Load 2012-23

Saturday morning I woke up a bit hung over. I got on BBRT to check emails – I wasn’t really looking to fuck, but this guy contacted me and wanted my load. He’d been so persistent in the past about asking me to hookup, I thought “what the hell…” I warned him that I was a bit hung over and might not be at my best – but he was game for it anyway. What I didn’t ell him was that I hadn’t taken a Cialis in a week and my dick was only sorta half into it…

It was pretty early in the morning and my bf hadn’t woken up yet. At one point he rolled over and looked like he might be half awake so I asked if he minded if I went and hooked up. He grunted – I didn’t quite know what that meant but took it as a ‘no problem’.

As I was leaving I couldn’t find my usual cock ring. Given that my dick was being temperamental, I was a little worried I needed something. I saw a little piece of rawhide string and took that instead.

I got to his place – it seemed like an old hotel that had been converted to small apartments. The “luxury apartments” sign outside was a bit optimistic – it was perfectly nice, but “luxury” was seriously stretching it…

He greeted me at the door in a leather vest and jockstrap. Actually neither was leather – they were that neoprene that looks like leather… He didn’t quite look like his pictures – but it wasn’t an issue – he was still good looking and fuckable. Pretty quickly after I arrived I noticed he was a bit chatty – but more on that later…

I started stripping down and he leaned over his desk to pick some music off his computer. I spread his ass cheeks and started rimming him. He asked me how I wanted him before I came over and my one request was “squeaky clean”, yet his ass was a bit musky. It didn’t seem unclean – I just didn’t know when the last time was that he douched. As a result I didn’t spend too long down there or go too deeply. Actually, my dick was surprisingly cooperative. The rawhide seemed to be working better than my regular leather cockring… It was almost working too well – it felt like it might be a little too tight – my dick felt veiny…  I didn’t change anything though – I figured I wasn’t going to complain – my dick was hard…

I stood up and he went to suck my dick but my PA was in and it’s fairly big. He said he was OK with getting fucked with a PA, but didn’t want to suck dick with it – I understood that (metal against teeth is no fun). So I asked for some lube, and when he pointed to something I didn’t have my glasses on and picked the wrong bottle at first, but got the right bottle on 2nd try. I lubed up and shoved in.

He was on his back and we were fucking in the missionary position. That was fine with me – I feel like I’ve gotten in a bit of a rut when the face-down on his belly routine I’ve gotten into. But then he suggested he get on his belly which makes me wonder if he reads the blog…

He rolled over and as usual it didn’t take long for me to cum. I didn’t want to draw it out ’cause for starters it was hot in there (which is odd – ’cause my A/C’s been out and a few days earlier he had said to come over ’cause he had A/C – I mean his A/C was on, but it wasn’t making things cold). And secondly – I didn’t know how long my dick would cooperate.

It had been 4 1/2 days since I’d cum – so he got a pretty good sized load. I then rolled him over and kept my dick in for a while while we laid there. He didn’t seem comfortable with silence so he talked about one thing and then another, and then another… He was a bit of a chatter box… I wasn’t saying much more than “Yeah…”, “Oh really?” “I see…” I heard about his sexual preferences (only likes guys 45+), his ex-boyfriend, a cruise he went on, etc…

Because of the heat I was a bit sweaty, and I hadn’t taken a shower before I came over, so when he offered that I could use his shower I took him up on it so I could rinse off. When I came out he was still just as talkative. I felt a little bad – he was doing so much talking and I was doing so little – I wondered if he thought I didn’t like him or something. Truth was that I was just hung over and not in the mood to talk.

When I came out he had taken off the vest and I could see more of his body. He looked hotter naked than he did with the vest on. Nice proportions to his body – sorta hairy in the right places, etc. Funny part was he was an otter – like a lot of the guys I’ve been fucking lately – not sure what’s up with that.

When I left I noticed my bf had texted me and asked if I wanted to go to Callen-Lorde’s Saturday STD clinic to get checked out. We’re both sorta overdue for HIV tests – I had suggested we do it a few days before. But it was a bit early, he was still waking up and I hadn’t showered and didn’t have any underwear on… So we put it off until next week.