16 April 2013 | 3 Comments
I know – it’s practically sad that I’ve only given 15 loads so far this year… At this rate I’ll only give 52 loads this year – half what I wanted to give. But I’ve been sick a lot this winter. So if I can just get over all that I should get back in the swing of things and the numbers should go up.
I’m just getting over a head and chest cold. I’m still coughing up phlegm every now and then and wasn’t really all that sure I was up for hooking up, but figured I’d give it a shot anyway. I was supposed to go to a gangbang tonight, but then I remembered I needed to go to a community meeting instead – but then that got scrapped when I had site problems with a new site and needed to stay home waiting for my host’s tech support to fix a couple things. So I’m sitting here writing this post while I wait for them…
Anyway, late this afternoon I looked around a little online for someone to fuck knowing I couldn’t make the gangbang tonight. There were a few options but then this early 20’s twink hit me up. The location in his profile was sorta far away, so I told him I didn’t want to travel that far. He came back saying he was actually close – that he’d moved and didn’t know how to update his location on his profile. That meant he was close enough that I didn’t mind going to him.
We started exchanging texts he he was telling me to be really rough. That was fine with me. So I get there and he’s actually incredibly cute – very much my type. But part of my “rough top” persona is not letting on that I actually like the bottom. A rough fuck should have a mental component – it’s not all about being physically rough. The bottom needs to feel like a hole / a piece of meat.
When I get to his (incredibly small) room he started pulling off my clothes. I got naked and he sucked my dick for a bit. I got semi-hard – but what I really wanted was his ass. So I got him to put his ass in in the air and I started a rough rimming of his hole. I’d bite his hole and sorta chew on it – not enough to make marks or break skin, but enough to rough him up a little bit.
When I was fully hard he got the lube and lubed up his hole and my dick. And I shoved in and pushed him onto his belly. I didn’t ease into it – he wanted rough after all. He tried to twist around and for a bit I fucked him on his back, but then I turned him over and went back to fucking him on his belly.
Problem was I started to smell shit. I didn’t see any, but I knew he wasn’t clean. But I just figured – what the hell – and kept fucking him – it wasn’t too bad… That’s sorta the problem with rough fucks – you gotta be really clean. I’m gonna get in deep and not be gentle about it. If you’re dirty I’ll find the dirt. After a while he stopped things and thought for a second about sucking my cock, but then realized he really wasn’t all that clean and neither was my dick. He used paper towels to clean up a bit and then excused himself and went to the bathroom. I cleaned up a bit more. It wasn’t as bad as it smelled. Everything seemed semi-clean to me (I’ve seen a lot worse).
In a weird way it was good that it he had to go clean out. I had started overheating from the physicality of the fuck and needed some down time. I laid on a part of the sheet I knew was clean and just jacked my dick – keeping it hard until he got back.
When he returned he went back to sucking my cock. Then he had me position myself more in the middle of the mattress and he started riding my cock. He was really going at it. I was sorta ignoring him – letting him do all the work and giving him no feedback. At one point he said he could cum without touching himself, but in the end he had to jack off a bit before he came all over my belly.
When he came I was thinking to myself “I hope you can still get fucked after cumming, ’cause I’m not done yet”. I pushed him down on his belly, spread his legs and went back to fucking him. This time it wasn’t overly rough – though I think he thought it was pretty rough. This time I was focused on having it work for me so things would feel just right and I’d cum.
Well, things did feel good and just as I was starting to cum he said “Don’t cum in me”. I don’t pull out. If you want me to pull out just don’t bother inviting me over. My profile used to be incredibly clear about it – now it’s not quite as clear, but still… By the time I had processed all that in my head he already had some of my cum in him, so I pushed in deeper and blew the rest of my load. I hadn’t cum in quite a few days so he got a nice big thick load up his hot little skinny twink ass.
He looked back at me when he realized I hadn’t pulled out and said “You came in me?” and I said “I don’t pull out. I’m really clear about that…” He seemed sorta pissed and I didn’t really know how things were going to go at that point, so I just got up and started putting on my clothes. I was sorta standing in front of the door, so he couldn’t run to the bathroom and shit out my load… I did mention “I was tested literally yesterday and I’m neg…” I think that made him feel a little better.
I got out of there as quickly as I could. On the way home he was texting me telling me how he liked how rough I fucked him, that he was sorry he wasn’t clean, and that he hopes we can hookup again. I told him, sure – but I’m not going to pull out…
Looks like I’ve got a hot little twink in the neighborhood that I can make into a cumhole… I bet in a few months he’ll stop asking guys to pull out… 😉