Thursday, March 14, 2019

3Some

If you are curious if my slut phase ended, it didn't, obviously. I have a lot of stories over the years since I regularly blogged, maybe I will still write about them yet. I've wanted to write about this experience I had two months ago, the threesome.

I was feeling particularly horny one day at work. I sent a quick message to a new buddy that worked nearby to see what he was up to. After a couple of messages of "Hey", "How are you?", "I'm good, you", etc, I asked if he was free for lunch. He messaged back that he had an idea.

He knew a guy that lived close by that wanted to play, and that guy wanted both of us to come over. I asked a few details about this new stranger, and I'll just say that he was not my type. But, I really enjoyed the last interaction with my new buddy. Let's call him Jeremy. Jeremy is tall, bearded, typical bear, early thirties, and was a great kisser with a talented mouth. This new stranger is shorter and best described as a twink. I mentioned that I was horny, right? I needed some man on man action, so I was game. We set a time, he gave me an address, and our plan was set.

I did not have any communication with this new stranger, let's call him Bruce. So, when I arrived at the apartment complex, no way was I going inside without Jeremy. Jeremy took a little longer to get there, so I waited patiently in my car, trying to keep my nerves under check. When Jeremy arrived, I greeted him at his car and we both nervously walked in together. This is when I learned that Jeremy had only been here once before. He wasn't even exactly sure where he was going.

We found the right apartment. The door was unlocked as planned, Jeremy walked in and I followed. The next couple of minutes were about as awkward as it could get. Bruce was sitting on his couch in his underwear. He is an Asian man in his either late thirties or early forties, a little thicker than your typical twink. English was not his first language, which in itself doesn't bother me but I have a terrible ear for accents. We walked into the living room, and I kind of look at Jeremy with an unspoken question of "What now?" He seemed to know what I'm thinking, but just shrugged and began taking off his clothing. Alright, I'm in it now, might as well see it through. I took off my shoes, emptied by pockets onto a near by counter, and sat down next to Bruce on the couch, or I think it was futon. Bruce had shed his underwear in the meantime, and was naked next to me. I reached out for his cock and began to stroke it. Jeremy walked over, with only his jeans on, kneeled on the floor in front of Bruce and took his cock into his mouth. Bruce reached for my groin, and started to remove the rest of my clothes.

Once all three of us were naked, all my hang ups were gone. We rotated through sucking each cock. Me on Bruce, Jeremy on me, me on Jeremy, Jeremy on Bruce, Bruce on me, etc. It was bliss. At one point, I was on my knees on the floor in front of Bruce sucking his cock, and Jeremy laid down on the floor in front of my to suck mine. At another point, Jeremy was sucking Bruce's cock, and I squeezed in and began licking the base. When we were both sucking Bruce's cock, lying side by side grinding our groins into each other, we took the opportunity to make out at the same time. That was the hottest moment for me. Both of us with our hunger for cock, but with our passion of kissing one another, it was almost primal.

Jeremy came first. When he was close, I think he got up and walked over to the kitchen near by and stroked off into the sink. I was on the under side of the 69 position with Bruce, so I had a hard time seeing where Jeremy went. Bruce was pumping his cock into my mouth, as I reached around and play with his hole with my fingers. I was able to peer through Bruce's legs enough to see Jeremy start to get dressed. That bummed me out, I didn't want to see him go. But I was close to cumming myself, and wasn't able to pay much attention to anything else at the moment. When I was nearing the point of no return, I pulled Bruce off my cock and jacked it for a bit. It wasn't long before streams of cum landed all over my chest. Then Bruce, still straddling my face, pulled out of my mouth and jerked his cock off. I licked and sucked on his balls as he did so. Soon he was adding his cum to mine.

After a couple of breaths, I looked around and saw that Jeremy was gone. I got up, and excused myself to the bathroom to clean up. Then came the awkward aftermath, made worse by the fact that I had a hard time understanding Bruce. As I got dressed I answered a couple of benign questions and said my pleasantries. Then I excused myself and left.  The whole experience was maybe 30 minutes. I was hoping that at least Jeremy was waiting outside, but no. I actually chuckled to myself. The moments after a random hookup are always awkward. Hell, it doesn't matter who your with, if you try to leave immediately after sex, it's awkward. Apparently, Jeremy couldn't, or just didn't want to, face that. The fact that Bruce's cock was down my throat made his escape easy.

We messaged each other the next day, and he told me that the moment we were both sharing Bruce's cock was the hottest part for him as well.  Since then, Jeremy has been somewhat elusive, and I've been doing my best not to appear clingy or needy, even though I think about his cock sliding down my throat fairly regularly.  We did ran into each other once, about a week or two later, when I was eating lunch at a near by park, which resulted in my eating a little more than just my lunch.  I was able to suck him off in the restroom.  This time, when he was getting close to cumming and tried to pull of away from him, I wasn't having it.  I held on until his warm cum filled my mouth.  He seemed extremely appreciative of that, kept smiling all through the awkward clean up and us saying our "see ya later"s.  I hope to see again soon.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Sore For Days: Full Story



So Slut Phase Victim #4 and kept in very loose contact over the years.  We'd send a random text message out of the blue, the other would respond with something like, "We should hang out", and we'd agree.  But nothing would come of it.

Two weeks ago, I got another such text.  "We should hang out." This guy always excites me.  If you read about my first encounter, you know he's the only guy I'm met that is taller than me.  But more than that, I've always got the sense that he is a genuinely nice guy.  And, he enjoys kissing as much as I do.

I get this text, and I'm thinking that I really want to hang out with him.  He suggests grabbing a bite to eat, having a drink, or playing.  I was actually free that very day, but I felt trying to pull that off would have been sloppy. I suggested that we meet one evening the next week.  Now, I had know idea how I was going to pull that off and still fly under the radar.  But, I didn't wanted to let this guy get away again.  Anyways, he agreed, and we had a date planned.

As the day got closer, I began working on how to pull this off. Coincidentally, a friend of mine from out of town told me he was going to be in town that same night.  I agreed to dinner, but in the back of my head I knew he'd cancel.  Or, I could always cancel on him.  He did cancel, so I was left with an entirely plausible alibi and a free evening.

So I text Darren, Victim #4, and we make plans to meet for dinner.  During dinner, we had a nice conversation and some good food.  I confirmed my belief that he was a really nice guy.  He opened up about his life, asked me genuine questions about mine.  He even sought out my advice.  At one point, he got up to use the restroom, and I was reminded again of his height. As a tall guy, it is very strange and sometimes intimidating to be around people my height.  This time, it was a total turn on.

As dinner began to wind down, and begin thinking forward to what was next.  Prior to meeting, he had suggested the possibility of getting drinks.  I was hoping for something different, but also I appreciated the friendship we were forming and wanted to preserve that.  When he asked what I wanted to do, I threw the ball back in his court.  He threw out some suggestions, and when he suggested going back to his place, I jumped at that chance.

I followed him back, and convinced myself on the way to be happy if all we did was sit and chat. He moved since last time, so I had to wait for him to lead me in just like before.  His place was immaculate, like I expected.  But what was different this time was that he lead me straight to his bedroom.  Within minutes we had our shoes and jackets off and were making out.  And damn, he could kiss.  We were rolling around on the bed before I knew it.

When I finally got his cock out of his pants, I was amazed.  I mean, I'd seen it before, but Damn. It was rock solid, which I am discovering is more rare than normal, and it was huge!  I engulfed it, and inhaled his sweet aroma.  I feel like I could have spent eternity doing only that, sucking on his sweet, rock hard, silky smooth cock.  I choked on it more than a few times, but stayed determined.

As we moved around, switched positions, me lying on top of him, him lying on top of me, 69'ing, I was again appreciative and impressed by his height.  I love to cuddle.  I love bear hugs, tight bear hugs.  Darren obviously loved them too.  And it soon became clear to me what else Darren loved, as he took every opportunity he could to squeeze my ass, and slide a finger or two over my hole.  At one point, I was on my back and he was sitting in between my legs, and I could feel his cock throb in my crack as he slowly slid it up and down.  I loved that feeling.  But, I wasn't sure about where this was going.  I call myself vers, but I am not very experienced. And, as I said, he was huge.  The last guy I let back there was just a little smaller than I was.  I refused to let it get too much in my head though.  I was determined to enjoy the moment.  We "wrestled", sucked, kissed, hugged for an undetermined amount of time.

He was getting more and more amp'd up, as was I.  He was sitting between my legs again, having spend the last few moments sucking on my cock and rimming my ass.  His cock was pushing against my hole, and he was leaning over with his mouth on my mouth.  I had my arms and legs wrapped around him; if he tried to pull away he would have lifted me up with him.  I was hungry for him.  And it's fair to say my hole was hungry for him as well.  I think he was trying to restrain himself, but was loosing that restraint.  He pulled free, pulled one of my legs over his head so that I was now lying on my side, then he lined himself up, still between my legs, with my hole.  He paused long enough for a condom and a little lube, then pushed his cock head against my hole again.

I was still hesitant, but not willing to stop him.  I figured, if I am not prepared enough, I will soon find out.  He took it slow, which put me at ease.  But my hole still burned as he slowly pushed himself inside of me.  I buried my face in pillows, and let out a few little whimpers.  I wouldn't have stopped him for the world at that point.

I'm not sure how much time passed before he was smoothly sliding his cock all the way in and out or me.  Twice or three times, I squeezed at the wrong moment and pushed him out. With ease, he found his way back in.  I can't say that the burning ever really stopped, nor did my fear of an "accident".  There was, however, a level of bliss that I didn't experience in either of my previous bottoming attempts.  His grunts and moans told him he was enjoying himself too.  Then he announced, "I'm going to cum", as he started to really pound my ass hard.

He collapsed on top of me when he finally exploded.  I enjoyed the weight of him, and the feeling of his cock pulse and slowly retreat.  When he slid out, I twisted myself around underneath him and he turned his attention to my cock. It sprung back to life, and a combination of me stroking myself, him stroking me, and his tongue on my tip soon had me cumming.

After cleaning up a little, we just lied there in each other's arms for awhile.  I felt myself start to doze off, when I forced myself to get up and get dressed.  It has been almost two hours since we arrived at his house, and it was passed time for me to go home. 

We've texted and chatted daily since, and I'm making plans to meet up with him again.  And, you already know, I enjoyed the experience so much I just had to write about it.

Friday, February 8, 2019

Sore for Days

Earlier this week my wish came true, I got another chance at Slut Phase Victim #4.  I can't wait to tell you about it....

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

So Long, Farewell...

I've actually been thinking, for a while now, that it's time to officially close my blog.  I love the community, I loved sharing my experiences along the way, and I love the friendships that have come out of it.  But, I haven't updated it since last July.  And the reality is that I probably won't.  Partially because I simply do not set aside enough time to do so.  And, partially because I run out of things to say.

Now that Blogger is changing their policies, I know longer have to stress over it.  They will close my blog for me, effective March 23rd.  It won't go away, I won't take it down.  It is a part of me, my journal for the last few years, and I'll keep it as long as possible.  (And back it up for beyond the possible)  But I'm not going to take the time to remove all the lovely photos, and I'm not going to take the time to move my blog to another provider.

If you really want to keep access to my blog, send me your email and I will invite you.  If you want to keep in touch, send me your email and I'll write you.  My email will, of course, stay active.

So long farewell, auf weidersehen good-bye
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long farewell, auf weidersehen adieu
Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you
So long farewell, au revior auf weidersehen
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long farewell, auf weidersehen goodnight
I leave and heave a sigh and say good bye
I'm glad... to go.... I cannot tell a lie
I fleet, I float, I fleetly flee I fly...
Thank you, all of you, and you know who you are, for the companionship along the way.

Thanks,
Jay

Sunday, August 17, 2014

I've been in a weird funk all weekend.  I think it might have started with a dream I had on Friday night.  I don't remember all of the dream, but a couple of points really stand out.  I was riding in a car, an black SUV, with about 4 guys.  I was in the back seat sitting behind the driver.  I think, maybe, the driver was a guy that I work with.  He's older than me, but he's what I would call the typical chauvinistic male.  He has no problem make dick jokes, even go as far as make jokes about guys blowing one another to get what they want.  I've even seen him make other guys in the room blush. So, he's driving.  And there's a younger guy in the front passenger seat.  I knew him in the dream, but now that I am awake I have no idea who he was.

There's another guy sitting in the back with me.  He's one hell of a dreamy, sexy specimen.  He's in his twenties.  I think at the start of the dream, he was fully clothed.  But at some point he lost his shirt.  He had short hair, immaculately styled.  He was muscular, but not overdone.  He was smooth, on his face and on his chest. He had dark hair, blue eyes, perfect lips.

Anyways.  I'm not looking much at the guy next to me.  I don't know if it was because I didn't want to be too obvious, or if I was distracted by something else.  The front seat passenger kept making jokes, and bouncing around in his seat.  At one point, I look in his direction, and I can't understand what I'm looking at.  The driver, the coworker, starts laughing and makes a gesture like he's about to grab the passenger's crotch.  I still don't understand what I'm seeing, but I hear the driver say something like, "If a woman sitting next to me did that, I "accidentally" slip my hand right here.  I'm mean, she'd almost be asking for it."  Again, I notice that the driver makes a motion like he's grabbing the passenger's crotch, but I can't see the passenger's crotch.  I sit up straight, and try to see more of what's going on.  I see what look's like a huge lump between the guy's legs.  But it's not a lump that I can identify.  I lean forward a little more, and I realize that the guy is in his seat upside down!  What I thought was his crotch was his shoulders, and the lump was his neck.  He head was so far back, that it disappeared from my view.

It made sense, but then it didn't.  Why had this guy turned himself upside down?  His legs were bent in a way that they were entirely hidden by the seatback.  I leaned in further, and he pushed his hips into the air.  That's when I realized that he'd lost his pants, and his cock was rock hard and pointing downwards toward his head.  I blushed slightly, and sat back in my seat.  I didn't want to be obvious, but this guy's cock had caused an immediate reaction in my own cock.

I tried my damnedest to not look "too" interested.  The driver is still make jokes and laughing.  I could have sworn that the driver grabbed the passenger's cock, but that may have just been my overactive imagination. I relaxed into my seat, and noticed that the guy sitting next to me was looking at me.  I looked in his direction, and saw nothing but desire in his face.  I didn't want to believe, and I felt like all of this could be a trap.  But he inched his way a little closer to me.  I saw hesitation in his face as well, like maybe he wasn't sure that I was going to respond the way he hoped.

He had to be one of the most sexy, handsome, young men I'd ever laid my eyes on.  He inched a little closer, and put his hand on my thigh.  I was nervous, and I didn't want to get caught.  But lust took over, and my face surely told him that I wanted him badly.  He leaned over, opened his mouth slightly, and our tongues met before our lips.  My body exploded.  This is where I realized that he's shirtless, and I put my hand on his chest.  I can feel the clearly defined pecs, I find and slightly pinch his nipples, I rub my hand up to his shoulders.  All the while, our tongues are having a bit of foreplay on their own.

Then I start to get worried that the guys in the front seat are going to look back and see us.  So, I push him back away from me, but slowly.  I imagined that his hand was on my crotch, confirming my attraction.  I also imagined that he had my cock bare in his hands.  But I pushed him off.  I was thinking that I didn't really care if I got caught.  A guy as sexy as this, surely anyone would forgive me.  But, still, I pushed him off.

The dream shifted then, and it never got back to that scene.  After I woke up, I could still taste him on my tongue, feel his chest in my hand.  I couldn't remember exactly what he looked like, but the parts of the dream that mattered are still extremely real and vivid in my mind.  Even now, two days later.  All day Saturday, I would constantly allow myself to daydream and replay out the scene in my mind.

I think the dream was partially to blame for the funk that I find myself in now.