"CURIOUS" is all it said...you know the blank GRINDR screen with no pic. Inside... white, 41, 6-0, 185.
"What are you curious about?"
Finally a reply, "About blowjobs"
"Getting one or giving one?"
"Or both?"
Predictable, I hoped. "Both".
The usual banter ensued....married, yes...discreet, yes...ddf, yes...then it departed from the predictable a bit.
Scott: "I have never sucked a dick, but really want to.
You will have to help me, tell me what to do."
Me: "Not a problem. When can you meet?"
I was elated. This guy had potential, and I really wanted to explore it. But, I am too discreet to just give out my address to anyone, so I insisted on meeting somewhere else, to give him a chance to see me and me see him before committing to a hook up.
The meeting was great. He was certainly great material, and we were off to the house.
It was fun...he liked to kiss, and we did that a lot. He was nervous but let me undress him, then me. He is not a muscle man, but has a nice dick, nice ass, hwp-as they say, and certainly worth looking at. As he wanted, I took control of the situation and we spent a lot of time licking, sucking, and touching...all over.
I realized I have this novice in my bed, naked, and really hungry for a man. I had to know his limits, but even if I asked, he couldn't tell me, because he didn't know them. I decided to help him discover what he likes.
Kissing? yes.
Sucking? yes.
Being sucked? yes.
Ass play? Need to find out, so I got a little lube and started rubbing his hole, reassuring him that I was not gonna fuck him, and I would stop whenever he wanted.
His reaction to my finger was immediate and undeniable. He was writhing, moaning, and barely able to stay on the bed. Loving to make a guy feel good, I continued with a finger, then a larger thumb. I then combined it with some jacking...and he had so much precum, we needed no more lube.
I realized that he was probably not used to this ass play, and I should
slow down although I really thought that if I had tried hard, I could have
fucked him. Still, I kept this up for a while which made me harder and even more turned on as I witnessed his reaction to my playfulness. Finally, I knew we needed to finish it up...time was not on our side. My goal now was to make sure he wanted to come back for more.
After we both came, I sent him to the showers. He then left, feeling very good, I think.
A followup note to his GRINDR account: "You are gonna be a little sore...hope you enjoyed it."
But, alas, it fell on deaf ears. The whole incident was a few months ago, and he never responded. I finally took him off as a favorite, and forgot about him. [Not totally forgotten...it was a hot encounter.]
On Monday last week-two months after our meeting, I got a note from him..."Just wanted to say Happy New Year."
Mmmmmmmmmm. Only one reason he would wish me Happy New Year after that long.
Me: "Love to meet up again if you want to sometime...guaranteed discretion."
S: "Busy today?"
Me: "I am now...you remember how to get here?"
It's gonna be fun.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Slave 3
Scotty was extremely concerned about STDs-to the point that I knew it would be a problem, just didn't realize how 'major' a problem. But, I agreed to his rules, so I would live by them. "No fucking on the first meeting, even with a condom. No sucking on the first meeting except with a condom. No kissing at the first meeting." That pretty much leaves petting, jacking, and talking about it.
To make the best of it, I decided to make my inspection even more complete. After we moved to the bedroom, I proceeded to inspect even closer...his asshole. I donned latex gloves that I had left over from my stint in a Dr./Patient role play and proceeded to inspect. A little lube and some gentle, nimble fingers, and I had him moaning in no time. He was really getting into it...and I loved it.
I wanted to fuck him so bad it was a real shame. Instead, I made him play with my dick and balls, and jack me off. It was feeling so good, but without the sucking, not quite good enough.
Time was up, so I ordered him into the shower and left him to get dressed. Before leaving, we talked...meet again? Yes. Like what we did? Yes. Are you sure, cause if not, I can understand? No, I really enjoyed it and will definitely be back!! That's why I was surprised when I got a text from him!!
Hi, thought long and hard about it and I just don't think I can go through with it. I guess it is more of a fantasy than a reality for me. Good luck in the future. You are very hot. Only thing I would change if I were you is to cut/shave your balls/cock area.
Thanks again for trying.
Oh, well. I hope he figures out what he really wants someday.
To make the best of it, I decided to make my inspection even more complete. After we moved to the bedroom, I proceeded to inspect even closer...his asshole. I donned latex gloves that I had left over from my stint in a Dr./Patient role play and proceeded to inspect. A little lube and some gentle, nimble fingers, and I had him moaning in no time. He was really getting into it...and I loved it.
I wanted to fuck him so bad it was a real shame. Instead, I made him play with my dick and balls, and jack me off. It was feeling so good, but without the sucking, not quite good enough.
Time was up, so I ordered him into the shower and left him to get dressed. Before leaving, we talked...meet again? Yes. Like what we did? Yes. Are you sure, cause if not, I can understand? No, I really enjoyed it and will definitely be back!! That's why I was surprised when I got a text from him!!
Hi, thought long and hard about it and I just don't think I can go through with it. I guess it is more of a fantasy than a reality for me. Good luck in the future. You are very hot. Only thing I would change if I were you is to cut/shave your balls/cock area.
Thanks again for trying.
Oh, well. I hope he figures out what he really wants someday.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Slave..part 2
I've been here before...where you are expecting a hookup, but he never shows up. I used to get really disturbed by it, but finally learned that "That's just the way it is!!" Sometimes he shows up, and sometimes he doesn't.
I had refused to give him my address because, for some reason, I expected a problem. No, there wasn't anything illegal about what I had done or what we had talked about doing. He was a consenting adult as am I. But still, I was unusually nervous.
Probably doesn't matter anyway! He is unlikely to show up.
"I'm almost to your exit...be there in 5 minutes. Where do I go from there?"
I sent the directions to him, without the house address. I don't know why, but I was still reluctant to give him my address. Stupid, I know. "Park behind the blue Nissan. Come in the front door."
A pickup truck slows in front of my house and turns into the driveway. I am truly surprised he actually showed up as I peek out the blinds to see what I can about him.
But then, I am looking through the blind...he is in the truck, but doesn't get out. I send him a text. "You made it!" Just in case he isn't sure he has the right house.
Finally, after what seemed like 5 minutes, he gets out of the truck, and walks to the front door. I open it just as he is about to knock.
We had chatted about what to do after he arrives. In fact, he suggested that he strip immediately, and I properly collar him and put the wrist and ankle restraints on.... but rather than tell him that, I insisted that I would give him instructions at that time. I had time to think about it, and decided that we would first review the rules we had agreed on. Then, based on some suggestions from an internet search I had done, I would take complete control, and inspect him just as any prospective owner would inspect goods prior to purchase. I actually had a script, of sorts, that I expected to use.
All went pretty much as I expected so far. He was stripped of shirt, shoes and socks. I am sure I appeared very sure of myself, inspected the goods, made appropriate comments on his body. Next was to get him harnessed. After removing his pants, I inspected his dick and balls. Held them like a melon at the grocery, and made appropriate comments. He has a really nice dick...not huge, but he was nicely hung. Then to put the harness on. It was a rope harness that I found on the internet, with instructions on how to put it on. I even tried it on myself before he arrived, so I would have some idea of how it worked.
I then covered the various positions that I expected him to know...Inspect, Rest, Kneel, Head Up.
During all of this time, he made almost no comments. He only spoke when asked a question, never questioned anything I had him do [all were within our agreement].
Wait for part 3. I promise to finish it tomorrow.
I had refused to give him my address because, for some reason, I expected a problem. No, there wasn't anything illegal about what I had done or what we had talked about doing. He was a consenting adult as am I. But still, I was unusually nervous.
Probably doesn't matter anyway! He is unlikely to show up.
"I'm almost to your exit...be there in 5 minutes. Where do I go from there?"
I sent the directions to him, without the house address. I don't know why, but I was still reluctant to give him my address. Stupid, I know. "Park behind the blue Nissan. Come in the front door."
A pickup truck slows in front of my house and turns into the driveway. I am truly surprised he actually showed up as I peek out the blinds to see what I can about him.
But then, I am looking through the blind...he is in the truck, but doesn't get out. I send him a text. "You made it!" Just in case he isn't sure he has the right house.
Finally, after what seemed like 5 minutes, he gets out of the truck, and walks to the front door. I open it just as he is about to knock.
We had chatted about what to do after he arrives. In fact, he suggested that he strip immediately, and I properly collar him and put the wrist and ankle restraints on.... but rather than tell him that, I insisted that I would give him instructions at that time. I had time to think about it, and decided that we would first review the rules we had agreed on. Then, based on some suggestions from an internet search I had done, I would take complete control, and inspect him just as any prospective owner would inspect goods prior to purchase. I actually had a script, of sorts, that I expected to use.
All went pretty much as I expected so far. He was stripped of shirt, shoes and socks. I am sure I appeared very sure of myself, inspected the goods, made appropriate comments on his body. Next was to get him harnessed. After removing his pants, I inspected his dick and balls. Held them like a melon at the grocery, and made appropriate comments. He has a really nice dick...not huge, but he was nicely hung. Then to put the harness on. It was a rope harness that I found on the internet, with instructions on how to put it on. I even tried it on myself before he arrived, so I would have some idea of how it worked.
I then covered the various positions that I expected him to know...Inspect, Rest, Kneel, Head Up.
During all of this time, he made almost no comments. He only spoke when asked a question, never questioned anything I had him do [all were within our agreement].
Wait for part 3. I promise to finish it tomorrow.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Slave wanted ...part 1
Scotty and I had met on Craigslist months ago. We actually didn't meet, but did exchange a lot of emails. He is late 30s, 6-0, 190 or so, and is a serious sub. "clean shaven, not very muscular, broad shoulders, average build, 34 waist, 6.5" cock, nice ass, long legs, very little body hair, virgin ass and mouth, shy, quiet type." In fact, he wants to be a slave [his term, not mine]. I have dabbled with BDSM from time to time, but nothing really serious. Sure, there was the 60+ year old who wanted to be abused by numerous guys [and we did], and there was the 43 YO who 'needed' to be fucked by multiple guys in the same session [but safely]. Scotty was a little different for some reason. Younger, more innocent maybe. And a lot more careful.
We had exchanged emails for weeks, until finally, about a month ago, it looked like he really wanted to go through with it. We bartered about the rules [leave at prescribed time, no pictures, no visitors unless previously announced, and at the first meeting, no penetration, no kissing, in short, nothing that could possibly be the cause of an STD]. He had obviously either done it before or thought a lot about it. Second meeting, fucking is OK with a rubber, and sucking is good too.
I had written him off many times, he seemed so concerned about so many things, I didn't think he would ever commit. But a date was set. Then he missed a deadline to get back to me, and I acted like a master should. I was outraged. I wrote him off. That was a month ago.
Last week, I was looking through old emails and saw our last exchange. I sent him a note:
"Hey, how have you been? Interested?"
Yes, he was still interested, and yes he wanted to meet. The date was set for Thursday. On Tuesday, and on Wednesday, he kept emailing me...are you ok with the rules, what do you want me to wear? and on and on. Then, on Thursday morning, he sent an email, "Can we change it to 11:30? I have a conflict?"
Then, "Can we change it to 12:30? Somethings come up."
Then, "1:00 would really work better, but I can be there til 3."
Then, "1:00 still works, but I can only stay til 2:00."
At that point, I was thinking, "He has no intention of making this meeting."
At 12:30, I got a text, "I'm leaving in 2 minutes. I will be there soon."
So, what would YOU think?
We had exchanged emails for weeks, until finally, about a month ago, it looked like he really wanted to go through with it. We bartered about the rules [leave at prescribed time, no pictures, no visitors unless previously announced, and at the first meeting, no penetration, no kissing, in short, nothing that could possibly be the cause of an STD]. He had obviously either done it before or thought a lot about it. Second meeting, fucking is OK with a rubber, and sucking is good too. I had written him off many times, he seemed so concerned about so many things, I didn't think he would ever commit. But a date was set. Then he missed a deadline to get back to me, and I acted like a master should. I was outraged. I wrote him off. That was a month ago.
Last week, I was looking through old emails and saw our last exchange. I sent him a note:
"Hey, how have you been? Interested?"
Yes, he was still interested, and yes he wanted to meet. The date was set for Thursday. On Tuesday, and on Wednesday, he kept emailing me...are you ok with the rules, what do you want me to wear? and on and on. Then, on Thursday morning, he sent an email, "Can we change it to 11:30? I have a conflict?"
Then, "Can we change it to 12:30? Somethings come up."
Then, "1:00 would really work better, but I can be there til 3."
Then, "1:00 still works, but I can only stay til 2:00."
At that point, I was thinking, "He has no intention of making this meeting."
At 12:30, I got a text, "I'm leaving in 2 minutes. I will be there soon."
So, what would YOU think?
Thursday, January 10, 2013
SEAN's TMI Thursday
Sean from Just A Jeep Guy and his TMI Thursday. His questions, my answers.
A FRESH CLEAN START!
1. How often do you shower or bathe?
Daily...twice or more if I'm having a LOT of fun.
2. When do you like to shower?
Mornings...or immediately after having sex during the day.
3. Describe your shower (or bath) routine.
Wet hair, shampoo. Wash from the neck down paying special attention to the privates...front and back. Then the face and ears.
4. Do you like to shower or bathe with you S.O.?
Don't have one, but when I can shower with a guest, I do. But for fun, and all the 'normal' activities are changed.
5. Shaving: what, where and how often?
Face, every other day or so. Ears, nose, weekly. And other places only if I have a date or hookup with a guy I REALLY like and he prefers that I trim.
6. Do you shower at the gym or wait until you get home?
Wait...if it's close and it usually is.
7. Before having sex do you like to be freshly showered? Ripe? Perfumed? How do you like your partner?
Showered, no perfume at all. And I generally like my partner to be the same...but if it is a middle of the night thing [and I love 'wake up' sex] then we just DO IT.
Bonus
Sex in the bathroom: Shower, Bath, Hot tub, Public?
Yes, yes, yes, but no.
A FRESH CLEAN START!
1. How often do you shower or bathe?
Daily...twice or more if I'm having a LOT of fun.
2. When do you like to shower?
Mornings...or immediately after having sex during the day.
3. Describe your shower (or bath) routine.
Wet hair, shampoo. Wash from the neck down paying special attention to the privates...front and back. Then the face and ears.
4. Do you like to shower or bathe with you S.O.?
Don't have one, but when I can shower with a guest, I do. But for fun, and all the 'normal' activities are changed.
5. Shaving: what, where and how often?
Face, every other day or so. Ears, nose, weekly. And other places only if I have a date or hookup with a guy I REALLY like and he prefers that I trim.
6. Do you shower at the gym or wait until you get home?
Wait...if it's close and it usually is.
7. Before having sex do you like to be freshly showered? Ripe? Perfumed? How do you like your partner?
Showered, no perfume at all. And I generally like my partner to be the same...but if it is a middle of the night thing [and I love 'wake up' sex] then we just DO IT.
Bonus
Sex in the bathroom: Shower, Bath, Hot tub, Public?
Yes, yes, yes, but no.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Just Friends? At least that!
GROWLR is not the best place to meet a guy, but for an old guy like me who is not really out to the world, it's an option. He looked pretty nice from his pic. As most do, his profile said he was looking for friends, but I have learned not to believe everything you read on the internet. At 5-11 and 205, he was not exactly a svelte twink, but his profile said he was into fitness so maybe most of that 205 was muscle.
A brief message led to more messages, and a pic exchange as I explained my situation, and learned his. He is OUT,
50ish, and looking for friends.
"I'm up for meeting for a coffee or a drink if you are interested."
He replied, "It will have to be a coffee, but I am good for it if you want to."
As we approached the meeting day/time, I reviewed his profile to make sure I knew what he said in it, and what we had discussed. It was a chillier than usual winter day in Richmond, so my hope for a chance to sit outside somewhere over a latte' and talk privately was shot. I am probably more cautious than most when it comes to my privacy, but not being out, I always worry about appearances, and things were not working out well for me. I hoped for a somewhat crowded meeting place so we could get lost in the crowd, and not be exposed to the scrutiny of everyone seeing two guys obviously meeting for the first time, and drawing conclusions that I didn't want them to make. There were two baristas working, and only one table of two customers in the whole place.
To make matters worse, I was early and he was going to be late, so I ended up walking around the block a few times, freezing my ass off because I had not worn the right coat. I could go on in the place, but by the time he got here, I would have finished my coffee. Then a text from him told me he was on his way...just a few minutes away, and I decided to just wait for him outside.
He was a bit shorter than I expected. I'm not a tall guy, but a bit over 6 feet. He said he was 5-11 and...well...ok, maybe. It was definitely him from the pic. I approached him before we got in the shop, shook hands like any two business guys would do, and went on inside. He went to the rest room and left me to order my drink which was prepared in short order...only customer with two baristas=great service. My drink was ready and he was not yet out, so I chose a table close to the door, but away from the other table and the prep area...so we could at least talk without fear of being easily overheard.
After he got his drink, the conversation proceeded normally...Yes, he was really most interested in making friends first. He started telling me his story, a riveting tale of his life, background, job, and then, he told me of his drug addiction, his legal issues, and finally, his HIV status as a result of the drug issues.
I sometimes refer to myself as a country boy from a small town...implying that I'm just a dumb cluck sometimes learning about life the hard way. Much of that is true, except I never really lived in the country....just a small bumfuck town. Still, I had not actually been close to a guy who I knew was HIV+, and had a lot to think about as we finished our drinks and departed.
It really didn't take long for me to decide. I knew that regardless of whether we ever had sex, he needed friends, and I could always do that. Later that night, I sent a note..."Thanks for the company, if you are up for lunch, let me know."
A brief message led to more messages, and a pic exchange as I explained my situation, and learned his. He is OUT,
50ish, and looking for friends.
"I'm up for meeting for a coffee or a drink if you are interested."
He replied, "It will have to be a coffee, but I am good for it if you want to."
As we approached the meeting day/time, I reviewed his profile to make sure I knew what he said in it, and what we had discussed. It was a chillier than usual winter day in Richmond, so my hope for a chance to sit outside somewhere over a latte' and talk privately was shot. I am probably more cautious than most when it comes to my privacy, but not being out, I always worry about appearances, and things were not working out well for me. I hoped for a somewhat crowded meeting place so we could get lost in the crowd, and not be exposed to the scrutiny of everyone seeing two guys obviously meeting for the first time, and drawing conclusions that I didn't want them to make. There were two baristas working, and only one table of two customers in the whole place.
To make matters worse, I was early and he was going to be late, so I ended up walking around the block a few times, freezing my ass off because I had not worn the right coat. I could go on in the place, but by the time he got here, I would have finished my coffee. Then a text from him told me he was on his way...just a few minutes away, and I decided to just wait for him outside.
He was a bit shorter than I expected. I'm not a tall guy, but a bit over 6 feet. He said he was 5-11 and...well...ok, maybe. It was definitely him from the pic. I approached him before we got in the shop, shook hands like any two business guys would do, and went on inside. He went to the rest room and left me to order my drink which was prepared in short order...only customer with two baristas=great service. My drink was ready and he was not yet out, so I chose a table close to the door, but away from the other table and the prep area...so we could at least talk without fear of being easily overheard.
After he got his drink, the conversation proceeded normally...Yes, he was really most interested in making friends first. He started telling me his story, a riveting tale of his life, background, job, and then, he told me of his drug addiction, his legal issues, and finally, his HIV status as a result of the drug issues.
I sometimes refer to myself as a country boy from a small town...implying that I'm just a dumb cluck sometimes learning about life the hard way. Much of that is true, except I never really lived in the country....just a small bumfuck town. Still, I had not actually been close to a guy who I knew was HIV+, and had a lot to think about as we finished our drinks and departed.
It really didn't take long for me to decide. I knew that regardless of whether we ever had sex, he needed friends, and I could always do that. Later that night, I sent a note..."Thanks for the company, if you are up for lunch, let me know."
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