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Thanksgiving relief
I've been away for 10 days visiting family for the Thanksgiving holiday. Lots of good food -- most of which I cooked.
And lots of chat on Grindr and Scruff. After all, I was new meat to them. Aside from one very entertaining long-distance and very detailed chat with a fun and fascinating young guy, I had only one brief encounter which isn't worth describing. I got off. That's all to report.
Wednesday: I arrived back home the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, exceedingly horny. I returned to my old haunts. It was well worth the wait.
First I took my Asian grad student Cheng out to lunch. We had chatted extensively one night while I was away. He was troubled by being aggressively pursued in a new potential relationship with a lovely Asian woman. She's a fellow student, very wealthy, and looking for a mate. It didn't go as planned. Today he told me that the next day he called his parents and informed them he is gay. He is so relieved. After lunch, he shyly asked me if I had time to go back to his apartment for sex. Did we! We stripped as we walked into his bedroom, his smooth, slim body shivering in the cool air until we embraced and undressed. The next 20 minutes were a contortion of our bodies finding almost every possible position. Although we didn't fuck we did nearly everything else. He finally came, jerking his load on my face as he sat on me while I licked his ass. It was hot, his sweet load gushing all over my face and beard. It took me five minutes to wash all of his sticky cum out before I drove him back to his lab. Such a sweet guy. I miss him.
I had just left him to do some holiday shopping when a new guy asked me over to his house on the college campus. We had chatted earlier in the day, before I made my plans with Cheng, and I was pleasantly surprised that this fellow was still interested.
Roberto is 40ish, slim, handsome, and even more enticing in person than the few tantalizing pics he sent.
Rob is about 6 foot, athletic, short salt and pepper hair, dark brown eyes and a five o'clock shadow beard. We immediately walked into his bedroom and he drew me into one of the most passionate kisses I've had in ages. I love kissing when the chemistry is right, and this was a thermonuclear reaction. Our tongues danced and explored and probed and writhed until we were almost breathless. I finally got his t-shirt off to find his nipples erect on his sculpted moderately hairy chest. When he pulled my shirt off, between more kisses, we wrapped our arms around each other, touching, fondling, caressing everywhere. Soon pants we off and we tumbled onto the unmade bed, crawling under the down comforter to fend off the chilly air.
We were both hard as nails, grinding our crotches together, rubbing our cocks along side each other, holding our rumps and pulling ourselves together as we continued our non-stop deep kissing. I have rarely kissed as much as with his hot man. Our breath was one as we writhed together from one position to another, sucking cocks, licking pits, rimming holes, nibbling nipples and touching each other everywhere. But we always drew each other back into a passionate kiss. We couldn't get enough.
Eventually, we decided not to fuck, although it was tempting, so instead he sat astride me as we jerked each other and then ourselves. I loved licking his ass and nuts and he jerked his cock over me. Then more kissing as he edged closer, my right hand kneading his balls and my thumb partly in his hole, my left hand jerking my intensely hard cock. Suddenly, he announced he was going to cum --which he did, all over my chest, huge strings and gobs of pure white cum flooding my torso.
I took his still-hard cock in my mouth, tasting the last dribbles of his sperm, as I quickly shot my own load all over my lower belly. One of the biggest loads I've had in weeks. His cock softened and slipped out of my lips as I gasped my my own orgasmic exertion.
We were both spent. He courteously provided cloths to clean up our mess and then I washed up quickly before heading home. We chatted a few times after, thanking each other for the experience. Oh I wish I were going back to work --- well almost.
Thursday:I woke up the next day with a stiff neck. Maybe it was from all of the contortions of licking ass and sucking cock and balls while Cheng and Roberto sat on my face.
I didn't want it to get worse so I contacted my Scruff dad Adrian to trade massages. He's 55, about 5'5", slim, athletic, hairy and a very nice tender guy. We went immediately to his bedroom, stripped and got on the bed (I really wish he had a bonifide massage table), where I identified the soar spots. I was already hard as I lay on my belly. He warmed his hands, added massage oil, and then spread his naked torso on my back, placing his limbs on mine as he slowly worked the knots in my neck with his left hand.
For the next 20 minutes he gently worked my entire upper and lower back, identifying stress points. When he got to my ass, he concentrated on my glutes, sliding his hand under to work my cock, which he finally pulled under and behind me, pointing toward my knees. He skillfully manipulated my cock, teased my hole, and continued to relax my glutes and lower back.
"I want you to slowly turn onto your back now," he whispered. My rampant cock pointed to the ceiling. He slid his soft oiled hand up and down the shaft then added his mouth to a soothing hand/blow job that had me on the edge for several minutes. I crooked my left leg, placing my foot against my right knee in the classic crane position as he massaged my groin tendons and scrotum. He then crawled between my legs, spreading them wide, as he used his crotch and semi-hard cock to hump against me.
I finally ran my hands down his back and grabbed his ass cheeks as he thrust against me as we kissed. The next 30 minutes were spent in various combinations of mutual pleasure. At one point I had him on his back, my cock thrusting between his cheeks, as I alternately sucked and jacked his short hard cock. I had him on edge, as he gasped and shuddered, changing the speed and pattern of my well-lubed hand.
Finally, I rolled onto my back, spread my legs and pulled him into my crotch, jacking our cocks together. For 10 minutes we edged this way, his cock becoming stiffer and leaking dribbles of pre cum. At one point I lifted my hips so he could suck me while I fondled his balls as he rapidly jacked.
"I'm close," he moaned, so I lowered my hips and urged him to cum on my balls as I jerked too. With a gasp he exploded on my nuts, his cum splattering all over my crotch. I was as hard as a rock but didn't cum. He grabbed some wipes and cleaned us up. I asked him to cuddle and we spent the next half hour talking as he spooned behind me, continuing to work the sore muscles in my neck -- which I had forgotten about by then. That was the most sensuous time of the morning, gently touching each other in post-orgasmic relief. Two hours had passed as if in a single breath. I felt so much better.
FridayIt's been a good week. Two hot guys on Wednesday, traded erotic massage Thursday and today played with another dad, Jeff.
He's 6'6", hairy dad bod, wanted to get topped. We've played three times so far. He's married, very nervous but prefers to host in his basement. We stripped, groped, sucked for starters. I had him sit on the ratty couch and sucked and fingered him. He was really getting into it but didn't want to cum to soon.
I put him face down on the couch and fingered his hole with lube, getting two fingers in. I tried to slide my cock in but he was too tight. We tried doggy style with him kneeling on the couch and I quickly went balls deep. But he moved and pushed me out. We tried several times and he decided he was simply too tight. I agreed.I had him sit on the couch again and sucked and fingered him. He wanted to suck me, so I stood on the couch and straddled him, face fucking him as he jerked. Soon he grunted and fired off a huge load all over his hairy belly. Then he was done. "Sorry, I shut down after I cum,' he said as he got dressed. I left, hard as a rock, went home, got some good twink porn on the laptop and pumped out a nice load.
SaturdayThe hotel door was propped open when I arrived. He was naked, ass up in the late afternoon light. I latched the door, walked to the end of the bed and caressed his bum with my left hand. He moaned, swayed slightly and pushed back into my hand. Holding both cheeks, I pulled them apart and blew lightly across his hole. His moan was deeper. I touched his tacky hole with my middle finger and he rocked forward, then back, taking me fingernail deep.
He sat up, put his arms behind me and pulled my clothed crotch to his ass, my hard on pressing against his ass. He fumbled with my zipper and reached into my commando pants and held my very hard rod. He moaned, turned and sought my mouth, while trying to undo my belt.
I could smell the vodka on his breath. He texted me to say he had a few drinks. I was disappointed but knew he'd been under a lot of pressure. We had chatted when I stopped into his shop on Wednesday between trysts with my Asian grad student and the epic kisser. I've known Robert for six years and we've played in both locations of his shop -- including the new shop where we fuck in the old bank vault in the basement. We've even tag teamed a few times. He said he was glad to see me, needed a break soon, and thought he might sneak away this weekend.
I was surprised and delighted when he texted me at 6 am today saying he was checking into a hotel a few miles from my house around 2. He hoped i would be available and maybe arrange for others to join. I tried. Oh, I tried. But everyone I knew was busy, had other plans or flaked out. So I showed up at 3 and gave him what he wanted -- a good pounding.
Once I was naked, I pushed him onto this back and inhaled his cock, which remained soft. As Shakespeare said, "Alcohol increases the desire but inhibit the performance." But he liked the attention and soon he was sucking me too. He wanted to get fucked so he assumed doggy style on the end of the bed and I tried to enter. But he was tight and didn't have lube. Poor planning on his part and mine was cold in my car. The hotel lotion was handy. I coated his hole, slid a finger then a thumb deep inside as he moaned loudly. Slathering my cock, I pushed all the way into his ass and began pounding hard. I'm sure the hotel staff in the hallway heard him as I slammed into him. i flipped him onto his back, hiked his hefty legs onto my shoulders, and reentered his pulsing hole. He was still soft but obviously enjoying my service. We went at it for a while until he asked to take a break.
I was still hard, so we cuddled as he stroked me, apologizing for being too tipsy to perform, I quieted his rambling with a kiss and we spent the next 15 minutes simply touching, fondling and caressing each other. As I stroked his inner thigh he grabbed onto his cock and began jerking. My hand moved to his ball sack and his hand moved faster. I touched his hole and he increased the speed. He was finally getting hard. I slid to the end of the bed and crawled between his legs, my mouth landing in the soft spot between his left nut and his inner thigh. He went ballistic, flailing away at his very hard cock. He came as I took his left nut into my mouth, grunting his pleasure as he spewed five volleys of cum on his belly.
He collapsed, exhausted and drunk as I grabbed a warm washcloth and mopped up his mess. I was still hard but he was out. I dressed, kissed him farewell and headed to the Y where I showered and relaxed in the steam before heading home.
Sunday A day of rest.