Monday, August 24, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Mr Old Flame
Mr Old Flame was my first everything. My first kiss and blowjob happened simultaneously behind one of the buildings at school, then only about a week or so later he was the first guy to fuck me. He was 18 when I was 14 and I really, really liked him at the time. He was so nice, brown hair and brown eyes, very chiselled looks and had a nice big cock. We fucked quite a few times and even though I liked him, nothing more came of our friendship because he was so embarrassed that I was so young. After he left school, we kept in touch a bit but never really saw each other.
But last night I got a text from him.
“Hey, I hear you’re in town. What are you up to? Maybe we could catch up.”
I was at dinner with some friends but told him that I’d be happy for him to pick me up when I was done.
So later that night he picked me up and we went back to his house. He still lived with his mum and a lot of memories flooded back when I walked into his bedroom. We chatted for about two hours, catching up old times and very mildly flirting. But I wanted to really catch up on old times. I went in for a kiss and he kissed back. Was he always this bad at kissing?
After a very short while of fairly poor kissing, I felt down and he was already hard, so I pulled it out of his pants. It was as big as I had remembered, but there were far more pubes… too many pubes! I could barely fucking find his cock, big as it was. Regardless, I did what I had to do which was met by uncomfortable silence. Even quiet guys usually give me a bit of heavy breathing! After a while of the uncomfortable silence, he decided to service me. Oh my god. I was bored. I was actually bored. I wanted to fall asleep there and then. As he clumsily slopped up and down my semi-hard cock I wondered, was he always this bad?
I then told Mr Old Flame to put his cock in my ass so we could get this over and done with and I could get of there! He took off his shirt and I was a little bit grossed out. Mr Old Flame had gotten hairier and had gained a few pounds of chub. After a very boring five minutes and a few grunts, he pulled out and came on my back.
“Do you have a towel?” I asked. He grabbed the towel off his door, I wiped his cum off my back and I started to get dressed.
“What about you?” he asked. Well at least he wasn’t completely selfish.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ve gotta get home.”
While he drove me back home he told me about his boyfriend. He had a boyfriend? This night just kept getting worse and worse! I couldn’t help but wonder – had he always been this boring in bed? Had I just not realised because I was so young? Should we always just leave the past in the past?
But last night I got a text from him.
“Hey, I hear you’re in town. What are you up to? Maybe we could catch up.”
I was at dinner with some friends but told him that I’d be happy for him to pick me up when I was done.
So later that night he picked me up and we went back to his house. He still lived with his mum and a lot of memories flooded back when I walked into his bedroom. We chatted for about two hours, catching up old times and very mildly flirting. But I wanted to really catch up on old times. I went in for a kiss and he kissed back. Was he always this bad at kissing?
After a very short while of fairly poor kissing, I felt down and he was already hard, so I pulled it out of his pants. It was as big as I had remembered, but there were far more pubes… too many pubes! I could barely fucking find his cock, big as it was. Regardless, I did what I had to do which was met by uncomfortable silence. Even quiet guys usually give me a bit of heavy breathing! After a while of the uncomfortable silence, he decided to service me. Oh my god. I was bored. I was actually bored. I wanted to fall asleep there and then. As he clumsily slopped up and down my semi-hard cock I wondered, was he always this bad?
I then told Mr Old Flame to put his cock in my ass so we could get this over and done with and I could get of there! He took off his shirt and I was a little bit grossed out. Mr Old Flame had gotten hairier and had gained a few pounds of chub. After a very boring five minutes and a few grunts, he pulled out and came on my back.
“Do you have a towel?” I asked. He grabbed the towel off his door, I wiped his cum off my back and I started to get dressed.
“What about you?” he asked. Well at least he wasn’t completely selfish.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ve gotta get home.”
While he drove me back home he told me about his boyfriend. He had a boyfriend? This night just kept getting worse and worse! I couldn’t help but wonder – had he always been this boring in bed? Had I just not realised because I was so young? Should we always just leave the past in the past?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Mr Short
I met Mr Short last night when I was at the bar at XChange. Ordering a champagne, he came up to me.
“Hi,” he said. I was a little bit taken aback at how short he was. He wasn’t ridiculously short – he wasn’t a midget! But he was about a head shorter than me. Despite this, he was very cute and probably about the same age as me.
“Hey,” I said back. He told me his name and we chatted small-talk for a bit. He bought my drink, bought himself a drink and then we moved over to the couches where we could chat a bit better.
After speaking to Mr Short for only about ten minutes I decided that I actually really liked him. I think me being so shocked at how short he was got in the way of seeing how cute he was. Infact, he was actually hot. Now I just wanted to get my hands all over him and my dick inside him. I leaned in for a kiss and he kissed me back. Mr Short seemed to be getting taller and taller.
“Do you have a place close by?” I asked.
“Docklands,” he replied. If we took a cab it would take us about 15 minutes.
“Let’s go,” I said.
I grabbed my jacket and we left the club, promptly getting a taxi and soon we were on our way to Mr Short’s ass. Despite thinking better, we made out in the back of the taxi which probably offended our taxi driver’s religion. I was hard as a rock and just wanted to rip my dick out of my pants and shove it in his mouth. After what seemed like an endless ride, I gave the cab driver $50 not even looking at the metre and we went up to Mr Short’s apartment.
Once in his bedroom, we both undressed. Once I was fully naked I turned back around to look at Mr Short. Whatever Mr Short lacked in height, he definitely made up for in the pants. Standing there, fully erect he had a nice, long, thick cock. I immediately got to my knees and started sucking. He had a really great cock – one of those ones that are really fun to suck and I got very carried away.
After a while he put me down on the bed and started sucking my cock. He was good! Soon he lifted my legs above my head and started to lick my hole and by fuck he was good at that too! I started jerking myself off as his tongue flickered around my asshole and before long he was positioning his cock ready to enter me. He pushed his beautiful cock all the way into my ass and I squirmed with the pleasure of something entering your ass for the first time. He fucked me on my back for a while, slowly but firmly as though massaging my insides with his cock before flipping me over and fucking me hard doggy-style.
It didn’t take too long for us both to cum before collapsing in an exhausted heap on the bed. It wasn’t until I was almost home that night that I realised not only did Mr Short and I not exchange numbers, I didn’t get his last name so I couldn’t even add him on Facebook! Oh well, looks like that was a complete one-off and I will never see Mr Short again!
“Hi,” he said. I was a little bit taken aback at how short he was. He wasn’t ridiculously short – he wasn’t a midget! But he was about a head shorter than me. Despite this, he was very cute and probably about the same age as me.
“Hey,” I said back. He told me his name and we chatted small-talk for a bit. He bought my drink, bought himself a drink and then we moved over to the couches where we could chat a bit better.
After speaking to Mr Short for only about ten minutes I decided that I actually really liked him. I think me being so shocked at how short he was got in the way of seeing how cute he was. Infact, he was actually hot. Now I just wanted to get my hands all over him and my dick inside him. I leaned in for a kiss and he kissed me back. Mr Short seemed to be getting taller and taller.
“Do you have a place close by?” I asked.
“Docklands,” he replied. If we took a cab it would take us about 15 minutes.
“Let’s go,” I said.
I grabbed my jacket and we left the club, promptly getting a taxi and soon we were on our way to Mr Short’s ass. Despite thinking better, we made out in the back of the taxi which probably offended our taxi driver’s religion. I was hard as a rock and just wanted to rip my dick out of my pants and shove it in his mouth. After what seemed like an endless ride, I gave the cab driver $50 not even looking at the metre and we went up to Mr Short’s apartment.
Once in his bedroom, we both undressed. Once I was fully naked I turned back around to look at Mr Short. Whatever Mr Short lacked in height, he definitely made up for in the pants. Standing there, fully erect he had a nice, long, thick cock. I immediately got to my knees and started sucking. He had a really great cock – one of those ones that are really fun to suck and I got very carried away.
After a while he put me down on the bed and started sucking my cock. He was good! Soon he lifted my legs above my head and started to lick my hole and by fuck he was good at that too! I started jerking myself off as his tongue flickered around my asshole and before long he was positioning his cock ready to enter me. He pushed his beautiful cock all the way into my ass and I squirmed with the pleasure of something entering your ass for the first time. He fucked me on my back for a while, slowly but firmly as though massaging my insides with his cock before flipping me over and fucking me hard doggy-style.
It didn’t take too long for us both to cum before collapsing in an exhausted heap on the bed. It wasn’t until I was almost home that night that I realised not only did Mr Short and I not exchange numbers, I didn’t get his last name so I couldn’t even add him on Facebook! Oh well, looks like that was a complete one-off and I will never see Mr Short again!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Mr Face Fuck
Face fucking is a concept I had hardly thought about let alone fantasized about, so it greatly intrigued me when a guy from my old school asked me to fuck his face. I had been told that I was good at blowjobs, but the art of deepthroat was something that had always eluded me and it always greatly impressed me when I was with someone that could do it with ease which is why I got quite turned on when Mr Face Fuck presented me with the opportunity of fucking his throat.
He let me know that he did actually like it very rough and the time that turned him on the most was when this guy went so crazy on his face that he was barely able to breathe. For some reason this turned me on even more. I’d never thought or fantasised about being rough or vicious with anyone but suddenly the idea completely appealed to me. So I told him to come over the next day.
After very few formalities, we got down to business. We started making out and he was feeling my cock through my pants. I was so surprised at myself at how dominant and aggressive I became – a guise which I had never taken before. I took off my top and ripped my cock out of my pants. He remained fully clothed and started to suck my cock. While he was getting me fully hard, I took off my pants. Then when I was hard, he got on to his hands and knees as if I was about to fuck him doggy, but I was at the wrong end.
I grabbed the back of his head and slowly started to push my cock further into his mouth. I felt my head at his throat and pushed harder. It was the best feeling – a self-lubricating hole. Soon my whole cock was in his mouth. Fair effort! It was a feeling like nothing I had ever experienced before. Then I slowly withdrew and pushed back in. Why had I never done this before? This was amazing!
Before long I was fucking his face as though it were an asshole. I was fucking his throat so hard – I had never been this rough with anyone before! My balls were slapping underneath his chin and it was driving me wild. After about five minutes I couldn’t hold it anymore. I shot two shots of cum down the back of his throat and then pulled out to shoot the rest in his mouth which he swallowed up.
Mr Face Fuck had cummed in his pants without me or him even touching his cock. I never even saw it. The experience was so intense and amazing that I just had to sit back on the couch speechless for about five minutes. I am definitely doing that again – and soon!
To anyone who is reading this, I STRONGLY suggest you immediately find someone who likes to get face fucked and do it! Thankyou for one of the best times ever, Mr Face Fuck!
He let me know that he did actually like it very rough and the time that turned him on the most was when this guy went so crazy on his face that he was barely able to breathe. For some reason this turned me on even more. I’d never thought or fantasised about being rough or vicious with anyone but suddenly the idea completely appealed to me. So I told him to come over the next day.
After very few formalities, we got down to business. We started making out and he was feeling my cock through my pants. I was so surprised at myself at how dominant and aggressive I became – a guise which I had never taken before. I took off my top and ripped my cock out of my pants. He remained fully clothed and started to suck my cock. While he was getting me fully hard, I took off my pants. Then when I was hard, he got on to his hands and knees as if I was about to fuck him doggy, but I was at the wrong end.
I grabbed the back of his head and slowly started to push my cock further into his mouth. I felt my head at his throat and pushed harder. It was the best feeling – a self-lubricating hole. Soon my whole cock was in his mouth. Fair effort! It was a feeling like nothing I had ever experienced before. Then I slowly withdrew and pushed back in. Why had I never done this before? This was amazing!
Before long I was fucking his face as though it were an asshole. I was fucking his throat so hard – I had never been this rough with anyone before! My balls were slapping underneath his chin and it was driving me wild. After about five minutes I couldn’t hold it anymore. I shot two shots of cum down the back of his throat and then pulled out to shoot the rest in his mouth which he swallowed up.
Mr Face Fuck had cummed in his pants without me or him even touching his cock. I never even saw it. The experience was so intense and amazing that I just had to sit back on the couch speechless for about five minutes. I am definitely doing that again – and soon!
To anyone who is reading this, I STRONGLY suggest you immediately find someone who likes to get face fucked and do it! Thankyou for one of the best times ever, Mr Face Fuck!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Mr Gigantic
I am back home in Australia for a few weeks! Very excited! The day after I got back, I texted Mr Gigantic asking if he wanted to catch up because it had been so long since I had seen him.
I’ve been friends with Mr Gigantic for a really long time. I really liked him when I was about 15 but after a few months gave up on anything actually happening. We were really good friends while I still lived in Australia, but once I moved away we kind of lost touch.
He picked me up after he’d finished work and we went for a late dinner in a restaurant we always used to go to. After a couple of hours and a few drinks, we went for a late coffee at my favourite café just up the road before it was time for Mr Gigantic to drive me back home.
Back in the carpark, I made a bold move spurred on by the alcohol and went in for a kiss. He kissed back for a few seconds before pulling away.
“I’d love to,” he said. “But I can’t do this here.”
Defeated and embarrassed I sat back and he drove me home. Then, outside my house he kissed me.
“I’d love to,” I laughed. “But I can’t do this here.”
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“No. I’m staying with my parents. I can’t.”
But then I had an idea. The next street along was very badly lit. I told him to drive there. We made out for a little while before he went down for my dick. Fuck, he was good at sucking cock and it didn’t take too long before I cummed in his mouth and he swallowed it all. Now it was his turn. I unzipped his pants and got a serious fright. The biggest cock I have ever witnessed was sitting there in front of me. Mr Gigantic was just as big as Trevor Yates. Huge. Absolutely fucking huge. What could I do with that? I grabbed it. It wasn’t even fucking fully hard yet! It was gunna get even bigger! I definitely was not expecting him to be anywhere near this big.
Although I could hardly get the monster much further in my mouth than past the head, I did what I could, and by Mr Gigantic’s moans I believe he was thoroughly enjoying it. With both hands around his cock, there was easily room for another. I really couldn’t get over how big it was. If I packed as much meat as he did, I would be showing it off at every opportunity possible! I’ve always been quite proud of my cock, never ever believing it was small – but Mr Gigantic almost made me feel a bit embarrassed!
After some serious full-body work on the mammoth cock, his moans got louder and I felt his body tense up. He cummed in my mouth – quite a lot I might add – before I opened the window and spat it out on the grass.
Mr Gigantic then drove me home. I was still in shock over how much cock Mr Gigantic had. I want to see him again, but I hope he’s a bottom because I don’t think my ass could take it. Although I must say, the challenge of conquering the enormity Mr Gigantic is something that greatly intrigues both me and my ass.
I’ve been friends with Mr Gigantic for a really long time. I really liked him when I was about 15 but after a few months gave up on anything actually happening. We were really good friends while I still lived in Australia, but once I moved away we kind of lost touch.
He picked me up after he’d finished work and we went for a late dinner in a restaurant we always used to go to. After a couple of hours and a few drinks, we went for a late coffee at my favourite café just up the road before it was time for Mr Gigantic to drive me back home.
Back in the carpark, I made a bold move spurred on by the alcohol and went in for a kiss. He kissed back for a few seconds before pulling away.
“I’d love to,” he said. “But I can’t do this here.”
Defeated and embarrassed I sat back and he drove me home. Then, outside my house he kissed me.
“I’d love to,” I laughed. “But I can’t do this here.”
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“No. I’m staying with my parents. I can’t.”
But then I had an idea. The next street along was very badly lit. I told him to drive there. We made out for a little while before he went down for my dick. Fuck, he was good at sucking cock and it didn’t take too long before I cummed in his mouth and he swallowed it all. Now it was his turn. I unzipped his pants and got a serious fright. The biggest cock I have ever witnessed was sitting there in front of me. Mr Gigantic was just as big as Trevor Yates. Huge. Absolutely fucking huge. What could I do with that? I grabbed it. It wasn’t even fucking fully hard yet! It was gunna get even bigger! I definitely was not expecting him to be anywhere near this big.
Although I could hardly get the monster much further in my mouth than past the head, I did what I could, and by Mr Gigantic’s moans I believe he was thoroughly enjoying it. With both hands around his cock, there was easily room for another. I really couldn’t get over how big it was. If I packed as much meat as he did, I would be showing it off at every opportunity possible! I’ve always been quite proud of my cock, never ever believing it was small – but Mr Gigantic almost made me feel a bit embarrassed!
After some serious full-body work on the mammoth cock, his moans got louder and I felt his body tense up. He cummed in my mouth – quite a lot I might add – before I opened the window and spat it out on the grass.
Mr Gigantic then drove me home. I was still in shock over how much cock Mr Gigantic had. I want to see him again, but I hope he’s a bottom because I don’t think my ass could take it. Although I must say, the challenge of conquering the enormity Mr Gigantic is something that greatly intrigues both me and my ass.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Mr Perfect
Mr Perfect was one of those guys that no matter what your type was, you wanted to fuck. He was one of my friends and I had a crush on him for a long time last year until I realised that he was actually incredibly boring. But if you didn’t know him, Mr Perfect could get any guy he wanted.
I’d given up on ever getting Mr Perfect into the sack a while ago until one night when he got ridiculously drunk at our friend’s birthday party and we began to make out. Was I taking advantage? I certainly wasn’t as drunk as him and he’d never been keen on me before… but then again he initiated it so I wasn’t complaining!
He was quite a good kisser but he ought to be as he’d had enough practice! I felt his cock through his pants and he was hard. I wanted to take this back to my place so we left the party.
We were making out all the way up the stairs to my apartment and by the time we go to the door it was so intense. We were both insanely hard. We started to rip each others clothes off when we got into the bedroom and soon I got to see him in all his naked glory. Mr Perfect had a nice body and an above-average-sized cock which was slightly curved upwards, although his pubes were a bit bushy for my liking.
We kept making out with our hard cocks rubbing against each other. It was so hot. Then he got to his knees and started to suck my cock. He wasn’t bad at all. He focused a bit too much on my balls which I wasn’t really into, so I figured that’s what he really liked. Then it was his turn. He lay down on the bed and I worked his cock as best I could. I guess he enjoyed it as my efforts were met with much moaning.
Then I slowly began to work my way down. First I licked and sucked his balls while jerking him off and then worked my way down to his hole where I rimmed him for a bit. He was virtually hairless so the lucky bastard obviously didn’t have to take care of anything! Then after I had got him nice and wet I started to finger him with two fingers. Fuck he was tight!
Soon I was ready to fuck him. I put a condom on and lubed up his hole. Just when I was about to slide in…
“I’m a virgin.”
What? Mr Perfect was a virgin? I suddenly felt a lot of pity for him being a 19-year-old virgin. I’d lost mine when I was 14 and couldn’t wrap my head around anybody still being a virgin – especially someone that good looking! Could I do this? I wasn’t sure I was gunna be able to fuck him knowing that I would be his first. I’m sure he wouldn’t always want to remember his first time being fucked by someone he wasn’t ever very interested in while he was drunk.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I said.
He didn’t argue. As much as I wanted to fucked Mr Perfect’s tight hole, I couldn’t take his virginity away from him. I don’t ever want to take anyone’s virginity! We sucked each other off and called it a night.
I’d given up on ever getting Mr Perfect into the sack a while ago until one night when he got ridiculously drunk at our friend’s birthday party and we began to make out. Was I taking advantage? I certainly wasn’t as drunk as him and he’d never been keen on me before… but then again he initiated it so I wasn’t complaining!
He was quite a good kisser but he ought to be as he’d had enough practice! I felt his cock through his pants and he was hard. I wanted to take this back to my place so we left the party.
We were making out all the way up the stairs to my apartment and by the time we go to the door it was so intense. We were both insanely hard. We started to rip each others clothes off when we got into the bedroom and soon I got to see him in all his naked glory. Mr Perfect had a nice body and an above-average-sized cock which was slightly curved upwards, although his pubes were a bit bushy for my liking.
We kept making out with our hard cocks rubbing against each other. It was so hot. Then he got to his knees and started to suck my cock. He wasn’t bad at all. He focused a bit too much on my balls which I wasn’t really into, so I figured that’s what he really liked. Then it was his turn. He lay down on the bed and I worked his cock as best I could. I guess he enjoyed it as my efforts were met with much moaning.
Then I slowly began to work my way down. First I licked and sucked his balls while jerking him off and then worked my way down to his hole where I rimmed him for a bit. He was virtually hairless so the lucky bastard obviously didn’t have to take care of anything! Then after I had got him nice and wet I started to finger him with two fingers. Fuck he was tight!
Soon I was ready to fuck him. I put a condom on and lubed up his hole. Just when I was about to slide in…
“I’m a virgin.”
What? Mr Perfect was a virgin? I suddenly felt a lot of pity for him being a 19-year-old virgin. I’d lost mine when I was 14 and couldn’t wrap my head around anybody still being a virgin – especially someone that good looking! Could I do this? I wasn’t sure I was gunna be able to fuck him knowing that I would be his first. I’m sure he wouldn’t always want to remember his first time being fucked by someone he wasn’t ever very interested in while he was drunk.
“I don’t think I can do this,” I said.
He didn’t argue. As much as I wanted to fucked Mr Perfect’s tight hole, I couldn’t take his virginity away from him. I don’t ever want to take anyone’s virginity! We sucked each other off and called it a night.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Mr Thirty
Last night, me and four friends went to Heaven to just have some fun. I wasn’t looking to hook up – just dance! Then Mr Thirty pushed passed us.
“He’s cute!” I said to Nicole.
“Go for it!” She said back.
But no, not tonight. I wasn’t really in the mood and I didn’t want to leave my friends. But before I knew it, Tristan had gone over to Mr Thirty and was speaking to him. It was obvious that they were speaking about me because Tristan pointed at me and Mr Thirty smiled.
Mr Thirty was blonde, had some stubble, a nice smile and was probably about 22 – 25, and soon he was on his way over to me.
“Hi,” he said. “Your friend told me that I should come over and speak to you.”
He wasn’t English.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Saxon.”
“Soren,” he said.
“Where are you from?”
“Sweden.”
Well I couldn’t say no to a Swedish guy – another conquest! We spoke small-talk for a bit, but before it got awkward, I went in for a kiss. We made-out there on the main floor for about ten minutes before we moved it to one of the booths near the bar. Soon enough we had our hands down each other’s pants and up each other’s shirts when…
“How old are you?” he asked.
“19,” I replied. “Why? How old are you?”
“19!?” He seemed shocked. “I thought you were 21.”
I was flattered. I loved people thinking I was older than I was.
“How old are you?” I asked again.
“30,” he replied. Thirty!? He did not look thirty at all! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep going now. I felt a bit awkward being with someone that old. How old was I willing to go? But then he leaned back in and I forgot all about my age issues. Obviously people get better skilled with age.
“I’m only here for one night,” he said. “You wanna come back to my hotel?”
I found my friends to tell them I was leaving with Mr Thirty. Back at his hotel, we got straight to business. No oral foreplay or anything. I got naked, he got naked, and he fucked me. Then I fucked him, he fucked me again and we cummed on each other’s faces.
The lights were off the whole time so I didn’t see much, but I knew it was fabulous! I think I’ll make it a habit to fuck thirty-year-old Swedish men! Everything obviously only gets better with age!
“He’s cute!” I said to Nicole.
“Go for it!” She said back.
But no, not tonight. I wasn’t really in the mood and I didn’t want to leave my friends. But before I knew it, Tristan had gone over to Mr Thirty and was speaking to him. It was obvious that they were speaking about me because Tristan pointed at me and Mr Thirty smiled.
Mr Thirty was blonde, had some stubble, a nice smile and was probably about 22 – 25, and soon he was on his way over to me.
“Hi,” he said. “Your friend told me that I should come over and speak to you.”
He wasn’t English.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Saxon.”
“Soren,” he said.
“Where are you from?”
“Sweden.”
Well I couldn’t say no to a Swedish guy – another conquest! We spoke small-talk for a bit, but before it got awkward, I went in for a kiss. We made-out there on the main floor for about ten minutes before we moved it to one of the booths near the bar. Soon enough we had our hands down each other’s pants and up each other’s shirts when…
“How old are you?” he asked.
“19,” I replied. “Why? How old are you?”
“19!?” He seemed shocked. “I thought you were 21.”
I was flattered. I loved people thinking I was older than I was.
“How old are you?” I asked again.
“30,” he replied. Thirty!? He did not look thirty at all! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep going now. I felt a bit awkward being with someone that old. How old was I willing to go? But then he leaned back in and I forgot all about my age issues. Obviously people get better skilled with age.
“I’m only here for one night,” he said. “You wanna come back to my hotel?”
I found my friends to tell them I was leaving with Mr Thirty. Back at his hotel, we got straight to business. No oral foreplay or anything. I got naked, he got naked, and he fucked me. Then I fucked him, he fucked me again and we cummed on each other’s faces.
The lights were off the whole time so I didn’t see much, but I knew it was fabulous! I think I’ll make it a habit to fuck thirty-year-old Swedish men! Everything obviously only gets better with age!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Mr No
I had a crush on Mr No since high school. He was three years above me, we were good friends and although I knew he was bi, we’d never fucked and I hadn’t really ever tried. He was fairly cute, but not hot, but had a seriously ripped body. Definitely fuckable. When he finished school we kept in touch for a while, but slowly lost touch.
I’m sure you can imagine my excitement when I heard from him saying that he would be travelling to London for a few days and wondered whether he could stay at my flat. Of course he could… sex!
To be sure I knew what I was getting in for I began to speak to him more over Facebook and began to get very flirty. Soon our conversation come down to the logistics of the eventual fucking.
“You a top or bottom?” I asked. This was a bit stupid as most bi guys were tops.
“I don’t do anal sex,” he replied.
“You don’t do anal sex?”
“No.”
I was stunned. You don’t do sex? So… what? Blowjobs is enough? The concept had never entered my head before. How could you not want to fuck someone? I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what he’d just said.
So finally Mr No came and stayed at my flat. We went out for a catch-up dinner, had a few drinks, came back to the flat and had a few more drinks. Soon it was time for bed. I had a guest bedroom with a double bed but he seemed to just get into my double bed without any question. We lay there and talked for a while before I, in my slightly drunken state, made a bold move and grabbed his dick.
“No,” he said and laughed.
I was pissed off. We’d flirted majorly. I knew he didn’t want to fuck me or get fucked… but nothing!?
“Fuck you,” he said and laughed.
Then I realised by grabbing his dick I’d given him a hard on. I the laughed and grabbed his dick through his shorts. I then tried to kiss him.
“No,” he said. “Sorry I don’t kiss.”
What was with this guy!? No ass-entry? No kissing? What next!?
“Oh,” I said.
To avoid the awkward situation for much longer, I ripped off the covers and went straight down for his cock. He had an average-sized cock and I started to suck. I had only been sucking for what could have been at the very MOST a minute and a half when, without warning he put both hands and the back of my head and forced me to stay exactly where I was as he shot his load into my mouth. Making the situation only worse, he held my head there forcing me to swallow his cum.
“Thanks for that,” he said. “That was great.”
No “It’s your turn” or anything. Then he rolled over and went to sleep. I was completely flawed. What was that? Is it sexually acceptable to be that selfish? Should we just take what we want and then get out?
I’m sure you can imagine my excitement when I heard from him saying that he would be travelling to London for a few days and wondered whether he could stay at my flat. Of course he could… sex!
To be sure I knew what I was getting in for I began to speak to him more over Facebook and began to get very flirty. Soon our conversation come down to the logistics of the eventual fucking.
“You a top or bottom?” I asked. This was a bit stupid as most bi guys were tops.
“I don’t do anal sex,” he replied.
“You don’t do anal sex?”
“No.”
I was stunned. You don’t do sex? So… what? Blowjobs is enough? The concept had never entered my head before. How could you not want to fuck someone? I couldn’t quite wrap my head around what he’d just said.
So finally Mr No came and stayed at my flat. We went out for a catch-up dinner, had a few drinks, came back to the flat and had a few more drinks. Soon it was time for bed. I had a guest bedroom with a double bed but he seemed to just get into my double bed without any question. We lay there and talked for a while before I, in my slightly drunken state, made a bold move and grabbed his dick.
“No,” he said and laughed.
I was pissed off. We’d flirted majorly. I knew he didn’t want to fuck me or get fucked… but nothing!?
“Fuck you,” he said and laughed.
Then I realised by grabbing his dick I’d given him a hard on. I the laughed and grabbed his dick through his shorts. I then tried to kiss him.
“No,” he said. “Sorry I don’t kiss.”
What was with this guy!? No ass-entry? No kissing? What next!?
“Oh,” I said.
To avoid the awkward situation for much longer, I ripped off the covers and went straight down for his cock. He had an average-sized cock and I started to suck. I had only been sucking for what could have been at the very MOST a minute and a half when, without warning he put both hands and the back of my head and forced me to stay exactly where I was as he shot his load into my mouth. Making the situation only worse, he held my head there forcing me to swallow his cum.
“Thanks for that,” he said. “That was great.”
No “It’s your turn” or anything. Then he rolled over and went to sleep. I was completely flawed. What was that? Is it sexually acceptable to be that selfish? Should we just take what we want and then get out?
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Mr Model
Mr Model had done some small time modelling work for a few different things. He was definitely good looking (in the model way) and had an absolutely amazing body but I don’t think he’ll go very far in the modelling world because he's a bit on the short side.
I’ve known Mr Model through a friend for a quite a long time but always felt that he was somewhat superior to me. I don’t know what it was about him but I definitely felt that he was out of my league. Didn’t stop me trying though.
Sometimes I would introduce an innuendo into our conversations, or drop a flirtatious remark, but they were never reciprocated. It wasn’t until about three weeks ago that he started flirting back. I don’t know what had changed and I almost thought to myself that maybe he was just making fun of me until he asked me out for a coffee.
After a rushed coffee, I quickly invited him back upstairs to my apartment where, after a very short conversation, we began to make out. Mr Model may have been good looking with an awesome body, but his kissing skills left a lot to be desired.
Usually I loved long make-out sessions but I wanted to hurry things from the living room to the bedroom to see what else he had to offer. After a little bit more making out, I pulled out my semi-hard dick and he went to work. Again, I was underwhelmed by his skills. He managed to get my fully hard, but I think it was just the sight of his pretty face bobbing up and down on my dick. Were people this good-looking always this unskilled because they didn’t need to be? Is good looking enough to cut it?
Now, fearing that the whole thing would be boring, I wanted to hurry things along even more. I pulled off his shirt and admired his amazing body. Then, he stood up and took off his pants. Holy fuck. His cock was already completely hard and it was huge. It was a fucking amazing sight. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was. It was definitely the biggest I’d ever seen in real life. Things were suddenly looking up.
I got to work on his mammoth cock. Let me tell you it was fucking difficult! But soon enough was enough and I wanted Mr Model’s monster deep inside me. It took a couple of minutes and a few tries to get in, but once it was in the bliss started. Mr Model slammed himself hard into me for what had to be at least half an hour, firstly doggy-style and then with me on my back. We both cummed at the same time – with him inside me. He was wearing a condom of course!
I’ve known Mr Model through a friend for a quite a long time but always felt that he was somewhat superior to me. I don’t know what it was about him but I definitely felt that he was out of my league. Didn’t stop me trying though.
Sometimes I would introduce an innuendo into our conversations, or drop a flirtatious remark, but they were never reciprocated. It wasn’t until about three weeks ago that he started flirting back. I don’t know what had changed and I almost thought to myself that maybe he was just making fun of me until he asked me out for a coffee.
After a rushed coffee, I quickly invited him back upstairs to my apartment where, after a very short conversation, we began to make out. Mr Model may have been good looking with an awesome body, but his kissing skills left a lot to be desired.
Usually I loved long make-out sessions but I wanted to hurry things from the living room to the bedroom to see what else he had to offer. After a little bit more making out, I pulled out my semi-hard dick and he went to work. Again, I was underwhelmed by his skills. He managed to get my fully hard, but I think it was just the sight of his pretty face bobbing up and down on my dick. Were people this good-looking always this unskilled because they didn’t need to be? Is good looking enough to cut it?
Now, fearing that the whole thing would be boring, I wanted to hurry things along even more. I pulled off his shirt and admired his amazing body. Then, he stood up and took off his pants. Holy fuck. His cock was already completely hard and it was huge. It was a fucking amazing sight. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was. It was definitely the biggest I’d ever seen in real life. Things were suddenly looking up.
I got to work on his mammoth cock. Let me tell you it was fucking difficult! But soon enough was enough and I wanted Mr Model’s monster deep inside me. It took a couple of minutes and a few tries to get in, but once it was in the bliss started. Mr Model slammed himself hard into me for what had to be at least half an hour, firstly doggy-style and then with me on my back. We both cummed at the same time – with him inside me. He was wearing a condom of course!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Mr Boyfriend
Is it wrong to fuck someone when you know they have a boyfriend? Does it make it worse if you know who his boyfriend is? I don’t really know the boyfriend – we’re not friends. I just know who he is through the grapevine. Well I did it anyway.
I met Mr Boyfriend at a club a few months back. He was incredibly hot. Modelesque-looks, probably about 17, I was ready to fuck him there and then. The only problem was that about an hour after meeting him I found out he had a boyfriend. A fucking ugly one at that. How could someone this good looking be going out with such an ugly guy?
Anyway, within the next few days I had added him on Facebook and we became fairly friendly over the next few weeks. Then things started to get flirty. Very subtle at first, and I even brushed them off thinking to myself, “he’s not flirting, he has a boyfriend.” That was until one of our subtle flirting sessions turned into a full-on cybersex session and he was proclaiming that he wanted “your big cock up my ass.”
He’d said after this “session” that he felt guilty about what we’d done, but I made him feel better saying that he was just jerking off to his computer and would he feel guilty jerking off to porn? I didn’t feel guilty at all.
And yesterday, I fucked him. He was such an amazing fuck. A great kiss, awesome at blowjobs and his smooth, hairless ass took my cock like a pro in as many positions as we could fit in. He cummed while I was fucking him and I blew my load all over his face.
Afterwards, he said he’d never been fucked like that, but he felt guilty. Should I feel guilty? I fucked a taken boy… I sure wouldn’t like it if someone fucked my boyfriend! We have scheduled another fuck date for a weeks time.
I met Mr Boyfriend at a club a few months back. He was incredibly hot. Modelesque-looks, probably about 17, I was ready to fuck him there and then. The only problem was that about an hour after meeting him I found out he had a boyfriend. A fucking ugly one at that. How could someone this good looking be going out with such an ugly guy?
Anyway, within the next few days I had added him on Facebook and we became fairly friendly over the next few weeks. Then things started to get flirty. Very subtle at first, and I even brushed them off thinking to myself, “he’s not flirting, he has a boyfriend.” That was until one of our subtle flirting sessions turned into a full-on cybersex session and he was proclaiming that he wanted “your big cock up my ass.”
He’d said after this “session” that he felt guilty about what we’d done, but I made him feel better saying that he was just jerking off to his computer and would he feel guilty jerking off to porn? I didn’t feel guilty at all.
And yesterday, I fucked him. He was such an amazing fuck. A great kiss, awesome at blowjobs and his smooth, hairless ass took my cock like a pro in as many positions as we could fit in. He cummed while I was fucking him and I blew my load all over his face.
Afterwards, he said he’d never been fucked like that, but he felt guilty. Should I feel guilty? I fucked a taken boy… I sure wouldn’t like it if someone fucked my boyfriend! We have scheduled another fuck date for a weeks time.
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