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Hook-Up Motel
“I love to kiss,” he texted back after I asked how he liked to fuck. “I love to just be naked and grind on another hot naked body. I love to suck on big clits.” We’d met through craigslist, emailed, exchanged pics, and liked what we both saw. The texting started soon after. It was a week day morning and I was horny as fuck. Luckily I had a few hours before I had to be at work and he had a car. He picked me up a few blocks from my house. I was taken aback when I first laid eyes on him. He actually looked like his picture. More attractive even. (Usually there’s some discrepancy between the picture and reality. Often times reality doesn’t quite measure up to the picture.) I started feeling like a lookist fuck for staring at the poor guy, but I couldn’t help it. He was just such a beautiful black man and he had these captivating brown eyes. Broad shoulders and chest. Some of my favorite parts of a guy’s body.
He drove us out of my ‘hood and onto the nearest highway. I asked if he had any trans people in his life.
“My best friend is a trans man. She…I mean, he came to me one day and was like ‘I’m a dude. I’m gonna take hormones.’ ”
He shared how he witnessed his friend’s transition over the years and saw the emotional turmoil brought on by family rejection. Then he talked about how one night they both got drunk and fucked silly.
“I was surprised at how much I got into it, but I didn’t trip because I’ve never been one of those dudes to trip over being attracted to men. Every once in a while I see a dude and think ‘damn he’s fine’ and that’s just the way it is.”
I found it hard to believe that he’d never had some moment in his life when he struggled with the reality of this desires. “Well I guess because my mom went with women and I grew up seeing this as normal, so it never occurred to me to feel weird about who I’m attracted to.” I marveled at this. Imagine growing up with openly queer parents. How different would my life be if this were my background?
We drove into the motel parking lot and I realized I’d never done this before. As long as I’ve been fucking around I’d never hooked up in a motel before. How could this be? Well, this was going to be an adventure. At the check-in table I noticed that he paid without even asking for the price. Interesting. But far be it from me to judge. The room was so mundane that I couldn’t really tell you what it looked like, though I remember how soft and big the bed was. We stood in front of each other awkwardly for a moment or two. I could tell he was a bit nervous. I started to feel kinda shy. Maybe it was because we were about to fuck in a motel. I was getting really turned on by the reality of us being there for that reason. I turned on the flat screen in the hopes of finding a music station. The first thing that popped up was…porn. Not NBC or HBO or MTV. Just porn. I changed the channel and there was yet more porn. In this one, a long black shlong disappeared, almost fully, into a blond white woman’s mouth. Homeboy and I looked at each other and laughed at the pure honesty of it. This is a hook-up motel. Why pretend to be otherwise?
Inspired by the porn, we got right to it. We kissed and it was wet and sloppy, with lips and tongues going in every which way. Sucking on each other’s lips, tongues making contact, entangling and breaking free. Repeating the cycle over and over. He took his shirt off and I got to feel his soft warm skin. Mine came off next. I unbuckled his belt and slipped my hands through the front of his pants into his briefs. I gently stroked his dick which felt so smooth and hard, head slightly wet from pre-cum. His mouth was still latched onto in mine. Tongue seeking and locating mine. Finally I got his pants and briefs off and couldn’t help rubbing my hands on all over his round firm ass. He had a really nice round ass. I groped, squeezed and grabbed handfuls of that shit and ground on his dick. After a a few minutes of serious vertical dry humping, he pushed me onto the bed and pulled my pants off in one fluid motion. When he got on top, I wrapped my legs around his hips. His face dipped to my neck and started licking me, sucking on my ear lobes. I bit and sucked on his neck and shoulder. One of his hands crept down my stomach to my pussy where he began jerking my cock. I caressed his hot ass some more and played with his ass hole, dipping a finger in and out. I felt his dick grow even more rigid and leak more pre-cum on my thigh. I love that shit. He grabbed it and rubbed it on my hard clit. “That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen…” he muttered, looking down between our bodies at our dicks touching and rubbing.
Sliding down to my pussy, he sucked my dick loudly, causing me to grow hornier and harder. He pulled away suddenly, grabbing and slapping on a magnum. I turned over because I wanted doggy. I wanted him to ram into me hard and fast. Instead I felt his hot breath on my ass and his warm wet tongue encircling my asshole. He licked me for a while and for the first time I actually allowed myself to relax and enjoy it. Usually I’m a prude when it comes to certain types of ass play, ass eating being one of them. But this time it was driving me wild. His thumb replaced his tongue while his dick firmly pushed into my pussy. Oh my god. It felt so unbelievably good. It wasn’t like he was that big, but he was just the perfect size for me. He fucked me slowly for a while, withdrawing completely then slowly plunging back in. It was the most delicious feeling. He kept tightening his grip on my ass, plunging deeper with each thrust and moaning “shit” and “fuck” in response. With his thumb he started fucking my ass while still fucking my pussy. It was such a hot combination of fullness, friction and wetness. His finger buried deep in my ass and his dick doing the slow-n’-deep-thrustin thing. I about lost my mind. We were being very loud too. Moaning and grunting loudly, blending sounds with the porn and creating this raunchy as hell soundtrack. I’m always more turned on by a guy who is vocal. A guy who can’t help but make strange, funny sounds when he’s feeling good.
“Fuck I’m about to cum.” Then “I wanna cum on your ass and back,” he said with some effort. And I wanted that too. I wanted to feel his hot cum splashing on me. I started matching his thrusts, making him speed up because this slow and deep shit was like torture.
“Ohh fu..” He withdrew quickly, slipped off the condom and it felt like hot wax was being splashed all over my back and ass. I have a serious cum fetish. I love watching guys shoot cum on my body – stomach, chest, back, all over. The more cum the better. And this guy had cum for days.
We chatted a little after cleaning up, but we got horny again and fucked some more. This time he pinned my legs over my head and pounded the hell out of my pussy, whispering “I could do this shit all day,” somewhere near my ear. I wrapped my hands around his neck and brought him closer to me, skin rubbing on skin, our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. My hands drifted down to his round ass and I grabbed, pushing him deeper. He shifted and hit this spot deep within me and that did it for me. I came loudly. It felt so good to be loud and not have to worry about neighbors. After all we weren’t the only ones fucking up in here. People were holed up in rooms all over this dingy-ass place doing the deed. Licking, sucking, fucking, fingering, etc. Doing all manners of things to each others’ bodies and it kinda felt good to be in solidarity with them. We laid there, him on top of me, panting, recovering from the quick intense fuck that had just taken place.
After he dropped me off at the station later that, I boarded the train feeling freshly fucked and all kinds of happy. That’s when it hit me: oh shit, what the fuck was his name?
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Remote Control
I went out of my way to see this dude. It wasn't as far as I thought, but still a good bit of distance. I only go that far for very special reasons and he'd presented a number of them. He met me a few blocks from his crib, walking his dog, which looked more wolf. It scared the crap out of me at first, seeing this giant part-wolf/part-dog lumber towards me, pulling this cocoa-colored dude. "I'm Stan." He stuck his hand out and tried to give me daps but, folks, I suck at giving daps. I never know know which way to go. Daps differ from region to region, you see. After we got past the daps mishap, he introduced me to his dog...whose name I forgot 3 seconds later. We walked (well I walked and he kind of sauntered which was hot to watch) to a nearby park so the oversized pooch could pee and poop. Stan and I leaned against a sad looking rail and talked. The park had the hallmarks of your typical dilapidated-park-smack-down-in-the-middle-of-the-'hood: barely standing swing set, deep cracks in the pavement, irregularly shaped patches of grass, the works.
He was recently out of jail and trying to adjust to life on the outside. His PO was constantly on his jock though - we'd rescheduled a few times because of PO appointments. He'd fucked men while he'd been locked up and emerged from prison with a complicated sexuality and a broader idea of gender.
"I don't like to see myself as gay or straight or anything even. Yeah, I like dicks. Yeah, so what? I can't get into dudes and I don't like masculine types."
As an afterthought he added, "I like fucking FTMs though; that shit is hot," then laughed, looking at me and I chose to believe it was a "I wanna eat you up" look.
"If you're not into masculine types, how's this gonna work?" I did a Vanna White gesture at my body.
He looked me over and smiled, "see that's the thing. To me you don't look masculine. Yeah, you look like a dude but masculine? It's all relative. I mean look at me!" And I did look at him. This mutha was built. I'll admit that's one of the reasons I was fascinated with him. Bearish and broad, wide-as-hell shoulders, footballers stature, and my favorite accessory on a dude: a black fit-it. His was cocked to the left. Sexy? Hell yeah. But being big and black and masculine strikes fear in the heart of many. I thought about how different our experiences were given our very different body types: his big hulking figure versus my small compact build. For the umpteenth time I wondered how he ended up in jail. I didn't ask because it's none of my damn business.
He yelled at his dog who was becoming very interested in a pile of poop made by another dog. I laughed then, not just because of the dog eating poop thing, but because of the juxtaposition of that image with the sexuality conversation we were in the middle of, the ridiculously unkempt appearance of the park we were hanging out in, and the reason that propelled me outta my apartment in my first place. All of that just seemed so, for lack of a better word, absurd. Sometimes life just trips me out like that...
As we walked back to his apartment, I remembered the picture he'd sent me of his dick. In the picture, his erect cock was going toe to toe with a big remote control. They were the same size. Imagine the remote control to end all remote controls. The type of remote that you can use to turn your tv on if you were in a high speed jet plane flying 30,000 feet over your house. And that's one of the core reasons I decided to go out of my fucking way to see him.
Back in his tiny box of a room he told me to get comfortable on his tiny bed. I wondered how we were both going to fit. Then he stripped down to an A shirt and boxers, an image that quickly brought me back to the here and now. I stared and probably had this lewd expression on my face. His hairy legs, with the strongest looking calves I'd ever seen, where so fucking hot to behold. I imagined them in between mine. He caught me staring and grinned. For some reason I became embarrassed...what the fuck. He put on a movie and got in bed, which creaked in protest and I wondered again if we'd both fit, but he pulled me into his arms and made me snuggle really really close. My ass was right up against his crotch. His dick was hard as a rock already and it jutted through his boxers, straight into the ass of my pants. I pretended to be engrossed in the flick (which I could tell you neither the title nor who the fuck was in it) and pretending was quite a feat considering this dude's hard dick was just poking into my ass. It was the hardest thing in the world not gyrating or reaching behind me to grab hold of it, but, for the moment, I chose to just savor the delicious torture of waiting. Eventually his hands started caressing my shoulders and slipped underneath my shirt sleeve, making its way to my chest, fingers slowly encircling a nipple, squeezing it between finger tips. I rubbed my ass on his crotch in response. He leaned over and sucked on my ear lobe, tonguing my ear, and his breath tickled. God I was getting really hard.
"Take your clothes off." Even though he whispered into my eat, it was an order loud and clear. I got up and complied. Back in his bed, he held me tight and licked my neck, tongue trailing down my chest and encircling my nipples. He bit down gently then hard and I squirmed, but he held me tighter and licked and bit. He pushed my legs apart roughly and sucked his way down my stomach, till his head was between my legs. "Mmm...your clit..." He trailed off as he sucked all of me into his warm wet mouth. I moaned loudly." Shh...my moms asleep. " Yeah, he lived with his mom...
He sucked me off good, my legs spread wide, his giant hands cradling my ass gently and lifting me up to his face and mouth. After a while, he got up and moved to my head, dick poised on my lips. I opened and he slipped in. "Mmm..." He looked me in the eye and gently placed one hand on my face when his cock slid deeper. I started jerking my cock, because I was so turned on by what we were doing and the way were doing it. "Suck that dick good, boy" and "mmm...yes. Like that," when his dick reached the entrance to my throat. But there's no way I could deepthroat this one. He was muthafuckin big and I was barely able to fit him in my mouth.
A little bit later he pulled out of my mouth and laid on his back, gesturing me to get on top of him. This was one of those times when it was hard to think about fucking with a condom. Seeing his raw dick, sticking straight up like that. I just wanted to sit on it, feel the bareness of it and look down at the ecstatic expression on his face. I wanted to ride that shit, get it wet from my pussy and feel it buried deep in me, but I reached in my bag for my magnums.
He guided his dick into me one I climbed on top. He squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed me further down on his dick. I put my hands on his broad chest for support. It was definitely his show, gliding me up and down his dick, controlling the rhythm, the depth and the motion. I just let go and let him lead. When he started fucking me faster, I could no longer stifle the moans and his poor, poor mama.
He flipped me on my back, restraining my hands over my head and fucked me slowly, mouth by my ear, whispering the dirtiest sexiest shit ("Mmm...you jus' squeezin my dick so nice"), tonguing ear and neck, staccato-like breath tickling that side of my face.
During doggy he hung onto my ass for dear life and drove his dick into me, his small bed creaking loudly. Then he placed his body on my back, froggy style, his legs opening mine wider, while his dick reached in deeper and moved faster. I was so close and, as if he knew this, he reached around to my front and grabbed my dick, whispering "you're so hard" in and sticking his hot wet tongue in my ear. That did it. I came and this warm tingling sensation just radiated through me. I could feel my pussy walls contracting around his dick. Right then he let out some deep guttural moan and fucked me uncontrollably as his orgasm hit.
All through the train ride back home, I had this dopey, blissed out smile plastered on my face. That was one for the books!
He was recently out of jail and trying to adjust to life on the outside. His PO was constantly on his jock though - we'd rescheduled a few times because of PO appointments. He'd fucked men while he'd been locked up and emerged from prison with a complicated sexuality and a broader idea of gender.
"I don't like to see myself as gay or straight or anything even. Yeah, I like dicks. Yeah, so what? I can't get into dudes and I don't like masculine types."
As an afterthought he added, "I like fucking FTMs though; that shit is hot," then laughed, looking at me and I chose to believe it was a "I wanna eat you up" look.
"If you're not into masculine types, how's this gonna work?" I did a Vanna White gesture at my body.
He looked me over and smiled, "see that's the thing. To me you don't look masculine. Yeah, you look like a dude but masculine? It's all relative. I mean look at me!" And I did look at him. This mutha was built. I'll admit that's one of the reasons I was fascinated with him. Bearish and broad, wide-as-hell shoulders, footballers stature, and my favorite accessory on a dude: a black fit-it. His was cocked to the left. Sexy? Hell yeah. But being big and black and masculine strikes fear in the heart of many. I thought about how different our experiences were given our very different body types: his big hulking figure versus my small compact build. For the umpteenth time I wondered how he ended up in jail. I didn't ask because it's none of my damn business.
He yelled at his dog who was becoming very interested in a pile of poop made by another dog. I laughed then, not just because of the dog eating poop thing, but because of the juxtaposition of that image with the sexuality conversation we were in the middle of, the ridiculously unkempt appearance of the park we were hanging out in, and the reason that propelled me outta my apartment in my first place. All of that just seemed so, for lack of a better word, absurd. Sometimes life just trips me out like that...
As we walked back to his apartment, I remembered the picture he'd sent me of his dick. In the picture, his erect cock was going toe to toe with a big remote control. They were the same size. Imagine the remote control to end all remote controls. The type of remote that you can use to turn your tv on if you were in a high speed jet plane flying 30,000 feet over your house. And that's one of the core reasons I decided to go out of my fucking way to see him.
Back in his tiny box of a room he told me to get comfortable on his tiny bed. I wondered how we were both going to fit. Then he stripped down to an A shirt and boxers, an image that quickly brought me back to the here and now. I stared and probably had this lewd expression on my face. His hairy legs, with the strongest looking calves I'd ever seen, where so fucking hot to behold. I imagined them in between mine. He caught me staring and grinned. For some reason I became embarrassed...what the fuck. He put on a movie and got in bed, which creaked in protest and I wondered again if we'd both fit, but he pulled me into his arms and made me snuggle really really close. My ass was right up against his crotch. His dick was hard as a rock already and it jutted through his boxers, straight into the ass of my pants. I pretended to be engrossed in the flick (which I could tell you neither the title nor who the fuck was in it) and pretending was quite a feat considering this dude's hard dick was just poking into my ass. It was the hardest thing in the world not gyrating or reaching behind me to grab hold of it, but, for the moment, I chose to just savor the delicious torture of waiting. Eventually his hands started caressing my shoulders and slipped underneath my shirt sleeve, making its way to my chest, fingers slowly encircling a nipple, squeezing it between finger tips. I rubbed my ass on his crotch in response. He leaned over and sucked on my ear lobe, tonguing my ear, and his breath tickled. God I was getting really hard.
"Take your clothes off." Even though he whispered into my eat, it was an order loud and clear. I got up and complied. Back in his bed, he held me tight and licked my neck, tongue trailing down my chest and encircling my nipples. He bit down gently then hard and I squirmed, but he held me tighter and licked and bit. He pushed my legs apart roughly and sucked his way down my stomach, till his head was between my legs. "Mmm...your clit..." He trailed off as he sucked all of me into his warm wet mouth. I moaned loudly." Shh...my moms asleep. " Yeah, he lived with his mom...
He sucked me off good, my legs spread wide, his giant hands cradling my ass gently and lifting me up to his face and mouth. After a while, he got up and moved to my head, dick poised on my lips. I opened and he slipped in. "Mmm..." He looked me in the eye and gently placed one hand on my face when his cock slid deeper. I started jerking my cock, because I was so turned on by what we were doing and the way were doing it. "Suck that dick good, boy" and "mmm...yes. Like that," when his dick reached the entrance to my throat. But there's no way I could deepthroat this one. He was muthafuckin big and I was barely able to fit him in my mouth.
A little bit later he pulled out of my mouth and laid on his back, gesturing me to get on top of him. This was one of those times when it was hard to think about fucking with a condom. Seeing his raw dick, sticking straight up like that. I just wanted to sit on it, feel the bareness of it and look down at the ecstatic expression on his face. I wanted to ride that shit, get it wet from my pussy and feel it buried deep in me, but I reached in my bag for my magnums.
He guided his dick into me one I climbed on top. He squeezed my ass cheeks and pushed me further down on his dick. I put my hands on his broad chest for support. It was definitely his show, gliding me up and down his dick, controlling the rhythm, the depth and the motion. I just let go and let him lead. When he started fucking me faster, I could no longer stifle the moans and his poor, poor mama.
He flipped me on my back, restraining my hands over my head and fucked me slowly, mouth by my ear, whispering the dirtiest sexiest shit ("Mmm...you jus' squeezin my dick so nice"), tonguing ear and neck, staccato-like breath tickling that side of my face.
During doggy he hung onto my ass for dear life and drove his dick into me, his small bed creaking loudly. Then he placed his body on my back, froggy style, his legs opening mine wider, while his dick reached in deeper and moved faster. I was so close and, as if he knew this, he reached around to my front and grabbed my dick, whispering "you're so hard" in and sticking his hot wet tongue in my ear. That did it. I came and this warm tingling sensation just radiated through me. I could feel my pussy walls contracting around his dick. Right then he let out some deep guttural moan and fucked me uncontrollably as his orgasm hit.
All through the train ride back home, I had this dopey, blissed out smile plastered on my face. That was one for the books!
Friday, June 10, 2011
ass fisting
so i have fisted my share of pussy/front holes. i luv it. luv slipping a finger in, then two, then three until my entire hand is inside the person, feeling the walls contracting around my fist. so hot.
however, i have never fisted ass before.
that is until tonite.
so this dude hit me up. attractive guy. he wanted me to fist him. i told him i had never fisted a dude before and was nervous about it. he said no worries - he would show me. cool.
i asked if he'd ever fisted a pussy before. he said never. i said cool, well yuh can fist me if you like. it will be a first for both of us.
so i've fucked my share of dudes, but i was real nervous and unsure about this. i just have never fisted an ass before. so it took me a while to actually arrange the hook up. i procrastinated for some time.
even up until i was supposed to head over i was thinking if i should bail. however, i've been feeling really bored with vanilla so i thought what the fuck, just do it.
so i get to his place. fancy, upscale, apartment. doorman. i kind of hate having to deal with a doorman, as you never know if the name someone told you is real or not, and once i had an embarrassing moment with an over diligent doorman when the name i knew the guy by and the name he knew the guy by were different. anyways, sorry not the point of this post.
i get to his door and knock. the door swings open and there is no one there. weird. i tentatively step in. he's standing behind the door. very weird. he does not look anything like his pics. way older and way less attractive - like seriously the pictures he posted must have been over two decades ago. don't get me wrong a hot daddy type is a major turn on for me, however he is not what i would consider a hot daddy. but i'm here so what the fuck lets just do this.
big fancy apartment, a bit of a goth, dark feel to it he has porn on the tube. literally the first thing he says is 'you ready to fist me'. i haven't even taken my coat off or put down my bag. not even a out of habit - hi. normally this would be a major turn on for me but i'm already nervous.
i sit on the couch he says, let me go get clean for you. cool, i wait as he heads into his bathroom. he comes out a while later. he doesn't offer so i ask for something to drink - he offers a soda - i ask if he has anything stronger, i have a feeling i'm going to need it. he pours me a drink and we head to his room.
we strip and get to it. no kissing or foreplay. i just grab a glove and lube and begin slipping my fingers into his ass. i have no idea what i'm doing. and he's not helping me out so i just say tell me if its too much. he says ok. i slip my whole fucking fist into his ass. its kind of amazing it feels very different than what i've experienced before, roomier actually, maybe i don't understand anatomy. i stroke him a bit, carefully and he tells me to pull out.
he turns me around and begins fingering my ass and my clit.
i say i want to fuck you more. he says ok. i grab more lube and begin sliding my hand into his ass until my whole fist is inside him again. i begin fucking him, this time i'm not being so careful, pumping my fist in and out, he's moaning and grinding on my fist, until he tells me to stop and pull out. he gasps as my fist leaves his hole.
then i say yuh wanna do me. he says sure. grabs a glove and slips two fingers in my pussy, then three, then four, he trys to fist me but i can't take it, his hands too big. he finger fucks me for a while until i'm sore and ask him to stop. he asks if he can paddle my ass, normally i would have gone for it but i'm not sure i'm that into this. i say no. he says he's tired and needs to stop which is cool with me.
i go to his bathroom to clean up but his showers messed up so i clean up the best i can. i come back and we chat some about our lives, what we do, family, etc. as i finish my drink and put my clothes back on. its always interesting to me when some of the kinkier dudes have serious coat and tie straight lace jobs.
then i thank him and head out the door my ass and cunt still slick
however, i have never fisted ass before.
that is until tonite.
so this dude hit me up. attractive guy. he wanted me to fist him. i told him i had never fisted a dude before and was nervous about it. he said no worries - he would show me. cool.
i asked if he'd ever fisted a pussy before. he said never. i said cool, well yuh can fist me if you like. it will be a first for both of us.
so i've fucked my share of dudes, but i was real nervous and unsure about this. i just have never fisted an ass before. so it took me a while to actually arrange the hook up. i procrastinated for some time.
even up until i was supposed to head over i was thinking if i should bail. however, i've been feeling really bored with vanilla so i thought what the fuck, just do it.
so i get to his place. fancy, upscale, apartment. doorman. i kind of hate having to deal with a doorman, as you never know if the name someone told you is real or not, and once i had an embarrassing moment with an over diligent doorman when the name i knew the guy by and the name he knew the guy by were different. anyways, sorry not the point of this post.
i get to his door and knock. the door swings open and there is no one there. weird. i tentatively step in. he's standing behind the door. very weird. he does not look anything like his pics. way older and way less attractive - like seriously the pictures he posted must have been over two decades ago. don't get me wrong a hot daddy type is a major turn on for me, however he is not what i would consider a hot daddy. but i'm here so what the fuck lets just do this.
big fancy apartment, a bit of a goth, dark feel to it he has porn on the tube. literally the first thing he says is 'you ready to fist me'. i haven't even taken my coat off or put down my bag. not even a out of habit - hi. normally this would be a major turn on for me but i'm already nervous.
i sit on the couch he says, let me go get clean for you. cool, i wait as he heads into his bathroom. he comes out a while later. he doesn't offer so i ask for something to drink - he offers a soda - i ask if he has anything stronger, i have a feeling i'm going to need it. he pours me a drink and we head to his room.
we strip and get to it. no kissing or foreplay. i just grab a glove and lube and begin slipping my fingers into his ass. i have no idea what i'm doing. and he's not helping me out so i just say tell me if its too much. he says ok. i slip my whole fucking fist into his ass. its kind of amazing it feels very different than what i've experienced before, roomier actually, maybe i don't understand anatomy. i stroke him a bit, carefully and he tells me to pull out.
he turns me around and begins fingering my ass and my clit.
i say i want to fuck you more. he says ok. i grab more lube and begin sliding my hand into his ass until my whole fist is inside him again. i begin fucking him, this time i'm not being so careful, pumping my fist in and out, he's moaning and grinding on my fist, until he tells me to stop and pull out. he gasps as my fist leaves his hole.
then i say yuh wanna do me. he says sure. grabs a glove and slips two fingers in my pussy, then three, then four, he trys to fist me but i can't take it, his hands too big. he finger fucks me for a while until i'm sore and ask him to stop. he asks if he can paddle my ass, normally i would have gone for it but i'm not sure i'm that into this. i say no. he says he's tired and needs to stop which is cool with me.
i go to his bathroom to clean up but his showers messed up so i clean up the best i can. i come back and we chat some about our lives, what we do, family, etc. as i finish my drink and put my clothes back on. its always interesting to me when some of the kinkier dudes have serious coat and tie straight lace jobs.
then i thank him and head out the door my ass and cunt still slick
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Rough and Deep
He was so taciturn and surly when he came over, like I'd done him wrong or something. At least 6 feet tall if not 6'6". I almost strained my neck looking up at him. Longish hair that he knotted together at the base of his neck. Fit-it with a brim obscuring the top half of his face, which had beautfully arranged features when i finally got a full peek at it. We probably said 5 sentences to each other. One of them being "i like to fuck". At least we had that in common.
Back in my room I sat on the bed and he stood before me, dick drawn, ready and aimed at my mouth. It quickly went from half to full mast once my tongue hit the head. I sucked all 9.5 inches of him for a short bit. It was an uninspired blow job because i was still disconcerted by the weird vibe between us. From the soft sounds he was making i could tell the blow job was doing a lot for him. But it wasn't doing much for me so I threw a condom at him and unceremoniously announced "lets fuck". He motioned for me to flip over. That was the thing about him - his authoritativeness. It was the 1st thing I noticed when he walked through my front door, this "I own shit. I make shit happen" vibe about him. It was a turn on and turn off at the same time. It's what stood in the way of our conversation and was the other muthafucka in the room that I was doing my damnest to ignore. At the same, that air of entitlement around him was one of his most alluring qualities. Quite a dilemma.
So I flipped over into doggy and worried about how he was going to fit. From the first plunge the authoritative vibe, that "chip on the shoulder" persona that was both distracting and captivating, took over and I gave myself over to whatever the fuck it wanted to do. His dick was big and thick and it fit so snuggly within me that I had to fight an orgasmic fit within 5 seconds of our fucking. I don't even know how to begin describing the next 30 mins of straight-up animalistic humping and the intense pleasure of it. It was the kind of fucking that two strangers have when there's nothing to lose, low-stakes, wild abandon, and all that. He fucked me deeply grabbing and kneading my ass cheeks. Pulling all the way out and plunging in fully. Fast, slow, soft, hard. He was like one of those blending devices with a thousand and one speed settings.
And he was a quiet fucker too. All that exertion, yet he still managed to not utter a peep. At one point I turned around and watched his face. Whatever he wasn't expressing verbally was splashed all over his face; teeth bared and gnashed together, eyes squashed close. The sight of it made me hornier and wetter and he slipped in deeper. He sighed then and quickened his rhythm. God it felt deliciously good. I moved my ass, met his thrusts and he groaned, his first sound since we started fucking. He grabbed onto my ass, dipped me lower so my ass stuck out more then fucked me with long strokes. I could tell he was close because he was kneading the hell out of my ass cheeks; he was fucking me so fast and so deep. Suddenly he pushed into me hard and grunted as if in pain, then I felt his dick throbbing deep inside me. Those little movements brought on my orgasm and I grabbed and squeeze the bedsheets like crazy as this intense spasm took over my entire body.
I've jerked off many many times remembering and fantasizing about this dude and the way he wielded that dick, those deep strokes, the friction caused by his smooth dick just sliding in and out of me. Yeah, he was one surly and arrogant fucker, but in my fantasies, he's ordering me to contort my body into new and complicated positions he can fuck the shit outta me in.
Back in my room I sat on the bed and he stood before me, dick drawn, ready and aimed at my mouth. It quickly went from half to full mast once my tongue hit the head. I sucked all 9.5 inches of him for a short bit. It was an uninspired blow job because i was still disconcerted by the weird vibe between us. From the soft sounds he was making i could tell the blow job was doing a lot for him. But it wasn't doing much for me so I threw a condom at him and unceremoniously announced "lets fuck". He motioned for me to flip over. That was the thing about him - his authoritativeness. It was the 1st thing I noticed when he walked through my front door, this "I own shit. I make shit happen" vibe about him. It was a turn on and turn off at the same time. It's what stood in the way of our conversation and was the other muthafucka in the room that I was doing my damnest to ignore. At the same, that air of entitlement around him was one of his most alluring qualities. Quite a dilemma.
So I flipped over into doggy and worried about how he was going to fit. From the first plunge the authoritative vibe, that "chip on the shoulder" persona that was both distracting and captivating, took over and I gave myself over to whatever the fuck it wanted to do. His dick was big and thick and it fit so snuggly within me that I had to fight an orgasmic fit within 5 seconds of our fucking. I don't even know how to begin describing the next 30 mins of straight-up animalistic humping and the intense pleasure of it. It was the kind of fucking that two strangers have when there's nothing to lose, low-stakes, wild abandon, and all that. He fucked me deeply grabbing and kneading my ass cheeks. Pulling all the way out and plunging in fully. Fast, slow, soft, hard. He was like one of those blending devices with a thousand and one speed settings.
And he was a quiet fucker too. All that exertion, yet he still managed to not utter a peep. At one point I turned around and watched his face. Whatever he wasn't expressing verbally was splashed all over his face; teeth bared and gnashed together, eyes squashed close. The sight of it made me hornier and wetter and he slipped in deeper. He sighed then and quickened his rhythm. God it felt deliciously good. I moved my ass, met his thrusts and he groaned, his first sound since we started fucking. He grabbed onto my ass, dipped me lower so my ass stuck out more then fucked me with long strokes. I could tell he was close because he was kneading the hell out of my ass cheeks; he was fucking me so fast and so deep. Suddenly he pushed into me hard and grunted as if in pain, then I felt his dick throbbing deep inside me. Those little movements brought on my orgasm and I grabbed and squeeze the bedsheets like crazy as this intense spasm took over my entire body.
I've jerked off many many times remembering and fantasizing about this dude and the way he wielded that dick, those deep strokes, the friction caused by his smooth dick just sliding in and out of me. Yeah, he was one surly and arrogant fucker, but in my fantasies, he's ordering me to contort my body into new and complicated positions he can fuck the shit outta me in.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
safety
We’ve all heard the stories about the dangers of online hook ups. People getting gay bashed, robbed, sexually assaulted or even killed. For us trans and gender queer folks the danger is even more so – someone get’s ‘surprised’ by what you have under your clothes or can’t deal with their desire for those of us who cross genders and become violent. Trans women bear the brunt of this - too many of our community are killed every year.
Knowing all of this my co blogger and I believe in being as safe as possible. We want to share some things that we do to be safer, again these are things that work for us, do whatever works for you.
This is anonymous sex… so we use that anonymous part of the equation for safety. My co blogger and I use anonymous emails (not our personal emails). My co blogger uses a version of his real name, one he does not normally use. I use my real name spelled differently than I normally do. We don’t give out our last names nor say where we work (I do make an exception for regulars who I’ve been seeing for a while and have some trust for).
screen em both of us do a good amount of email/text exchange ahead of time. some level of communication ahead of time at least for both of us gives a sense of if its an ok hook up to do or one that's better to skip. what we like to do and don't, what our limits are, safer sex requirements, etc.
love google maps. So I am a bit of a nerd but I always google map where I’m going both to figure out how to get there, but also to get a bit of the lay of the land especially if its an area I don’t know. This way if I have to make a quick exit I’m not totally clueless. I always make sure I have bus fare and when I have the cash I make sure to have just enough hidden away to grab a cab if I need to. I used to try and do new hook ups before it gets dark, I don’t stick to that anymore, but when I first started it definitely made me feel more secure.
safety buds My co blogger and I both have safety buddy’s, people that we send info about where we are going and whatever contact info we have for each new hook up. I only text my safety buddy if I’m going on a new hook up and he knows if he doesn’t hear from me after a couple of hours that he should be concerned….. To me this always feels more psychological than practical.
we always pack, our own supplies that is. So this is more on the safer sex tip, but its all connected, so I always make sure to bring my own safer sex supplies, in my experience usually the guy has his own, but its always good to be prepared.
what's in my pants, this is just me, but I always try to make sure the guy know’s what he’s getting into, I’m not interested in having someone freak out when I pull down my pants or take off my shirt, this just feels safer to me. But particularly on this one, to each their own yuh know, I know some guys feel safer never bringing up the trans piece and negotiate sex however they need to feel safe.
So these are just a few strategies. be safe : )
Also if there are things you do to keep safe please share
Knowing all of this my co blogger and I believe in being as safe as possible. We want to share some things that we do to be safer, again these are things that work for us, do whatever works for you.
This is anonymous sex… so we use that anonymous part of the equation for safety. My co blogger and I use anonymous emails (not our personal emails). My co blogger uses a version of his real name, one he does not normally use. I use my real name spelled differently than I normally do. We don’t give out our last names nor say where we work (I do make an exception for regulars who I’ve been seeing for a while and have some trust for).
screen em both of us do a good amount of email/text exchange ahead of time. some level of communication ahead of time at least for both of us gives a sense of if its an ok hook up to do or one that's better to skip. what we like to do and don't, what our limits are, safer sex requirements, etc.
love google maps. So I am a bit of a nerd but I always google map where I’m going both to figure out how to get there, but also to get a bit of the lay of the land especially if its an area I don’t know. This way if I have to make a quick exit I’m not totally clueless. I always make sure I have bus fare and when I have the cash I make sure to have just enough hidden away to grab a cab if I need to. I used to try and do new hook ups before it gets dark, I don’t stick to that anymore, but when I first started it definitely made me feel more secure.
safety buds My co blogger and I both have safety buddy’s, people that we send info about where we are going and whatever contact info we have for each new hook up. I only text my safety buddy if I’m going on a new hook up and he knows if he doesn’t hear from me after a couple of hours that he should be concerned….. To me this always feels more psychological than practical.
we always pack, our own supplies that is. So this is more on the safer sex tip, but its all connected, so I always make sure to bring my own safer sex supplies, in my experience usually the guy has his own, but its always good to be prepared.
what's in my pants, this is just me, but I always try to make sure the guy know’s what he’s getting into, I’m not interested in having someone freak out when I pull down my pants or take off my shirt, this just feels safer to me. But particularly on this one, to each their own yuh know, I know some guys feel safer never bringing up the trans piece and negotiate sex however they need to feel safe.
So these are just a few strategies. be safe : )
Also if there are things you do to keep safe please share
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