After a delayed 7am flight back to DC from O’Hare and a Noon matinee of “Milk” which left me emotionally drained and introspective (the documentary footage over the opening credits made me cry), retreating to my quiet townhouse and a warm bed felt like the perfect antidote for a cold rainy DC afternoon. No such luck. Drifting off an hour later, my cell phone startled me back into consciousness. Andrés was on the line, back from Lima after a week. Was I free to be fucked? He’d intended to hook up with an ex- in Lima, who ultimately flaked out on him at the last minute, intensifying his frustration. Not feeling especially horny or energetic today, I demurred, suggesting I wouldn’t be the most eager bottom for him. I knew that wouldn’t work, but it was worth a try.
“Well, you know by now that I have no problems pounding you when you’re asleep. C’mon! You can relax on your stomach. Really, I just need a hot bare hole to fuck and unload in. That’s all. Please?”
By 3:00, I stripped off my tank top and gym shorts and stretched out face down on the bed, as Andrés unbuttoned his dress shirt and unbuckled his pants, standing over me, watching my naked body. “I’ve been brewing cum in these balls for a week, hoping to spray it in that sweet cumhole”, he offered as foreplay. The weight of his loosened belt brought his pants down, and the buckle hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud. Andrés knelt on the bed, pushed my legs apart, and moved his body up towards mine. I felt his hot breath at my hole, slowly exhaling. Then his tongue darted lightly at my hole, then around the rim, then along my asscheeks, and finally back to my hole. Then he drove his tongue in deeper and spat a mouthful of saliva he’d gathered at the entrance to my hole, using his tongue to drive it inside me, lubing me to take his cock. I would have loved an extended rim job, but Andrés drove north with his tongue, into the small of my back, kissing it, moving slowly up my spine, in between my shoulder blades, and to my neck, exhaling on it and licking it and making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Andrés’ rested his body on mine and his cock pushed at the entrance to my hole. I opened my legs a bit and he slid all the way in.
Once inside me, Andrés put one arm under my chest, pulling my body against his and holding me in place. His other arm wrapped around under my neck, putting me into a chokehold, like a pinned wrestler. Andrés had me where he wanted me and now he was ready to fuck. And fuck he did. He pulled his cock up and then forced it straight back down inside me. In-and-out. Straight up and straight down; punch-fucking my hole with increased intensity. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. His trademark. Andrés didn’t vary his fucking much, except to push my legs together or force them wider apart, back and forth. As his fucking grew more intense, the chokehold of Andrés’ arm around my neck grew tighter and it got harder to breathe. I pulled myself away from it, but Andrés was lost in fucking and soon I was being choked again. Ten minutes in, Andrés moaned wordlessly, “mmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmm” while pumping a forceful stream of cum inside me, fucking deep to lodge his load directly into my intestines. His body slumped on mine as Andrés caught his breathe, but he was still rock hard, and I knew he wasn’t nearly finished. A minute later the hole banging resumed, and the chokehold around my neck tightened once again.
Andrés was right – he just needed a hole to fuck today. He’d long since stopped talking to me, preferring to concentrate on satiating his physiological need to unload his ballsac in a warm place (while constricting my esophagus). It could have been any hole, I guess, but he chose mine to drive his sperm inside. And so I laid there under Andrés, reflecting that sex is sometimes about deep connection with a whole person –and sometimes your role is just to be fucked and bred like a cheap blow-up doll. Was it sleazy or just being empathic to his needs? As I thought about it, Andrés worked a second load into my now sloppy hole, and finally a third. Just less than an hour after he first slid inside me, Andrés had drained 10 days worth of cum where it belonged. He collapsed for a short minute, then pulled himself off me, kissed my shoulder blades and back, and sat on the edge of the bed, coming back to Earth and regaining his balance. “Goddamn, thank you”, he smiled, slapping my ass.
After washing up in the bathroom, Andrés sat down again, pulling on his clothes, glancing up and down at the messy results of a victorious, needy breeding. “I’d love to see more of you while I’m still in DC. And I’d like to introduce you to some of my buddies. You open-minded enough for some real adventure?” Like what, I asked tentatively? Never give a clear answer to a vague question like that. “I have a Cuban friend in Alexandria who’d absolutely love to bang that fuckhole and fill it. He knows you and I fuck. The two of you would be beautiful together, fucking in all positions on your bed. I want to sit in that chair, watch it, and jack off to it – a live porno, right in front of me!”
So this is how it starts. I could spend a lifetime satiating the pent-up needs of men who only want to pound and fill hole. Not all I’d hoped for in my dating life at this moment, but my dating life wasn’t so hot, at present. “We’ll work something out”, I replied, smiling back at Andrés. He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and smacked my ass one last time. “So what you mean to say is, ‘I can’t wait’”. He pulled his jacket back on, and let himself out.
“Well, you know by now that I have no problems pounding you when you’re asleep. C’mon! You can relax on your stomach. Really, I just need a hot bare hole to fuck and unload in. That’s all. Please?”
By 3:00, I stripped off my tank top and gym shorts and stretched out face down on the bed, as Andrés unbuttoned his dress shirt and unbuckled his pants, standing over me, watching my naked body. “I’ve been brewing cum in these balls for a week, hoping to spray it in that sweet cumhole”, he offered as foreplay. The weight of his loosened belt brought his pants down, and the buckle hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud. Andrés knelt on the bed, pushed my legs apart, and moved his body up towards mine. I felt his hot breath at my hole, slowly exhaling. Then his tongue darted lightly at my hole, then around the rim, then along my asscheeks, and finally back to my hole. Then he drove his tongue in deeper and spat a mouthful of saliva he’d gathered at the entrance to my hole, using his tongue to drive it inside me, lubing me to take his cock. I would have loved an extended rim job, but Andrés drove north with his tongue, into the small of my back, kissing it, moving slowly up my spine, in between my shoulder blades, and to my neck, exhaling on it and licking it and making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Andrés’ rested his body on mine and his cock pushed at the entrance to my hole. I opened my legs a bit and he slid all the way in.
Once inside me, Andrés put one arm under my chest, pulling my body against his and holding me in place. His other arm wrapped around under my neck, putting me into a chokehold, like a pinned wrestler. Andrés had me where he wanted me and now he was ready to fuck. And fuck he did. He pulled his cock up and then forced it straight back down inside me. In-and-out. Straight up and straight down; punch-fucking my hole with increased intensity. BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM. His trademark. Andrés didn’t vary his fucking much, except to push my legs together or force them wider apart, back and forth. As his fucking grew more intense, the chokehold of Andrés’ arm around my neck grew tighter and it got harder to breathe. I pulled myself away from it, but Andrés was lost in fucking and soon I was being choked again. Ten minutes in, Andrés moaned wordlessly, “mmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmm” while pumping a forceful stream of cum inside me, fucking deep to lodge his load directly into my intestines. His body slumped on mine as Andrés caught his breathe, but he was still rock hard, and I knew he wasn’t nearly finished. A minute later the hole banging resumed, and the chokehold around my neck tightened once again.
Andrés was right – he just needed a hole to fuck today. He’d long since stopped talking to me, preferring to concentrate on satiating his physiological need to unload his ballsac in a warm place (while constricting my esophagus). It could have been any hole, I guess, but he chose mine to drive his sperm inside. And so I laid there under Andrés, reflecting that sex is sometimes about deep connection with a whole person –and sometimes your role is just to be fucked and bred like a cheap blow-up doll. Was it sleazy or just being empathic to his needs? As I thought about it, Andrés worked a second load into my now sloppy hole, and finally a third. Just less than an hour after he first slid inside me, Andrés had drained 10 days worth of cum where it belonged. He collapsed for a short minute, then pulled himself off me, kissed my shoulder blades and back, and sat on the edge of the bed, coming back to Earth and regaining his balance. “Goddamn, thank you”, he smiled, slapping my ass.
After washing up in the bathroom, Andrés sat down again, pulling on his clothes, glancing up and down at the messy results of a victorious, needy breeding. “I’d love to see more of you while I’m still in DC. And I’d like to introduce you to some of my buddies. You open-minded enough for some real adventure?” Like what, I asked tentatively? Never give a clear answer to a vague question like that. “I have a Cuban friend in Alexandria who’d absolutely love to bang that fuckhole and fill it. He knows you and I fuck. The two of you would be beautiful together, fucking in all positions on your bed. I want to sit in that chair, watch it, and jack off to it – a live porno, right in front of me!”
So this is how it starts. I could spend a lifetime satiating the pent-up needs of men who only want to pound and fill hole. Not all I’d hoped for in my dating life at this moment, but my dating life wasn’t so hot, at present. “We’ll work something out”, I replied, smiling back at Andrés. He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and smacked my ass one last time. “So what you mean to say is, ‘I can’t wait’”. He pulled his jacket back on, and let himself out.
7 comments:
I can't wait, either, and I'm just reading about it! :-)
Your blog has a sadness to it. You ask rhetorical questions knowing full well the loneliness in the answer. I understand when you wrote in an earlier post that you feel closer to a man when you allow him to cum in you, but does the man fucking you feel closer to you? Is it reciprocal or has he just used you like his plaything? The closeness and bond that you seek with a man I do not think you will find in the shallow and lonely quest you are on. You will end up alone in your bed while your tricks say thanks dude and walk out your door. Allowing a man the privilege of cuming in you should be something you reserve for that special person you seek to find. It is not safe to let all of these strangers cum in you and it doesn't sound all that fulfilling to me. I am not saying you should not allow a man to cum in you, but maybe if you try to look beyond finding just any mans desire to do so and look to find someone that you can build your life with and do it. It seems like a waste to me.
itgadgetguy: If your point is that casual encounters are less fulfilling (pardon the pun) than committed relationships, I won't argue with you. But that's a tautology, isn't it?
I do make a real effort for serious dates and relationships. I haven't blogged about those particularly comical experiences, yet. Talk about sadness - my college campus is filled with guys who claim to be "bi", who aren't sure what they want yet, who drink and take drugs a lot, who don't want to get serious right now, knowing they'll be gone from campus in a year or two. Sorry, but my dating experiences have proved far less blog worthy so far. That could change, hopefully. I'll tell you that almost none of my classmates - straight or gay - are seriously involved this year - except for Rachel, of course.
My bareback sex partners leave me introspective and curious, but not particularly sad. Even the most random encounter can be a quizzical, mystifying experience. I try to view them realistically, perhaps with tongue firmly in cheek.
As for your suggestion that my sex encounters shouldn't be bareback....well, I guess like getting bred, physically and psychologically, too *too* much, to just wait until I find Prince Charming and let him cum in me.
However, your reaction might mean that this blog isn't a good choice of reading for you. It's not for everybody - certainly. And I do appreciate any feedback or criticism, including yours. There's a reason I put this in an online diary and not a private diary. I want to hear the good, bad, and ugly.
i thought this was the hottest fucking post i have read in a long time. You can really write. Thanks
dude...can't wait to see if you go through with it...this one was by far the hottest entry so far for some reason. Now excuse me while I wipe up the spooge I just shot :o)
Oh geez, itgadgetguy. Not everyone has the same needs, and some people have multiple needs. Clearly, he's getting something that he wants out of the exchange, or he'd have let the call go to voicemail.
Awesome entry. It mixes thoughtful analysis with a description of hot action that any porn writer would be proud of.
Brandon, I'm not sure that I agree with The Neighbors Will Hear on calling your writing "porn writing." What you produce is -- lies in a realm of its own. As he notes, "It mixes thoughtful analysis with a description of hot action...."
On the topic of rhetorical questions, yes, sex (even random hookups) usually (for me) leave me "introspective and curious."
Introspective and curious about them and me. Why do I fuck or get fucked by other men? Why do I enjoy safe anonymous sex? What is it about being used like a blow-up doll that I like? Yes, I do get sad every now and then... but like you, I'm not blogging about other (similar as they relate to dating) aspects of my life. Do I wish your guys would wear condoms? Yes! But I also undersatand the journey you're on.
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