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Author: Wayne Buddy
Classification: Encounters
The following is true: only names have been changed.
It's A Shame About Ray 1: Five guys in January
I don't know what's wrong with me. After a period of a week of no masturbation (enforced by staying with family over the festive period) the urge to fool around as soon as I got back to my own flat in Edinburgh became so intense I felt I had no control over it. My dick needed attention and it was constantly reminding me of it.
I tried placing an ad in Craigslist. The usual timewasters replied, though amazingly I did get one reply asking if I would give a bj and he actually followed through. He was Glaswegian, a dark-haired, spectacle-wearing hipster type with a beard and long cardigan. 37 and married, he said; a bit weedy but a nice enough, and friendly as most Glaswegians are. I don't know his name, but he looked like a Keith to me.
"Is this alright?", Keith asked as he stepped out of his pants to reveal a smallish dick and a mass of dark pubes at the top of a pair of short, very skinny legs. Not that sexy, if I'm honest, but I was desperate for some cock. Any cock.
"Sure. Lie back on the bed", I directed. I had put some porn on the laptop for him in case he needed some extra stimulation. Mama Needs Some Fun Too, about a husband who comes home to see his wife sucking the cock of a handsome stud. Rather than cause a scene, the husband watches as the stud proceeds to give the wife the fuck of her life, including up the ass. At one point the husband moves closer for a better look and starts frigging his wife as the studs cock is pummeling her.
Anyway, hipster guy Keith quickly gets a hard on and I lick the shaft and head of his dick. I decide to use saliva to slip a finger up his ass. Before I knew it, Keith had cum over his own belly. It took maybe two minutes. He was a bit embarrassed and said "I'm sorry, you were too good", but he didn't rush off immediately like most straight guys do. He stayed a couple of minutes watching the porn as I tried to get him hard again, but he only managed a semi. "I don't think I'll cum again", Keith said, and I took that as the cue he was about to leave. He started dressing and thanked me. Because he came from Glasgow, I didn't think I'd see him again but as I was still completely unsatisfied I didn't much care.
I trawled Craigslist again and replied to an ad which was a couple of days old and said 'Watch or suck straight guy' where a 35 year old guy was offering to wank off in front of someone or receive head. He had a nice cock pic attached so I responded offering to blow him if he hadn't had any luck; I figured with timewasters on the site there was every chance he hadn't. Later on I got a reply and we exchanged a few emails and I gave this guy my mobile number as early morning meets seemed to suit him best.
Next morning I started get texts from him on his way to work, around 6am. He was obviously getting himself all worked up on the bus. He said if he got hot enough he might touch my cock. I said that would be fine, if he felt he wanted to and we arranged for him to come round after his work, which would be late morning. He said he had to be careful as his ex-partner and child lived in my area so we came up with a plan that if anyone asked, he had come round to view a bike I was trying to sell on gumtree. I told him that I'd only sucked off one guy in the last six months (true, but it was actually yesterday) and joked that he had only lasted five minutes. It was more like two minutes but I felt that would seem like I was exaggerating. "Lol", he replied, "I last more than 5 minutes".
To be honest, I was surprised when he eventually came through my door. He was the definition of scally. Scruffy-looking, with sweatpants and cheap coat and trainers. He looked like he'd been drinking but didn't smell of booze. He had an energy drink in his hand and sported a full beard, beneath which he seemed fairly handsome, though it was hard to tell. I'm quite attracted to rough types, I like their maleness. When he took his clothes off (joggers take seconds to drop) he had a very fit body and several marks on his skin which looked like someone had stubbed cigarettes out on him. He was wiry and manly. Lust took over me when I saw his naked slim body, it was making me very hot, although with his dick limp he had one of the smallest cocks I'd ever seen. However, he'd emailed a couple of pics of his cock when fully erect, so I knew that if I played with it properly I'd be rewarded with a good-sized 7" cock. Slightly smaller than mine and not as fat, but nice nonetheless.
He lay back on the bed, not bothering to watch the porn (Mama again) on the laptop, and I went to work on his cock. He had a look of ecstacy on his face so I figured it had been a while since anyone had touched his cock. He'd previously told me he'd had one other bj from a guy. His cock hardened to its full potential after I licked his balls and used my index finger to stimulate his asshole. Occasionally I'd stop to lick and bite his nipples, his left nipple was pierced and his chest was covered lightly in hair. I thought his body was so hot. I asked him if he still wanted to touch my cock and stood so that it was close to face. He didn't answer, but he took it in his hand, tentatively at first but very quickly started wanking it way too vigorously. I wondered if that was what I was going to have to do to get him to cum; is that how he wanked himself?
I returned to his dick, coating it in saliva and rubbing it against his belly, then taking it all in my mouth, then wanking it hard (but not as hard as he had wanked me). I offered him my cock again, putting it close to his face once more and this time he took a suck on it. Unexpected, I thought, but why look a gift horse in the mouth. I let him suck on it for a few minutes before returning to his cock. I put his balls in my mouth and fingered his asshole more. He seemed like he was really getting off on this. All of a sudden he shifted his position, so that instead of lying back as an inert recipient, he was leaning over me. My work on his cock had obviously awakened some kind of deep passion in him and he started sucking me like he'd been doing it for years. It genuinely was great head. I continued to work his cock with my mouth and tongue but with one hand wrapped around my dick he jerked his head forwards and backwards several times, swallowing the whole length of my dick as he did so. It felt amazing and I stopped momentarily to watch him and enjoy this new sensation. It was like at this moment this straight guy was so hungry for cock, he couldn't help himself. I could feel myself near to cumming, but he was closer and told me so. I put my mouth around his dick and swallowed his load. I licked it gently til he was clean and he immediately started to move towards his clothes. I lay on the bed with my head over the bottom of the bed. He stood above my face and with a little laugh he brought his cock down into my mouth again. He looked so fit from that angle; I was a few inches away from the underside of his balls, slackening cock and peachy ass cheeks and crack. He watched me as I finished myself off in my hand, cumming all over my belly, then he headed for the door. For a guy with so little experience of being touched another guy, he had been a generous lover, but I could tell that once his clothes were back on he was thinking about what he had done and what that meant in terms of his sexuality. I could see the guilt written on his face when I asked his name and he just muttered inaudibly. He would now likely do what I had done when I first started fooling around with guys; feel like shit because pretty much the whole of society thinks there is something wrong with you for liking cock and tells you so, particularly working class areas where I imagine he lived, and where I had lived while growing up. I hoped he could hold on to how good he felt during our encounter and wouldn't beat himself up too much about it. Don't let years go by just wanking yourself when someone is willing to touch you and give you comfort and pleasure, I thought. But he removed his advert from Craigslist pretty much as soon as he got home, which made me think he was struggling to come to terms with the fact he had sucked some guy's cock.
Instead of satiating me, this encounter had the effect of making me feel even more horned up, but I was kind of out of options as no-one was responding to the dick pics I was sending to Craigslist ads. I didn't want to wank off again, I wanted to feel someone's body against mine. I decided that next morning I'd text a double glazing salesman that I'd met several times over the last couple of years to see what he was up to. He's probably around 40 years old and permanently horny.
I texted John during the working day so that his wife wouldn't be around to get suspicions. I don't text him very often, maybe three times a year, because I know he is so busy working and fucking his wife and a string of women all over Central Scotland, where he travels with his job. Most times he is too busy visit, but he often asks me to let him know when I've cum if he knows I'm going to have a wank. He is the definition of a horny fucker. Quite handsome and very masculine, but also so promiscuous that he will literally fuck any hole that is offered to him! As well as meeting up we've had telephone sex before; he wanted to listen to me as I wanked and brought myself to orgasm. I've also fucked his arse and he fucked mine, which we both enjoyed. He took a photo during that encounter and emailed it to one of the women he shags. Not his wife, who doesn't know how much sex he is getting. I think he is probably a sex addict, but who am I to judge given I was looking for my third cock in three days?!
'Hey man, Happy New Year. Hows it going?' I started. If John responds quickly, I know there's the chance of some kind of interaction, even if it is only a few filthy texts.
'Magic, you?' Excellent, a quick response!
'Not bad at all mate. 2 weeks without a wank, proper horned up now'
'I couldn't go 2 hours without a wank, never mind 2 weeks'
'Yeah man, ur a horny fucker, wish I could take a load from you today'
'That would be nice' (Wasn't sure if that meant he could, so figured best to try and get him really worked up if possible to increase the odds.)
'Might toss off now thinking about the time we fucked each other. Hard as...'
A slightly longer delay then: 'Are you free today?' (I've hit the jackpot!)
'Yeah, what time can you cum?'
'Probably mid afternoon'
'OK man, I'll be ready for your cock this afternoon. Already hot thinking about it.'
'Might not be able to make it if work calls'
'OK, was hoping to have your cock up my arse but will try not to get hopes up too high! Let me know tho, cheers'
'If I'm at yours I'll gladly fuck toy'. Toy? I thought.
'you', he corrected himself with his next text.
Just before 2pm I got a text saying 'Be at yours 2.30ish don't have a lot of time'
'Cool. C u soon'
'Good'
When John arrived, smart and clean-shaven as he always is, he asked to use the bathroom. "Sure", I said, "and I might watch you". He obviously was not into that; "Go through to the bedroom and get yourself ready", he said, so I had to leave him to it.
I put some different porn on the laptop for John. A bunch of army recruits, male and female, all really good looking, all sucking and fucking each other, regardless of whether they're male or female. I have tossed off to this many many times. I would love to meet up with a soldier in uniform!
I lay on the bed with my head over the end of it, just as I had done yesterday to get that incredible view of the guys dick, balls and ass crack, hoping that John would give me the same view. I watch him as he undresses. He's put on a few pounds over Christmas, but so have I. He still looks fit. "I haven't got much time", he says. You never have, I think, but it would have been churlish to say it because I didn't care. I was just glad this stud had travelled all the way here to have sex with me when he's not short of offers. His manliness attracts me more I guess.
He walks towards my head but doesn't just stand there and feed his cock into my mouth. He leans forward so that he can take my semi-hard cock into his mouth too. Man, he is good at sucking cock, I take some pride knowing that mine was the first cock he sucked, during one of our first encounters a couple of years ago. Prior to that, he had only allowed guys to suck him off. I do have quite a nice cock though, even if I do say so myself, ha ha. Anyway, I get complimented on it a lot.
John's cock takes an unusually long time getting hard as I lick around it (I half wonder if he has already played with someone today). He shifts position so that I can also suck on his balls and lick his ass, which I know gets him really worked up. I'm guessing his wife doesn't lick his ass. His manly, shaved arse is moving suggestively for my tongue, like a kite on a windy day. I love that expression, which I first read in one of my dad's porn paperbacks when I was a teenager with a permanent hard-on.
Anyway, back to the action. John was sucking my cock so amazingly. I pulled his body closer against mine not so much to try to get my dick deeper into his mouth, but more than that I want to feel the heat exchange between our bodies as his skin pressed down on my skin. It's making my own lust rise even more. His cock soon gets as hard as it can possibly be. It's smaller than mine, maybe not quite six inches, and it's thinner than mine, but he sure does know how to use it. Yeah, I definitely want him to fuck me today I thought as I continue licking his man hole and fingering him, then sucking his balls and taking his cock all the way into my mouth. After several minutes in this position, and wary of him having to leave quickly I say "Fuck me".
"Is that what you want?" he asks.
"Yeah, I want your cock up my arse. There's a condom there. Get some lube on."
I have only been fucked a few times in my life because I came to man sex so late and tended to want to be top with guys. I know my ass is tight and it will hurt but I want it so much and I can be grateful that his cock is smaller than mine. "Stand here", he says, pointing to the spot in front of the full length mirror. But I know that's not why he's chosen that spot. He's wants to do it standing there so he can also get the best view of the laptop sitting on the shelf, which is showing those horny army men and women fucking each other with free abandon. He's going to imagine we're in that movie while he's fucking my arse.
I bend over and expose my hole but he struggles at first to work his dick into it and the pain is excrutiating. "More lube!" I say. The extra lube helps him to get his cock up my tight passage; it still hurts but it's not unbearable. I watch in the full length mirror as our hips come together and he starts fucking me gently. "Come on, fuck me", I say, pulling him towards me with one hand. I'm not used to anal sex but today I want it rough and hard for some reason. After five minutes of pretty hard fucking, he's so worked up that he starts with almost rape-like thrusts. I'm still bent over but I have to gasp for breath and steady myself with my hands on the floor in front of me. I'm not sure how much more my ass can take, it's tingling now. Suddenly John pulls out and says "where do you want it?", meaning his cum.
"Down my throat", I say, as he pulls the condom off his cock and tosses it on the carpet. I kneel in front of him as he gives himself the few final tugs he needs. "Lick my balls", he orders, and then moans when I do so. He shoots his spunk into my willing mouth. Not a big load, I thought, but nice.
Immediately he starts getting ready and saying he has to head back to work. I molest him playfully as he starts putting his clothes back on. "I want to fuck YOU again", I say.
"You will".
"Thanks for being my first fuck of the year."
He laughs. "Thanks for being mine. Well, man anyway."
And he breezes off, happy to have emptied his balls but in search of more pleasure no doubt. Horny bastard. I'm going to fuck you as hard as you fucked me when I get a chance, I think as I contemplate how sore my arse is. Next day, it's still sore. Man your arse is going to get it next time I see you. Come back soon...
Fast forward a few days and I'm thinking I've got the drive for sex out of my system, but I get a reply to my craigslist ad offering to suck off a guy. I don't think it will lead anywhere but anyway I pass on my mobile number and a few hours later I get a text asking if I'm up for a meet. He's local to my area and we arrange a meeting for later the same evening.
Lee is in his mid 20s, a little overweight and quite shy. He stinks of cigarette smoke and he isn't terribly attractive with some unkempt facial hair. But he's actually quite a nice guy. I start sucking him off, he lies stiff as a board, not saying anything and careful not to touch me at all. Unexpectedly he says "You can get your cock out if you want". Strange, I thought he'd be too straight to try that, I think to myself, but I oblige. He takes my rapidly hardening cock in his hand and starts frigging it violently. Not enjoying that at all, I loosen myself from his grip and go back to work on his cock. It's a decent thickness with a nice helmet, around 6" long. I present him with my cock but not wanting it frigged I ask "do you want to try sucking it?". He doesn't answer, but brings his open mouth towards the head of my dick. Not wanting to cum too soon, I return to work on his cock, but every now and again I offer him my dick and after that first taste he takes it in his mouth every time. Mostly, however, I'm working on his cock and trying to get him off but I'm having to work so hard to make it happen. I finger his hole. He seems turned on and actually puts his hand on my back, but he seems no closer to cumming. My mouth is starting to ache. I put my cock in his mouth again to give myself a break. Real straight boys are so bad at sucking cock its almost laughable. But I also find it incredibly hot watching their awkwardness and the thought that they've turned cocksucker for me; that my cock is the first he's ever had in his mouth. After a few more minutes I say "If you don't stop sucking, I'm going to cum in your mouth".
"I don't mind", he says, without missing a beat. My spunk flies into his mouth and he swallows every last drop of it.
I go back to work on his cock and continue to feel like I'm getting nowhere. "Do you think you'll cum?" I ask him.
"I don't know. I'm just a bit nervous", he states, "I've never been with a guy before".
'And yet you've sucked me off and swallowed my spunk', I think to myself, marvelling at the flexibility of straight guys these days, which I partly attribute to the easy availability of porn of every persuasion. My mouth is aching now, and my whole body is starting to ache. I make a move to find a comfier position.
"Are you giving up?", he asks. "I don't mind". I think he's enjoying it, just that he has low self-esteem and expects me to give up now I've cum. Which is probably what I would have done in my early days of man fun, when guilt, shame and orgasm felt inseparable to me.
"I'm just getting more comfortable", I reply. "I don't like giving up on a semi-hard cock". He laughs quietly and I go back to working on his cock and balls and I stick the index finger of my right hand up his arse and start playing with it again. "Do you like getting your arsehole played with?" I ask.
"Yeah".
I'm lying with my face between his legs, licking and sucking his balls and lightly touching (but not fingering) his arse hole. His legs go up to afford me better access and he starts wanking himself lightly. Doing it this way, I can see that he may well manage to cum after all. After several more minutes he tells me he's about to cum and I place my mouth over his dick and accept his load. I told him I wouldn't be giving up. It took almost a whole hour of sucking to get him to blow, I don't ever recall a guy lasting so long, it was actually quite hard work. I couldn't be a sex worker, I think to myself as he's leaving; tiredness overcomes me and I head to bed but have a fitful night's sleep.
Next day, again I'm thinking I don't need any sex today when I get a text from Ali asking if he can come round in the next hour or so. Ali is an Asian guy I've met three times before. There was a big gap in between visits two and three (ten months) but visit three was just before Christmas, so I wasn't expecting to see him again for a few months. He must have enjoyed it last time, I figure, so I follow a similar pattern when he comes - a huge amount of passionate snogging, lots of hugging and intense body contact, he gives me a little suck (he's not very good at sucking cock, he's all teeth and my cock is generally quite sensitive) and I give him a big suck, as well as licking his balls and pinching his nipples then moving to show his arse some attention too.
Ali is in his 30s and is quite powerful looking, not overweight but chunky. You can tell he uses a gym (that may even be his cover story to find time for his visits with me, I figure). His cock is kind of average in size and girth, 6" I guess, but it stays rock hard for the duration of his visit and it feels powerful like the rest of him when he thrusts with it, though it's frottage-type stuff we do together, rubbing against each other rather than penetration. I think he'd give as hard a fuck as John, but my arse is still sore and I'm not up for that just yet. Ali's face looks as though it has a little puppy fat which makes him look younger somehow, and he has a goatee type beard. I like seeing the contrast of his dark, smooth skin pressed against the paleness of my too white skin, it's very sexy. Ali moans passionately almost the whole of our encounter. He kisses as if he is kissing a woman, no holding back because I'm a man. It gets me very hot and worked up. But all good things must come to an end and eventually after half an hour of passion, I can feel Ali's cock thicken in my hand and I put it in my mouth to accept his seed, of which there is a lot.
He sits at the edge of the bed for a second before getting up and I sit behind him with my arms around him briefly. His cock is still rock hard. "I wish you could cum twice in a row", I said. He laughed and stood up. "You have a such a nice bubble butt", I complimented, to his apparent embarrassment. He's wearing trackie-bottoms and his cock is still sticking straight out, forming an tent to be proud of. I give it a rub before he adjusts himself, then he's off back to his family and I'm left alone again. I wonder if I'll see him again next month, or will it be another ten months before he returns? In the mirror in the bathroom I see my face flushed from the encounter, and my lips are red from all of the kissing. Emotionally, that was the most satisfying of my recent encounters even though I didn't cum myself.
I started this by saying I don't know what's wrong with me; I don't think I've never seen five guys in such a short space of time before. By writing it all down I can see now that at least part of this uncontrollable urge for sex came from a desire for intimacy and closeness, having returned from a busy household to an empty flat. Getting fucked hard by John only partially filled that hole (pardon the pun). Kissing Ali felt healing. I wished again that I had a regular married guy to fool around with, someone who could come round at least once a month for some cock fun and passionate snogging: I think of Ray again. THE best cocksucker ever. A handsome, horny guy. And a beautiful, big cock. Where are his emails saying 'fancy getting sucked off right now?' Where even is he now, I wonder? Who is giving him those loads of cum he craves? And taking his loads from that immense cock when he can't find a woman? Wish it was me again.