Sometimes, You Get A Good Feeling . . .
You ever have one of those meetings – sexual or otherwise when you just know things are going to click for you? I had one of those moments recently. I met him on a business trip and we kept in touch exchanging emails, confidences, thoughts etc.,
He arrived in on the East Coast en route to his hometown down in Florida with the diversion being namely – well, me. He wanted to see me again and after quite a bit of conversations and emails, I was looking forward to seeing him as well.
His family is Germanic in background by way of Peru. To look at him you’d swear he is just the hot Latin guy – beefy, muscular, covered in very dark fur but with this obvious German name. One of the hot and sort of mysterious facts about his family history and upbringing that I’m just not asking about . . . for now.
He is a great change of pace for me in two pretty significant ways. He is my first uncut cock in awhile. I know I know. In all of the sexual encounters I have had, it is amazing, I rarely have uncut beef, but there you have it.
And the second, is that he is the first guy, to beg me to hit and I mean hit hard. Not just with my hands – close fisted, but with a belt, both as a strap in beating his ass, but also as a lasso around his neck to control his head movements. But I get ahead of myself.
I could hardly contain myself in the elevator of the hotel. I pushed him against the wall and pushed into him so aggressively it spread and lifted his legs for me. My mouth was opened and separated by lips and a tongue both warm and strong that surprised me with its intensity and searching.
I would go on to kiss him and feel the pleasures of his mouth for a six hour straight encounter that ended with us searching for a place to eat at 11PM as one hunger was sated and another not.
Through the course of the night, we would trade positions, love openly and passionately and douse each other with loads of cum.
When I was my most physical with him; my most aggressive - his eyes, wide with desire, never left me. They never closed. So I just kept at it – pummeling him, fucking his throat, biting his nipples while I roughly fingered his ass.
His asshole is buried deep in a crevice of hard toned muscle so it actually hurt my wrist to finger him – I had to dig that hard. When I rimmed him, I had to push his cheeks apart and keep significant pressure there to allow my tongue to penetrate him.
And fucking him felt like I was lifting his entire body with each thrust. Glorious hard work that made him ground so loudly, I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up.
When I hit him with a belt and I could see the red welts raising on his ass, I whispered in his ear which hurt more – the belt or my open hand – and he groaned “my hand.” He was shaking by the time I emptied a load in his throat.
Later the next day, we were at one of my favorite bookstores in NYC after an incredible lunch with this hot guy and of all times, this really adorable guy working in the store hit on me with full- force. When it rains, it pours. Thankfully my buddy didn’t see it.
My Germanic, latin friend is here for another few days – we’ll see how things progressJ
You ever have one of those meetings – sexual or otherwise when you just know things are going to click for you? I had one of those moments recently. I met him on a business trip and we kept in touch exchanging emails, confidences, thoughts etc.,
He arrived in on the East Coast en route to his hometown down in Florida with the diversion being namely – well, me. He wanted to see me again and after quite a bit of conversations and emails, I was looking forward to seeing him as well.
His family is Germanic in background by way of Peru. To look at him you’d swear he is just the hot Latin guy – beefy, muscular, covered in very dark fur but with this obvious German name. One of the hot and sort of mysterious facts about his family history and upbringing that I’m just not asking about . . . for now.
He is a great change of pace for me in two pretty significant ways. He is my first uncut cock in awhile. I know I know. In all of the sexual encounters I have had, it is amazing, I rarely have uncut beef, but there you have it.
And the second, is that he is the first guy, to beg me to hit and I mean hit hard. Not just with my hands – close fisted, but with a belt, both as a strap in beating his ass, but also as a lasso around his neck to control his head movements. But I get ahead of myself.
I could hardly contain myself in the elevator of the hotel. I pushed him against the wall and pushed into him so aggressively it spread and lifted his legs for me. My mouth was opened and separated by lips and a tongue both warm and strong that surprised me with its intensity and searching.
I would go on to kiss him and feel the pleasures of his mouth for a six hour straight encounter that ended with us searching for a place to eat at 11PM as one hunger was sated and another not.
Through the course of the night, we would trade positions, love openly and passionately and douse each other with loads of cum.
When I was my most physical with him; my most aggressive - his eyes, wide with desire, never left me. They never closed. So I just kept at it – pummeling him, fucking his throat, biting his nipples while I roughly fingered his ass.
His asshole is buried deep in a crevice of hard toned muscle so it actually hurt my wrist to finger him – I had to dig that hard. When I rimmed him, I had to push his cheeks apart and keep significant pressure there to allow my tongue to penetrate him.
And fucking him felt like I was lifting his entire body with each thrust. Glorious hard work that made him ground so loudly, I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up.
When I hit him with a belt and I could see the red welts raising on his ass, I whispered in his ear which hurt more – the belt or my open hand – and he groaned “my hand.” He was shaking by the time I emptied a load in his throat.
Later the next day, we were at one of my favorite bookstores in NYC after an incredible lunch with this hot guy and of all times, this really adorable guy working in the store hit on me with full- force. When it rains, it pours. Thankfully my buddy didn’t see it.
My Germanic, latin friend is here for another few days – we’ll see how things progressJ
You have surprised me so often, I should expect it. But no, once again, I experience a man so full of life and living. Thank you, L. May you live in my imagination forever.
ReplyDeleteWow - inflicting pain is way beyond what I could ever imagine being pleasurable for myself, or for another guy, but you make it sound as if between you two, it heightened the passion.
ReplyDeleteJesus, what next!!!
Hot post! I'm sorry I haven't commented in a while. Been a bit busy and having trouble keeping up reading blogs. But I wanted to say "Hi!" and tell you that reading this got me nice and hard. The perfect place to be before I settle down to bed...
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