow, would probably demonstrate the neanderthal ancestry of Caucasians. He's got amazingly striking blue eyes. Deep blue eyes, totally novel to my motherland sensibilities, I never get to see this much white people before, not to mention this beautiful fucker.
We messaged each other a lot and finally meet. It turns out we go to the same gym we work close to, so we met there.
I was running my mile on the treadmill and he was doing some chest things.
Then he ended up talking to me. I really don't know why people turn the gym into a hang-out place, it's a gym; you work out and you get it done. He was being cute and all that. For a six feet fucker, it's working.
I walked him to his car, which was street parked a few blocks away.
We were chatting; he was in the drivers seat and I was outside. It took me a while to realize, until he asked me, that I was meant to sit in the passengers side.
Sometimes, I get socially inept into things like this.
We talked about each other and our histories. Then we made out.
From that first meeting and the meetings after, I've come to know Merman as a sort of nervous type (from the way he talks about work and his asshole former boss and ex), who really likes the Asians and Latinos, he's a real mild kisser.
Soft, slow, and just pleasurable.
When we kiss, I'd flick my tongue out as if I was teasing him and he'd open his lips and we'd kiss deeper. His kisses aren't hungry or strong, they're very gentle.
One thing I noticed about Merman is about how innately soft he is. Very soft. His hands, his lips, his everything is so soft.
He dropped me off at the gym, we said our goodbyes.
20140221
Enough 1
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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