Smooth

The first day that b&c is away is often an exercise in frustration. I've always got a lot of pent-up horndoggedness of the sort that doesn't get released when you fuck your partner, even if it's a really good fuck. Extreme horndoggedness generally makes me less effective at bringing my prey to ground (there's something very wrong with that metaphor, but I like it). Given that there are other play dates set up for the weekend, one would think that I could relax about Thursday night, but, not so much.

Anyway, I went with something a little farther out there than usual with a CL ad, and the response was, well, underwhelming. I had a very promising sub who'd thought he could make it but flaked (either for a legitimate reason or not, and, really, who cares which it is?). I was already set to do a massage around 10 pm, so I was thinking that maybe I'd just work late last night and leave a little early today (Friday), but I got on gay.com anyway, just in case. Pretty soon, I had a message from R., whom I hadn't seen in at least a year.

R. is a very cute, very small Vietnamese guy. He was a playmate of b&c's before I met him, but he really wanted to bottom, so b&c asked me to join them for a threeway. He'd warned me beforehand that R. didn't like to kiss, but I figured I could bring him around. And I did: when he knew he was going to get my cock up his ass, he was suddenly all about the kissing.

Unfortunately, R. is sometimes more trouble than he's worth. He lives twenty minutes away and doesn't have a car. That wouldn't be such a big deal except that sex with him is always quick. Like fifteen minutes. It's a wicked hot fifteen minutes, but still. In the past, I'd usually only fuck him when b&c was willing to pick him up and take him home. But he's cute, and he's smooth, and he has a tiny uncut dick, and, well, last night I was horny, and I was at the office, so it wasn't as much of a drive since where he lives isn't that far out of the way. So I told him I'd pick him up.

Except that he'd moved. Only about two miles or so and farther down the same main drag, and it's an area that I've driven by many times, but I decided to take a back way, and I somehow got lost, and a twenty minute drive turned into forty-five minutes. Fortunately, I get lost often enough that I've learned not to let it bother me. I mean, most streets go both ways, right? If you're going the wrong way, you just turn around and go the other way. Unless you're in a town you don't know at all, you're going to see something you recognize sooner or later.

(This reminds me of the time, almost twenty years ago, when I was newly married, and my brother-in-law was in the car with me in Boston. I missed an exit off of the highway, and the only way I was going to get back to where I need to be was through a very long loop that was going to take me twenty minutes. And my b-i-l looked at me and said, "This doesn't bother you at all, does it?" And I said, "Nope. We'll get there." But I digress.)

Anyway, eventually I got to where I needed to be, and R. got in the car, and we chatted and played with each other's thighs. It turned out that part of the reason I hadn't seen him in over a year was because he'd taken a vacation to Vietnam. For eight months. He evidently lives a less encumbered life than I do.

We got back to my place, and, as with every other bottom, I marched him up the stairs with my hands on his tuckus. He headed into the master bathroom, so I jumped in the other upstairs bathroom to wash up quickly. When I got back, he was lying on the bed. I climbed on top of him and began to kiss him. He was more into it than usual, but the boy still always fucks like he's late for a plane. I worked on his nipples a bit, and he liked that a lot, and he actually went down on me for maybe half a minute (thirty seconds longer than usual), but we were still less than ten minutes in when he was reaching for the lube and condom. He tried sitting on my cock, but it was a little thick for him to take (I reckon it had been a while since he'd been fucked), so he got on his back and got out his bottle of poppers. I put my cockhead inside him, and when he took a big hit on the poppers, I pushed all the way in. He screamed a little, but overall, he didn't seem to mind. I fucked him pretty hard, but, as usual, after about a minute of pumping, he started to cum.

He tried to push me out, but I wasn't having any of that, or at least I thought I wasn't. I fucked him for another two minutes, and then he really did start to yell, so I pulled out, whipped off the condom, stroked hard, kissed him, and -- a minute or so later -- shot all the way to my chin.

R. is usually all about the get dressed and get home after he cums, but last night he wanted to hang out in bed with me and watch the porn (vintage Cadinot) that was playing. I was spent, and I was really covered with cum, so I just fondled him idly for a bit. Eventually I got up and cleaned myself off and came back to the bed. I sucked on him for a while (tiny uncut cock: yum!) until he was hard again. When I got tired of that, I just held him, and after about three more Cadinot cumshots, he stroked himself off simultaneously with the much, much larger cock on the screen. It was kind of hot.

I felt kind of bad about having a 10:00 massage because R., uncharacteristically, would have liked to have dinner, and he mentioned a pho place nearby. But I couldn't, so I drove him home and made it back with enough time to set the table up and get the room ready for massage.

A. (a new guy) arrived just a bit after 10, having gotten lost in a way that was worthy even of me. I told him to get undressed an up on the table. He was a very smooth mixed-race guy (he called himself a blatino) with very, very full lips (that he didn't want kissed). I fired up the Bach and went for the standard massage.

I'm fascinated with the variety of bodies and muscles that end up on the table. A.'s muscles were less differentiated somehow and tighter overall without having knots in particular places, the way most guys do. He appreciated a very firm stroke, and I took my time and gave him the full treatment.

A. had a nice body (dark and smooth) and a really thick cock. He took the prostate massage pretty well, but I'm not sure it did much for him. He seemed to like the facial massage most, but he was a very passive, quiet client. He perked up a good bit when I worked on his nipples and the fronts of his thighs, but I worked on his cock for a long time, and although he stayed hard, he never looked like he was about to cum. He was too relaxed, and his balls never pulled up close to his body. Finally, he stopped me and apologized, saying he was often "cum-shy with strangers."

I worked on him a little more, and he left, apparently very relaxed and happy. But I was feeling agitated. I wasn't annoyed, I was just worked up. I guess that I need for the guy on the table to cum. It's a release for me as much as for him, even if I'm not spilling any seed. Weird.

Anyway, it was pretty late by the time he left, so I hopped on gay.com and found a likely candidate for phone sex. I guess I was really in the right mood for it: I came almost as hard as I had with R. and went to bed happy.