Got home yesterday and wanted to hookup since I hadn’t cum in a few days. Didn’t manage to hookup with anyone, so this morning I get online. When nothing happens on Adam4Adam I pull out my credit card and cough up the money for Manhunt. Since bareback.com sucks now, and I’m stopping my paid membership there, I figure I’ll spend the money on Manhunt instead…

There were a couple of options, but one guy had contacted me before – looked like a small muscular latino and said he liked stocky guys. (Sounded like a pefect match). [I now know he’s light skinned black or mixed race, but whatever…]

So I go over to his place – full floor in a renovated brownstone in one of the best parts of Harlem. The name on his buzzer was Dr. John Doe (named changed of course) – a little pretentious, but maybe it meant he wasn’t a skanky cum dump…

He comes down to meet me – just like his pics – cute, lean, muscular… He was wearing a tank top and jeans that were riding low and showing his ass… Things were looking good.

We get into the apartment and start to kiss and feel each other up. Long story short, I get his pants off, and start eating his ass. Now the problems start. He just stands there. He obviously likes me eating his ass, but he doesn’t bend over or make it easy for me in any way… As a result, I have to keep ‘coming up for air’ since the way he’s standing I can’t breathe at the same time I’m rimming him.

He asks me if I like his ass and I say it’s pretty incredible. I play at poking my dick at his hole and then suggest we find somewhere more comfortable (since we were still standing next to the door). We go over to the bed and he sits on the bed, I raise up his legs and go to eat him out again. When I stop for a moment he tells me to keep rimming him. Demanding, but whatever… The whole time he’s jacking his dick.

I then go to fuck him. I don’t usually like missionary position when I’m fucking someone I just met, but whatever… The problem is, he won’t let his legs go back towards his chest – he keeps them straight up. I push, and he pushes back. This makes fucking him difficult. And he keeps repeatedly asking me to tell him how much I like his ass.

I try to flip him over and fuck him on all fours (since he never stopped stroking his dick) – but he’s still a bit rigid.

I’m losing it pretty quickly. He then says he wants to suck my dick, but won’t get up from laying flat on his back to do it – he makes me get in this weird position.

I try a little more to get hard, but it’s just not going to happen. I figure I’d suck his dick, but when I go down to do it, he doesn’t move his hand.

He starts asking what’s wrong. He obviously thinks I’m not into him, which is true, but it’s not a physical thing – it’s a chemistry thing. When you start talking about what’s going wrong in a hookup – it’s time to leave. So I say as much. On top of everything else I hadn’t gotten enough sleep, didn’t feel 100%, and the apartment was pretty warm (which always puts me off my game).

He keeps asking what’s wrong – if it was him… I keep deflecting the question… Oh well. I really wanted him to be a good cumhole, but that about sums it up – he doesn’t see himself as a cumhole. If I had to guess – he wants stocky guys who go gaga over him and keep telling him how wonderful he and his body is. He did have a great body – but to me it was just the perfect piece of meat…

Oh yeah, as I was leaving I noticed he had a painting of himself in the living room… It was one of the only pieces of art…

I googled his name when I got home. Let’s just say he’s doing well… Head of something at a pretty important institution…

So now I’ve got a 3+ day load in my balls and need to cum, but don’t want to waste it by jacking off. I’ll rest a little and look for a good bottom in a few hours…