May 29, 2012
May 28, 2012
Strange But Hot Encounter
This past Friday the 25th I was playing around on the computer, not really cruising, but actually catching up on the news, reading reviews of new movies that had just opened in theaters, watching some YouTube videos, etc. It was after work and the beginning of the Holiday weekend so I was just chilling and glad that I had the next few days off. I also pulled up the standard gay cruising sites but as it was 6:00 or so in the afternoon I didn’t expect there to be many guys online. Also, I just wasn’t all that horny. There could be someone online though who was looking for later that weekend and I knew that it never hurt to just open the sites and then periodically check for any incoming e-mails while I did other stuff on the computer.
I had been reviewing my financials and was quite bummed at how the stock market has been doing the past couple of weeks (the DOW down over 1000 points… Jesus Christ my 401K is getting killed), when I saw that I had a couple of new emails. One from BBRT and the other from Manhunt. I opened BBRT and it was from a guy in his mid-40s with a few naked pics, and an otherwise scarce profile. I did notice that he indicated he had a big dick, and there were a few pics where he showed his cock but the photos were not very good, probably taken from a phone or cheap camera. You could see his cock but they were body shots and all I could see was that he had something hanging between his legs. His profile also indicated he played at his place, which caused me pause because I rarely go to other guys’ places, preferring to whore out my hole at home.
His message was the standard, “What’s up?” which is fairly common and usually just tossed out there to see if the other guy is interested. I like guys who are more to the point and aggressive but I always reply back regardless and sent him a non-committal message telling him I was just chilling and ‘checking things out.’
I then opened up Manhunt and low and behold the same guy had sent me a message there as well. The screen name was the same, as were the pics and the minimal profile. He indicated he was vers/top, which for me is usually a good sign as I rarely top. I’ve noticed that most guy don’t outright lie about as to whether they are top or bottom (although it does happen…) but a guy who at least advertises he’s vers but then tosses in Top as well usually is a better opportunity because my profile lists me as strictly Bottom. I don’t even play around with the vers crap. I’m a bottom… I get fucked up the ass. I gave up on any ‘versatile’ descriptions of myself years ago when I hooked up and some of the guys wanted to get fucked even when we had arranged that I would be getting fucked. Any versatile description left in my profile was enough for some guys to think I was going to pound their hole also, which I never did. So no more vers for me. Any guy who took the time to read my profile knew that I didn’t top and strictly wanted cock up my ass.
I noticed on his Manhunt profile that he was ‘negative’ and played ‘safe only.’ That, of course, was not what he has listed on his BBRT account. I’ve found a lot of guys advertise differently depending on the site but I don’t get hung up on it. I assume whatever the nastier description is usually what the guy is into. If someone talks about kissing and cuddling on one site but then says they are into watersports and fisting on another… I have a good idea of what they really want to get into.
The message he sent me on Manhunt was the same from BBRT and I responded the same as well, and added that I was the other guy on BBRT and we had just chatted on that site. I have pretty much the same pictures and he probably already knew that. I was curious though if he responded what site he would use as it would be a clear indication of what type of shit he wanted to get into, assuming it even got that far. Would he be the bareback top or the safe only top?
Sure enough after a few minutes I got another message from him on… BBRT. I thought to myself, “Cool, we got that cleared up.” It was a short message and he indicated he had some time to hook up if I could play now.
May 23, 2012
May 5, 2012
The Zone (Fiction) Chapter 4
I was nervous. I wouldn’t exactly say I was scared, but I was definitely very, very nervous. Here I was, sitting on a bed, in my underwear, in a bizarre bedroom that looked like it was designed for a cheap porn shoot. What made it worse is that I could see exactly how I looked. In the mirrors plastering the walls I saw a scared kid that at one time used to be confident, even cocky, but now was barely holding on to what little self-respect he had left. I kept running my fingers through my hair nervously, taking deep breaths, and trying to sort it all out.
I was by myself for about 10 minutes when the door opened. I was startled, but relaxed when I saw that it was Arturo. He came in with his drink still in hand, ignoring me and walked over to the only table in the room. I didn’t say anything as he opened the drawer under the table and pulled out a small hand mirror and set it on the table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. He carefully opened the packet and I could see what at first looked like white powder. I thought it was cocaine which I had seen a couple of times before at parties, but when he scattered some of the contents onto the mirror I could see that it was not a powder but more like tiny, clear pebbles, or crystals. He poured a few of these crystals on the mirror, refolded the paper, and put it back in his pocket. He then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a small pocket knife. He flipped open one of the blades and then proceeded to carefully chop the crystals. There was a look of concentration on his face as he chopped away, then scooped the now more finer particles into a pile, chopped again with his knife, then repeated the process over and over. His eyes never left the mirror and it was clear he had done this many times.
After a couple of minutes leaning over the mirror and going through this repetitive process he finally stood up, carefully licked the edges of the blade, and then folded the it and put the pocket knife back in his pants. He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out what looked like a small, clear straw but as I looked closer I saw that it was a plastic ballpoint pen that had the insides removed. He then leaned over the desk where he had just formed 6 lines of the unknown powder on the mirror. Taking the hollowed out pen he then proceeded to put one end to his nose, leaned all the way over the table, placed a finger over his left nostril, and then starting at one end of the lines began to inhale, moving the straw as he did. The line of powder disappeared as the plastic tube approached, as if picked up by a vacuum hose, and disappeared into his right nostril. He stood up, leaned his head back, and quickly pinched and tugged on his nose several times with his left thumb and forefinger as he continued to inhale.
With his other hand still holding the plastic tube he held it out to me acknowledging my presence for the first time since he entered the room and asked, “Want some?”
May 3, 2012
Beginnings
“Bend over the desk.”
It was the request I heard a couple of weekends ago on Sunday the 22nd. I had been on my knees sucking the cock of a fuck buddy of mine for less than minute. He had walked in my unlocked condo only a couple of minutes earlier. His cock had since gotten hard and as I pulled my mouth off I made a concerted effort to leave some spit on his cock. This fuck bud was a ‘spit’ guy for the most part and although I always kept a bottle of lube easily accessible on my nightstand he, and many others, often ignored it.
I hadn’t been sucking his cock long but my knees still cramped slightly as I slowly stood up. I walked the few feet over to my desk, bent over, and placed my hands on the oak top. I was already nude except for a jock strap having taken off my clothes before he had arrived. His demands were he always wanted me nude except for the jock strap, waiting in the bedroom, with the door unlocked. He would text when he was a minute out and I would get ready.
As I got into the position with my legs spread he was still in his clothes, with just his now hard cock sticking straight out.
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