Morning AND Night

I'm a morning person and he's not.  Unfortunately, that just sucks sometimes and not in a good way.

So I'm usually up at 5 or 6 in the morning.  Sometimes I wake up with such a huge bone that I can't help but jerk out a load.  Right there.  With Kevin in bed next to me snoring lightly...  and sometimes not so lightly.  Either way, I can fist my cock furiously and shake the bed and he won't wake up. 

But just a couple of days ago (last weekend, in fact) it was slightly different.  I was horned up and needed something more.  Sure we talked about it and we've both said it's a big fantasy to have a guy attack you in the middle of the night when you're asleep and rape your hole.  But the reality is, I'd probably slap the bitch if that happened.  And he would too.  But the idea of rolling him over and just shoving it in got me even harder.  So I was lying there all in my head working up a load without even touching myself when I turned to him and saw that he was hard as a rock, on his back, cock sticking straight up.

Eh, fuck it.  It'll be close enough.

Got the lube and lubed up my hole.  Then started to play with his cock.  His eyes fluttered open as his arms twisted and flexed over his head and his back arched in a big stretch.  He was still in a bit of a fog, but I used the opportunity to tug down his boxers.  Without even thinking, he legs moved to climb an invisible ladder as they worked to kick off the boxers.

Lubed him up and straddled him and before he could even give me a half smile to acknowledge what was going on, I fucked myself on his cock.  That goofy look on his face just made me really want it.  Felt like I was taking advantage of some big dumb jock.  All the while, also running through my head was how hot his ass feels around my cock when I'm fucking him instead.  That silky feeling as I glide in and out of his hole.  The warmth of his chute.  And those rings that I press through that milk my load.  Those thoughts of me fucking him, his vague look of surprise and confusion, and me controlling his fuck so his cock hits my button just the right way loosened my load in just a few casual pops of the wrist with my paw around my shaft and I let a stream fly across his chest.

God that was good. 

He had a chuckle and we exchanged some words that I don't even remember now as I was then in a bit of a fog, myself, from the climax and then a few minutes later we were spooning and I felt his rythmic breathing once again as he fell back into a slumber. 

Fast forward half a day and he was fully alert and charged up, ready to go.  His body was aching to finish up what started in the morning so it was his turn to attack me.  I had just gotten up from an afternoon nap...  my body's way of saying "5am?  really?"  And I realized I was stirring because his hands were dancing across my chest.  He went lower and went under my shirt to start rubbing my belly.  Then up the chest again.  Then, finding his target, gave my nipple a firm pinch and twist that sent a bolt of electricity through me and slapped me awake.  He was pushing all my buttons and it was working.  I was hard as a rock while we were making out.

Frantic frenzy of stripping me of my shirt and jammies and before I knew it, he tossed me around and had me lying face down.  And when I say tossed around, I mean it.  His big meaty hands with a firm grip placed me where he wanted me.  He kicked my legs apart with his knees while he flipped the cap of the bottle of lube and that little click of the plastic top made my hole twitch.  He spread my legs so far apart that it was pretty easy to knock my knees a little higher, which made my back arch and pop my ass up a bit and expose my hole.  With that, he poured a liberal amount of lube directly onto my crack and the cool liquid made my my balls tighten up as it ran down my crack, past my sack and drip onto the sheets.

Without another warning, he aimed his cock and ripped into my hole full force shoving me deeper into the mattress.

YEOW!!  Fuck, I screamed loud and it hurt like a bitch.  I white-knuckled  the sheet and also pounded the bed with a fist to release some of the tension.  I shuddered and my body lept to try to break free, but I was immobile.  He had me pinned to the mattress, well over two hundred pounds of meat forcing me to take it.  At the same time, when he started to withdraw, my body involuntarily moved to impale itself back onto his cock.  I'm not sure if I just didn't want him to fuck me the full length of his cock or if I just really wanted it so bad despite the pain.  Either way, my hole snatched at that cock so it couldn't leave.  He took that as a sign that I was ready and assaulted my ass full force with a brutal fuck.  Almost twice my size and he let me feel it, using his full weight to hammer it home with every thrust.  It wasn't long before he was flooding my ruined ass with his load and he collapsed on top of me.  And I have to say, this was one of the rare times where I felt like I came remotely close to shooting a load without touching myself.  That final thrust and he tried to bury his load in as deep as possible and the intensity of the slap of his groin on my ass made my cock surge.  He got up back onto his knees after his head cleared, still fully impaled on me and still pretty hard as he fucked me in little strokes that finally got me off while I jerked my second load of the day out.

Later, I was cleaning up in the bathroom, wiping the cum that was leaking out of my ass with tissue when I saw that it was a heavy load of both pink and white globs.  I wasn't too surprised, it was pretty rough so I knew he tore me up and there'd be some blood.  So I came back into our room and told him.  A quick flash of worry came across his face.

"No, no, no," I said.  "I liked it. In fact, I really, really liked it."

"It's not that.  I'm just worried that means I won't get your ass again for another week."

Hmm...  read that one wrong!

Make-up sex isn't all that

I'm an optimist, so naturally I'm going to hone in on the times where the sex is incredible. After getting the comment from Loki, though, I realized that I've left out the bad parts...  and sometimes it gets ugly.

So I came home from work and was going through the mail when I noticed a letter from the city.  Apparently I'm well past due for my dog license.  Yes, for awhile, my homophobic dog was an illegal!  I let Kevin know and he really wasn't that concerned.

"I took care of it."

"Oh, so we already paid it."

"Yeah, technically you did.  I just sent it out two days ago."

"I did?  What do you mean?"

"You wrote the check!"

"No, I didn't!  I never write checks!  So if I wrote one, I think I'd know."

Well, apparently I did.  Five months ago!  I gave him the letters to send out since I didn't have stamps and he said he had some at work.  He just forgot about it until three days prior to us getting the "we've-multiplied-the-dues-times-fifty-for-being-so-damn-late" letter.

He tried to snuggle up to me later that night, but I was fuming.  It was just a long line of him being a little careless with bills.  We've had cable turned off on us so many times I can't even count.  And those things actually weren't what put me over the edge.  It was the fact that he also made his mom's dog license also late.  It's not just our things that get late in his hands, but others' too.  I just take a lot of care with other people's things.  I don't mind being a misfit with my own money, but I'll go out of my way so that anything I do doesn't affect others and it's kinda disappointing to see that he doesn't do the same.

I turned him down the next morning as well.

That evening, he offered me his ass and I got half hard...  But you hear about people making up and fucking the snot out of each other and it just doesn't happen that way with me.  I couldn't dish out a hate fuck with the guy I love.  Even when he drives me bonkers.

But we had a chat later on where I called him a misfit and he politely disagreed.  Then we had sweetly playful sex like we normally do.  Nothing glorious, nothing horrible.  Just definitely us in all our imperfections.

Well, that was a terribly unsexy story...

So, to make up for it, I think I'm going to splatter some naked pics around to distract you.  And of course, it wouldn't be complete without a cumshot:

Back to our normally scheduled fun filled raunch next weekend!

And for my third trick...

I had already jerked off once in bed and already had the cum fucked out of me earlier in the morning but he was still feeling frisky.  And apparently, so was I.

I was in the living room half-heartedly folding laundry on the couch and watching TV, probably a 1:10 ratio in favor of attending to the TV than the tube socks and chonies.  Kevin stumbled in.  I didn't even know he had woken up from his little afternoon siesta.

"So whatcha doin?"  He flopped down on the couch and proceeded to curl up next to me, head in my lap.  Fuck, I love that.  Nothing like seeing a big bulky dude just get all sweet and cuddly that makes you melt.  Love the feeling of his scratchy beard on my chest or, in this case, the weight of him on top of me, his head and upper body all in my lap and the heat emanating from him.

My dick swelled.  I was surprised.  Honestly, two loads and that's usually it for me for the day.  I can be horny as fuck, but it's not gonna get hard easily.  But today was different, I was rock hard in an just a few seconds.

"You know, just sitting here planning in my head how I'm going to rape you later tonight."

"Really?  Need help?"

"Nah, I got it all worked out."

My cock twitched.  I know he felt it.

"Horny?"

"Actually, no, I didn't think so."

"Did you jerk off?"

"Yeah, earlier in the morning.  Before you fucked the snot out of me.  That was the second load of the day."

"Really?!"

I'm not sure why he's surprised.  We've talked about it before.  I jerk off next to him while he's snoring all the time.  One hand on the iPad browing porn, the other on my dick.  I'm a bit more quiet when I cum than him.  Of course, he says I can just wake him up and blast my spunk on his face or just start fucking it into his hole, but I know better.  There's some fantasies that just work out better in your head.

"Want me to fuck another load out of you?" he asked with a bit of a grin.  I think it was a challenge.  Him to see if he can fuck another load out of me and me to see if I can even work it out.  With that, we got up and scurried upstairs.

No big gestures of foreplay this time.  He was already rock hard and so was I.  He tossed me on the bed on top of the two stains from earlier this morning, one big splotch from where dragged part of his load out my used hole when he pulled out and a smaller splotch from me spraying my load with his cock inside me (what can I say?  I'm not a shooter like he is).  We couldn't get our clothes off fast enough.  He was already pawing at me before I could get my head out of my shirt, his big hands running up and down my chest, then pushing me down onto the bed as he spread my legs apart.

He swooped down and aimed for my nipples, sucking them in hard.  They were still a bit tender from the morning and he knew it, the little fucker.  He went in hard and nibbled and twisted making me beat on his back to stop but he persisted.  Little fucker gets off on making me squirm, I just know it.

But despite the pain, I was rock hard.  Maybe cause he knows they just get extra sensitive and then just lightly breating on them after they're abused makes me tingle.  So he alternates between abuse and tenderness.

Just mere minute or so before he flew back up and reached for the lube.  Limbs everywhere.  Finally, my legs in the air, feet flat against his shoulders, and he pushed in.  It met some initial resistence before I felt it pop in.  No, I think I even heard it. That moment where your ass knows it's pointless to resist and suddenly lets go, accepting the loss.  Then that resistance again where the head is past the entry but you uselessly try to clench shut, only to feel the whole length of the invading shaft pressing by.

And that's how it continued.  A frenzy of activity.  His hands pressing down on my chest, making me sink futher into the bed and lifting my ass up to receive his fuck.  His hands on my ankles, spreading them wide.  Legs on ankles and lifted so he's fucking up into my ass suspended in air.  Legs on his shoulders while he tweaked my nipples.  Limbs everywhere as he fucked and fucked.

He abruptly pulled out.  Tossing both my legs to one side, he grabbed me by the waist to get my on my knees.  I was trying to put my feet inbetween his knees when he grabbed them and instead placed them on either side of him.  I knew what this was going to mean.  This spread my knees far apart and my legs even further apart, making my ass clench together and my ass low, almost lying belly to the bed.  He was going to really give it to me.  Then, hands on my shoulders, he leaned in and impaled me with one rough motion.  And he fucked me mercilessly until he let out a roar and shot his load deep inside me.  I could feel his big breaths as he was coming and he was pressing deep inside me, as deep as he could, while his cock pulsed and shot its load.  While he was coming back down, my ass wanted it bad so it started to buck against his still hard cock.  Without even knowing it, my ass had a mind of it's own, gyrating until it got the right angle where his cockhead was pushing up against the prostate. A couple of rocks and it was fucking itself against Kevin's dick and made me shoot my load quickly before Kevin could even catch his breath, just a few drops of cum adding to the small stain from earlier in the morning.

He collapsed on top of me and I could feel his smile as he got off on the sexual power of fucking a third load out of me in such a short span.  It was intense.  Animalistic. Not sweet and nice like earlier.  But equally hot.

He's a stud...

He had me on my back with my legs in the air.  And he grabbed my ankles tightly, spreading them out past shoulder width, held them firmly, pulling them to him on the downstroke and then pushing them slightly away on the retreat as his cock jabbed into my tight hole.  The effort was a sight that took me over the edge quickly.  A strong man with his chest and arms prominently displaying his muscles furling and unfurling underneath, my eyes feasted on the display of strength and masculinity as I felt it probing deep inside me from my twitching hole to his meaty paws gripping my ankles... both driving heat and lust to my core.  And it was there as I was getting nailed hard that I thought, "Fuck, he's such a stud."

Every now and then, I catch a scene from our xtube videos that surprises me.  It's different knowing he's a fuck stud and seeing it in action.  And I think that's why I voiced something aloud to him I've been thinking about for awhile. I want to watch him fuck a guy.  Really own another guy's ass and hammer it home.  Do what he does best.  And I don't even have to be involved.  Just to watch him in action is hot enough. 

Yeah, I've jokingly told him that anything he does is fine with me as long as he takes pics.  But now I really mean it.

So...  Anyone in LA want to volunteer?  And can host?  ('Cause doing it on our bed will just be weird...  for the first time at least.)

Ha!

The Conversations We Have...

Here's a recount of a rather random/interesting conversations we had:

"... and he's latin," I said.

"You know what THAT means.  Uncut," he said, dropping the word with a long, trailing yearning that made my cock perk in interest.

Then silence.  Kept on driving (we were driving to Baskin Robbins to get some ice cream after dinner).  Thought about it a bit and suddenly said, "Well, I was going to say 'and long as fuck', but I don't know if that's true.  Juan was big...  and thick."  Juan was the guy that robbed me of my cherry.  Well, that's not exactly true, but that's a different story.  He was 21 at the time. 

"Yeah, but with you at 14, anything would have looked long and thick."

"That's true. And I'm trying to think of the other latin guys I've been with but I don't really remember."  Which wasn't exactly true either.  A guy I had a major unrequited crush on since high school fooled around in the sack with me in Vegas on one drunken night about five year ago.  Eh.  I'm sure he wouldn't mind.  We hardly did anything before we both passed out.

"Oh, I do remember one guy, but I don't really remember how long he was.

"So way back when Dave and I were together, he had this friend from high school that all of his other (straight) friends would make fun of for being gay even though he claimed to be straight.  But he was a total womanizer, total man-whore with tricks all over the place.  Sorta like Rob." Rob is Kevin's former colleague that had a penchant for "chocolate thunder," big black women with asses that vehemently reverberate with a clash when your groin slaps against their ass during a rough, hard fuck.  That is, before he realized that chasing young boys was a helluva lot less work.

"Anyway, little did we know, all the kidding around really affected this guy and he started to question his sexuality.  It wasn't like hard core bullying.  I mean, all his friends new Dave was gay, so it wasn't a big thing.  But I guess it hit a nerve.

"So one day, he comes over drunk as hell and starts confessing all of this, right?  And then he tells us he wants to find out once and for all and felt like we were the best, safest way to figure it out."

"And you did it?"

"Well, yeah.  I mean, I didn't think anything of it.  I thought it was kinda funny, actually.  Nothing more than a fun experiment.  And I looked over at Dave and he smiled and was all for it.  Until it started to happen and he freaked out in the corner while I had to finish the job."

"Well, duh.  You can't expect to do things like that with a friend and not have it feel awkward and alter the relationship."

"Yeah, they didn't talk for awhile after that.  I'm not sure about now.

"But back to my point.  So this guy's latin and I don't know how big he was because he never got fully hard."

"Not even a little?"

"Well, is sorta chubbed up a little.  Maybe 25% hard?  And you know how it is.  Some guys at 25% is the same as 100% in terms of length.  Others, the difference between 25 and 100% is like a mile!"

"Like me!"

"Exactly, so I can't tell.  I went in for a kiss, but that was off the menu.  So I went down on him and, yes, uncut, but not sure what else.  He was soft for awhile.  His arm was over his eyes like he was trying to block out thing.  Dave was freaking out in the corner.  And then out of the blue, Dave's friend was like 'Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I'm sorry."  And right when he pried my head off, he shot all over the place."

"Yeah, he's not straight."

"But he wasn't hard."

"The first time is one of two things: rock hard or totally soft but hot and exciting.  He was probably really drunk and nervous."

And with that, we finished the last bite of the banana split we each had and hopped back in the car.  And yes, that's how the conversation went.  Except I took out the the places where we broke from the story to get out of the car, stand in line, place our order, and chow down.  You guys don't need to know exactly what I eat.  I DO like to keep some things private.  Ha!

Houseguests

With the squeaky bed, the homophobic dog, and the guest bedroom directly underneath our room, sex is usually out of the question when we have guest staying for the week.  Of course, when you're horny after a long week at work and trying to be good, all bets are off.

Kevin flopped down on the bed.  It was Friday and he just got in from work, shucked off his shoes and crashed into the bed next to me.  He was still in his work clothes.  No tie today, but a dress shirt that somehow stretched across his chest in a way to show off his alert nipples, straining against two layers of cloth.  A sight enough to make me break away from the iPad and look over.

"Doing your one-handed reading?" he asked with a smirk?  I'm not sure what gave it away.  Maybe it was my one hand that was idly squeezing my cock through my gym shorts...

"Hey, you like to watch your porn and I like to read it."  I've tried to sell him on the talent that some of the bloggers have on turning a phrase, even if the subject matter leans to the prurient.  Well, okay.  Maybe that's a little disingenuous.  It's smut, but man.  It's damn good smut.

"We can make our own porn..."

My ears perked up at that!

Long pause before I abandoned the iPad to the nightstand and leaned in for a deep kiss...  and then abruptly pulled away.

"Is she down there?" I asked.

"I don't know, but her rental is parked outside."

"I didn't see her when I came in, but that was awhile ago."

"Yeah, I think she's home."

Fuck it.  I pulled him back towards me by his shirt and started unbuttoning them.  It was a frantic grab of clothes as we disrobed each other.  And when we finally touched chest to chest, skin on skin, the feeling was electric.  He held me tight in his powerful arms with our lips locked, hungrily trying to consume each other, ravenous having artificially starving ourselves from each other's touch.

He tried to roll me over onto my back, but I stopped him.  I instead grabbed his and started to flip him onto his stomach.  I felt his smile start on his lips as we broke away from our embrace.

I reached under him with one arm and hugged him tight as I nuzzed against his neck.  My knees on either side of him forced his legs together as my insistent cock nestled naturally along his crack.  My other arm reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lube.  Quick flip of the cap and I released him from the embrace.  Used my hands as leverage on his shoulder, pushing him further into the mattress as I raised myself up to lube us up.  No romantic gestures as I sank my cock deep inside him.  Pausing slightly when I felt resistence, but not letting up the pressure until I was balls deep.

He moaned when I hit bottom.

Then the slow withdrawl, before I shoved it back in.  No more resistance.  His body wanted it as much as me.

So I did it again.  Slow withdrawl and the quick slam inside.

It was deliberate.  Not just so that he could feel every inch of me, but to minimize the movement and the noise.  But it wasn't enough.  He reached up and held onto the headboard to keep it steady and minimize the impact of each thrust on the frame of the bed.  He also started to meet my every downstroke.  But my lust overwhelmed me.  I lost track of how much noise I made, but far too quickly, I felt my cum start to boil in my balls and spill out deep inside him.  I fucked it in deeper, just in case he didn't feel it.

And then I collapsed back onto his back.  My heart pounding so hard that I felt it bounce off him and back onto my body.

Then the fog lifted.

"Wanna wash up for dinner?"

Ha!  He showered first and then came back to let me know that I ruined his ass.  It didn't hurt, but there was a bit of blood intermingled with the cum.  I felt bad...  that is until he mentioned how he loves getting long-dicked like that.  Eh, he'll get his revenge soon.  Ha!

Oh, and she was home when we fucked.  But, of course, there's no polite way of asking if our fucking bothered her...

His Fourth!

Being the cum freak that I am, I wish I was a heavy cummer.  I can recharge pretty quickly after jerking off, but it's not much of a load.  And it gets less and less after every round.  Kevin, the fucking stud that he is, has been blessed with both talents.

I got home after a long day of running errands and walked into the bedroom with Kevin sprawled out watching TV.  I saw the cumrag at foot of the bed.  I snatched it up and it was still a little wet, but I took in a big sniff.  Fuck, I love the smell of cum!

"Damn you.  How many times did you jerk off?" I asked.

"Three...  So far!"

"I want you to fuck a heavy load in me!"

"You don't have to worry about that.  You know I have a fourth in me."

It's true.  And his fourth is going to be just as big as his first.

I kinda expected it.  We recently fell into a box of porn.  Yes.  A box.  More than half of it was some solo stuff and the other was a miscellany of things like the Bait Bus, some leather titles and a twink comp.  And we're no stranger to porn.  Over the course of a decade, we've accumulated hundreds of titles.  We had some VHS tapes which we redubbed into DVD format.  Then we converted those to stream over our network.  We have terabytes of the stuff.  But with xTube, we sorta lost interest since you can get lost for days there if you had the time.  And for me, the average joe amateur stuff is more interesting anyway. But when we were given a box of new DVD titles, who were we to refuse?  I got to say, after watching so much amateur stuff, it was nice to see steady shots with good lighting.  And porn stars with bodies to die for.

Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked.  Kevin found a jail scene in the box that he apparently can't get enough of.  I've turned on the DVD player a couple of times this past week and found the resume point to be that scene.  I agree.  The scene is hot.  Of course, I'm more into the heavily inked top and he likes the squeaky clean bottom.  But I wasn't too surprised that he jerked off to it three times over the course of the five hours that I was gone for.

But I also didn't mind testing his limits to see if his fourth load would be as big as he said it'd be.

I crawled into bed with him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him so his head was snuggling against my chest.  I just love hold onto him that way.  Like a little kid just snuggling up to me.  His hands travelled across my chest and landed on my nipple.  He then decided to reach under and play with them a bit.  They were still a little sore from the last time we played so I gasped when I felt him squeeze.  He raised himself up and kissed me hard.  We just spent a long time making out, enjoying the lazy Saturday afternoon with each other, building up intensity as the minutes wore on.

Now that he's found that my nips are wired, he's a bit evil.  He loves feeling me squirm under him and how hard I get even when he's at his worse.  They're already sensitive from the previous time, so he just wanted to feel me writhe underneath him as he used his beard to scrape across them lightly or feel me shiver from his hot breathe dancing on the surface.  And then he chewed.  Hard.  To the point where I heard myself cry out in a childish whine.  Something that sounded so foreign even though it was coming from my mouth.

And then he lubed himself up, rested my ankles on his shoulders, and drove his cock home inside my ass.  We had been going at it for awhile now, so he knew he didn't have to go easy.  My will was loose even though my hole was tight.  And he wanted me to get even tighter as he twisted my nipples while inside me.  He even groaned when that happened.  He loved the control he had over my body, turning a knob to make my body respond until he reached grip around his cock that he liked.

It was so intense that I could feel his cock get more and more slippery in my hole.  He doesn't precum much, but I felt it flow this time as his cock glided in and out of my hole with less and less resistance.  And right when I thought he would blow, he ripped his cock from my ass leaving me feeling empty for a second...  right before his mouth dove for my nipples and bit it hard, hard enough for me to start pounding against his back trying to claw at him.  Then, without warning, he got up and shoved his cock in my ass, causing me to buckle in another way with my legs kicking out at the sudden sensation.  He quickly grabbed them, grabbed my ankles and spread them wide while he fucked into my hole.  He used my legs to guide my hole to where he wanted me.  Lifting up sometimes, pushing them back.  And I felt his grip tighten as his body began to shake.  He was on the verge of exploding.  And with one thrust as deep as he could, he unloaded into my ass.  My ass was a wreck, but I felt every twitch as his load pulsed into me.  Two quick strokes of my cock and I came over my belly.

He was right.  It was a heavy load.   He couldn't stay in long before it felt like I just had an enema shot into me.  I ran into the bathroom and expelled his load.  Wiping up, I was clean as a whistle, but man, I felt like I was wiping up a huge mess.  And the toilet had a huge load floating around.  The bed sheets still showed a puddle from when he pulled out and some escaped.  And then, two hours later, I had another sudden urge and expelled the last of his load. 

"Did you just get rid of my little ones?" he asked when I walked back into the room after the second trip. 

"Yeah, stubborn little suckers."

"Told you.  You didn't have to worry."

Which reminds me.  Anyone want to sniff the cumrag and see what I'm talking about?   It's just one day's worth but damn is it crusty!

Wired Nips

Your body changes over time.  Some things aren't so pleasant.  I don't enjoy bottoming in the same way as I used to.  It used to be a physical experience more than emotional and now I think it's the other way around.  And my nipples, which were always fun to play with now seemed to be wired to my dick.

Kevin and I have always like teasing each other.  He likes to see me squirm as he tickles me and I like seeing him jerk away from me every now and then when I twist his perky nipples.  And it was during one of those playful sessions where he realized that pinching my nipples actually made my dick respond.  He always knew they liked being played with, but it's different now.  You can visibly see my dick jump when you tweak them.  So he capitalized on that Wednesday morning.

I had just woken up.  A little groggy still.  And I could tell he was up for awhile.  He grabbed me and pulled me close.  We spooned for awhile, drifting in and out of sleep while he nuzzled my neck.  And what I love about him is his size.  Just the pure power of a big guy completely wrapping around you with his masculinity.  His cock was hard and insistent, though, and broke the spell.  I was a rag doll when he let go and pushed me on my back.  Half of his weight was bearing down on me when I felt his scruff scratch against my chest.  Weaving red patterns in it's wake before it rested just below my nipple.  And with his hot breath and a flick of the tongue across the nubs, I let go even further with a deep exhale.  My body wanted to absorb him to fill the spaces my lungs had vacated.  A second flick and my cock jerked alive.  A third flick and it was rock hard, pulsing with my heartbeat.  And finally, his mouth closed around the nub and sucked the point before his teeth bore down hard.  It sent a signal to my nerves that tensed my whole body down to the core of my cock and made it jump.

He had me now.  For a long time, more than what was prudent based on work schedules, he worked on my nips and had me on the edge.  I barely remembered the savage fuck that came with it, even with the pool of cum on the sheets afterwards and the bleeding in the bathroom.  I just remembered him making my body sing all the while with his hands, mouth, and beard on my nips, causing an agony not on my chest, but the hardness in my groin that wouldn't let up.

And later that day, whenever my shirt would shift a little and gently caress my nipple, I'd remember it all over again and junior would start to wake up again.

Vacation, All I Ever Wanted...

We're back!  and I wish I could say that we had our first threeway, but it never happened.  There was one promising response from a married guy that was curious and offered to be our camera man for our next xtube video, but it just didn't work out.

But don't worry, we did make a video!  I just have to edit it before posting it up.  Stay tuned!

Looking for a third

Kevin's a jealous guy.  And I didn't think I was until I met him.  I can honestly say that he's the first guy that I've been with that has made me jealous when people have thrown affection his way.  So a threeway would never work.  Even if we found a guy that we both found attractive and found us equally attractive, it'd have to be a total stranger that we met while traveling...  or at least that's what we've agreed on during our little pillow talks.

And even the first clause would be a major feat.  We're completely two different body types.  I always snicker when Kevin's quintessential bear frame and handsome, masculine face turns the heads of other bears while we're out and about.  I chuckle to myself because I know that when I expose their indiscretions by pointing out the broken neck he just caused, Kevin usually jokingly says "Ew!" He's not particularly turned on by fuzzy or beefy.  When a slim guy flirts with him, I get a little pang of jealousy.  Not much, but enough to give me pause before I move out of the picture for the flirting to continue.  Hey, I'm no cock-block.  I'm a good wingman.  As for me, I have more varied tastes, but generally am not as attracted to a guy who is skinnier than I am.  So basically, we'd have to find a toned up, but not too beefy bottom guy that's into bears and smaller asian guys.  That's just way too much work.  I've been in group situations before and someone always seems to get left out.

Then, to make sure we can concentrate on the sex, it'd have to be with a guy we don't know and most likely will not cross paths again. 

So why am I thinking about this now?  Well, we're going on vacation!  We're going to be in the pacific northwest for a week and I considered putting up an ad on craigslist.  If it works out, it'd be interesting.  I've always had a fascination with seeing Kevin top another guy (What can I say?  He's a stud and I want others to know it!).  At the same time, I'm kinda worried with what it'll do with the relationship.  It's one of those things that sounds good in theory, but will probably be a big let down.  I've had a few hookups in my day that weren't very satisfying and a threeway just seems like more variables that can end up going wrong.  We'll see!

By the way, the load count to the right is probably off.  I need to be a little more diligent about updating this blog more frequently.

Things you say... and don't say

"Fuck!  I love it when you do that!"

And I knew what Kevin was talking about.  This was right after we were playing with the new lube and I had just unloaded into his ass.  He was talking about the way I took control when I had him flat on his stomach.  I varied my angles as I pulled all the way out and then pushed it back into him with the weight of the fuck on my hands as I held him in place. The ferocity of the assault made an audible smack that reverberated through his core. Yes, he was talking about the position and then way I used my hands on his hips as leverage to hit that sweet spot that makes it feel good, but he was also talking about the aggressive nature of the session, the confident masculinity of it.

We've talked about it before.  Most guys I know wouldn't want to bottom for a guy that's tentative and unsure of himself.  And that's the problem sometimes.  Kevin's not used to bottoming (I'm one of maybe ten guys in a colorful past full of sex clubs and bars that has been able to make him bottom), so I have to take it slow sometimes.  But it's really hard to watch the guy you love grimace and not be tender.  It goes the other way around, too.  Sometimes, I lose my hardon while he's fucking me and he stop to check in on things when what I really want him to do is flip me over and pound the shit out of me...  and when he does that, he gets me hard again and I'm losing my load on the sheets quickly after.  But I get it.  You don't want to cross the line from passionate play to sadistic lust.

So even though we talk about it, it sometimes just doesn't work out.  And there are other things we haven't said to each other, but we know it just doesn't work or works way too well.  I love getting blowjobs, but he sucks really hard sometimes (to the point where I think I got a bruise/hickey on my cockhead) and I know that I can't make him cum through oral alone (no matter how hard I try, I can't get him to blow with my mouth alone...  but he knows how much I love swallowing his massive cum loads) so we don't even bother.  We haven't talked about it, but he knows my nips are wired...  and that the best way to get me going is to alternating hard play with playful licks.  He knows my back is really sensitive and I know he really gets off on the sexual power of making my body respond involuntarily, so I give in to the feelings a little more and let him tickle me even to the point of exhaustion.  I know that he might be soft when I start playing with his ass, but by the time I get my cock balls deep, he's going to be rock hard and oozing precum...  but that as far as it'll go.  I'm working on him cumming with a cock up his ass, but it's taken awhile.  I'm patient though.  Nothing like feeling a tight ass spasming around your cock when your bottom cums.

I'm sure there are other secrets...  Even after a decade of exploring.  But I'm a happy student, perpetually learning more about his body.

We still experiment... with lube

Who says couples don't experiment a decade after they start dating?  Of course, it's not as exciting as you'd think.

We were away on a weekend getaway with a couple of buddies.  All staying in separate hotels, but getting together for dinner and drinks and volleyball in the park.  On our way in, we were pretty rushed.  We both had meetings in the morning, both didn't pack until after we got back home from our meetings and then we rushed out the door to beat the Friday afternoon traffic.  When we got to our hotel and checked in, we realized we forgot one thing: lube.

Big fans of silicone-based lube here.  Wet Platinum is our favorite cause it doesn't leave a sticky mess and lasts a lot longer than the water-based counterparts.  Kinda hard to get off the sheets and off the body, but well worth it.

I know what you're thinking.  How about spit?  To be honest, rimming doesn't do anything for me these days: both giving and receiving.  And I'm just not wired the same way as I was back in my twenties.  When it hurts, it's a sharp searing pain, not a dull ache that throbs.  Just not fun.

Cum as lube?  Fuck yeah, but multiple loads are hard to pull off.

So, we ended up using the lotion in the hotel room.  It got the job done...  for Kevin at least.  He flooded my ass with his load and I was leaking out for a few hours.  But the lotion just became gummy while I was jerking off and I barely worked out a load while Kevin was fucking me.

But we did notice an adult bookstore on our way to the hotel.  We decided to stop by after lunch with our buddies.  It was a combination novelty store, video arcade and strip club and the parking lot was packed.  We both got cruised on our way in.  I think one of the guys broke his neck on his way out even.  He walked out as we were walking in and he stopped dead in his tracks and stumbled a bit.  I'm a pretty average guy, but still was a bit of an ego boost.

I checked out the lube and I just couldn't do it.  I couldn't pay $30 for a small bottle of lube that I already had at home.  But there was a bottle of Wet Cool (or something like that), a silicone fortified water-based lube with a cooling agent.  It smelled like peppermint...  and it was half the price.  We figured, it was worth a shot.

Let's just say, fucking with Icy Hot is really wierd.  We flip fucked over the course of a few hours and each time, we had to take a shower after wards.  Something weird about a tingly cock and ass. Really tingly!

Still it was fun to experiment.  We're gonna save it for a really hot summer day.  Maybe pour out the whole bottle on him and play slip and slide with our naked bodies.  I just might accidentally slip in the hole...  over and over again.

Even up the score

So, I decided to keep count.  Keeping a little scoreboard off to the side. The thing is, I can't tell if the board is just a reflection of what's happened or somehow directing what's happening next.  Kevin dumped two loads into me to even up the score.

My little "issues" cleared up and I was horny as fuck.  I knew he's not a morning person, but I also knew he gets turned on when I get really aggressive.  I woke him up by pinning him down (as much as a guy half his size can do, of course) and ramming my tongue down his throat.  He was startled awake, but I had him in place: knees on either side of him and my whole weight on my hands pressed down on his shoulders when I leaned in.  He tensed up for a quick sense from the act and then I felt him exhale and his body went limp.  At the same time, his cock twitched and he gave into lust.  After riding him a bit, I ended up on my back with our lips locked in a deep kiss when he loaded up my ass.

The next evening, he returned the favor and pounced on my while I was reading my favorite blogs.  He knew what I was reading by the tent I was pitching.  It wasn't as good as the real thing though, as I wasn't fully hard.  But I'm the same way when Kevin gets aggressive.  My body immediately responds with a surge in my cock.  He ended up pounding me pretty hard on my knees, grabbing me firmly by the waist and loudly dumping a huge load in me and kept on pumping until he fucked a load out of me as well.  Squeaky bed, barking dog, fuck it all...  he needed to unload.

Fuck that was hot.  But was that us being horny or was that me engineering it so that we could even up the load count?

Sometimes there are issues

Sometimes, we have "issues."  And no, it's not the yelling, plate-tossing kind.  It's a code phrase between us meaning my ass is off limits for awhile.  I get hemorrhoids once in awhile and it just ain't fun. 

So, when my baby got horny last weekend, it meant he had to get ready for a pretty good pounding.  To be honest, I don't think I've fucked him this many times in a month ever.  I jumped into the relationship is a versatile bottom knowing full well that he was a total top.  Over time, though, I think we changed.  I guess being together for over a decade does that.  It's even evident in the guys we lust after.  The age group we oogle over shifts more and more to the older side, thankfully.  And now, when my ass is in recovery, sometimes he just wants a good fuck no matter who's on top.

I was waking up from an afternoon nap since we were going to be at a show later that evening and I was beat from playing ball.  He noticed me stirring and grabbed my hand and rolled onto his stomach.  Even when he bottoms he's pretty aggressive.  I was still hard from a dream and put my whole weight on him while I interlaced our fingers and nuzzled his neck.  My other hand reached for the lube.  I started to tease his hole with my cock head after greasing us up.  Full contact from head to toe, my front to his back, and my cock pointing straight at his hole.  A couple of gyrations and the tip was pushing through his hole before it popped back out again.  He's really tight.  Back in and out, teasing the hole waiting for it to open up for me.  Flexed my cock and it swelled up while the tip was inside and he let out a sharp gasp.  A little too much and I had to back off.  Just for a sec.  His back arched and I waited for him to relax again.  When he breathes out, I push in hard and go balls deep and he moans.  I can feel the moan reverberate through my own body as I lie on top of him.  We were in a bit of a time crunch again so I said fuck it.  Got up a bit and grabbed him by the small of his back, put my full weight on him and hammered it into him until I shot my load.  He flipped over and was hard as a rock and we made out while he shot a huge load on his chest.  Had to take a pic of that!

And he was patient.  He waited five days before he couldn't hold back anymore.  I got home from work and he pounced on me.  He tore off my shirt, pawed at my chest, pulled me close and kissed me hard.  Shucking off my pants, he lubed up and was standing behind me.  Pushed me on the bed and when I started to flip over, he grabbed my waist, pulled me up on all four and into position.  He meant business.  And luckily, I was hungry for it too.  Hard as a rock and he could see it flopping about a bit as it pulsed and smacked my stomach a couple of times before dangling between my legs.  He slowly pushed in, but with enough pressure to let me know he wasn't going to back down.  He was beyond that now and needed my hole.  He fucked me good and I could actually feel him cumming inside me.  I could feel each pulse and it lasted awhile.  He was still hard afterwards and tried to fuck me after he regained his senses.  His thrusts glided in and out so easily I knew he dumped a massive load inside me.  At one point, I even felt his cum dripping down my balls.  That was enough to send me over the edge and he pushed in deep while I came.  I didn't cum much.  To be honest, I jerked off that morning before work.

It was intense.  And even though my "issues" are inconvenient.  It sure does make an explosive session once I'm back in the game.  And getting Kevin's sweet, tight ass in the interim makes it even hotter.  I wonder sometimes if he thinks I make it up just to get his ass.  Ha!  Don't hear him complaining though!

The ultimate pig

So, Kevin and I were in the car driving to...  I don't remember where, actually.  We started talking about the blog and how I wasn't sure if I was bending the truth with some of the details since I usually don't have time to write about it until a day or too later (but he says I'm spot on).  Then he asked what I was going to use as filler material for those days in between our trysts.  Of course, it wasn't a question, but a prelude to a list of topics as he rehashed some events from his wild days.  He broke the bed one night fucking a guy he met at a bar since he was half drunk and had a thick condom on so needed the extra roughness to push him over the edge...  then quickly kicked the poor guy outta bed after he finished.  Had a number of wild nights at the sex clubs, but never had a bathhouse experience.  A couple of funny experiences working out the language barrier when he used to cross the border for some fun.  To this day, we still sometimes grab the other's cock and, in a pleading and breathless voice, say "hurt.." in reference to a guy that he hooked up with and how turned on he was when he was fucking this bottom that would pant and gasp saying the word while stroking his hard cock.  It's a way of summing up that ultimate experience where you're spurred on by this intense feeling of sexual power in dishing out both pleasure and pain.  And of course, that led to recounting my expieriences.  Whereas he hasn't been to a bathhouse, I've been to a few (and it's funny cause we're both a little confused as to the logistics of how the other one works).  I had a relationship that went a little sour.  But, it was the perfect intersection of trust and emotional disconnect that allowed experimentation to flourish.  He knew I'd stop if it got too far and we were past the point of putting each other on a pedestal and instead just responded to each other as sexual animals.  So we got into everything like watersports, flogging, ice, wax, fisting, bondage, toys, piercings, cbt.  I found out that I can piss while fully hard during oral sex, but pissing while fucking a guy is a lot harder to pull off.  Kevin, on the other hand, hasn't quite gotten that far.  However, he's had far more experiences than me with anonymous sex and such.  Together, our experiences combined would probably make the ultimate pig.  You know, the one that would be a helluva lotta fun to meet!

Posting a couple of pics here off topic.  Lately, I've noticed that I precum a lot more.  Wasn't until this year where I noticed it.  I used to be quite envious of guys that leak.  Bit of a cum freak so I was always turned on by a guy that would gush from foreplay.  Even dated a guy briefly that leaked so much, he visibly stained his shorts from making out for five minutes...  enough precum to soak through his underwear and through denim jeans.  Don't think I'm quite like that yet, but still a bit of a surprise.  Funny how your body changes over the years.

A Nice Way To Snooze

Another late night for Kevin.  Bad for him, but great for me.  And it ended up being one of those days where it would have been nice to snooze all day.

He was up for awhile when I stirred in the morning.  I was in a bit of a fog as I stumbled out of bed hoping it was later than 5am, which is the time I usually wake up in the mornings (without an alarm clock).  Zombie walked to the bathroom and had to lean against the wall to take a leak.  Still was pretty hard when I washed up and walked back to bed with Kevin there laying face down and his ass wiggling at me.  I knew what that meant.

I stripped before hopping on and sliding his boxers down.  He helped me halfway through and kicked them off and then pulled his shirt off.  Before he laid down again, I wrapped both arms around him from behind in a tight embrace.  We flopped down with my whole weight on top of him and stiffy wedged between his ass.  Feeling his heat from head to toe, skin on skin all the way down to our feet and squeezing him tight made my cock drool.  It wasn't long before I was humping him, kissing the back of his neck and feeling his soft hair in my face.  My cock found the hole and I slowly entered.  I felt him stiffen up for a second and backed out.  Thrusting softly and teasing his hole while I squeezed him to my chest even tighter.  And that's when he let go and with a sigh sucked me into him all the way, balls deep.  I just laid on top of him for a second, enjoying the warmth of being inside him while the cool morning air nipped at my back.  Then slow rocking, in and out...  all the way out before fucking it back in.  I wanted him to feel the length of my shaft. He was breathing heavy and as I was still holding him tight to my chest, I can feel the deep moans reverberate through his body.  When it came time to flood his ass, I pushed in as deep as I cold and held still so he could feel each pulse as I shot five or six squirts of juice into him.  And we stayed like that for a good half hour.  Enough for us to both doze off for a bit.  I started to come back when I felt myself softening up and being pushed out.

Great way to start the day, but we had to get going and go to work. Sure wish we could have stayed like that the whole day.  Feeling his warmth; him feeling my warmth from the inside and out.  And just losing time staying connected.

Flip Fucking

As a versatile guy, the idea of flip fucking is hot.  But there are some drawbacks.  The problem is, you gotta train yourself not to lose interest after you cum.

So the day after our morning quickie, I was horny, but I also knew we didn't have that much time.  I had just gotten in from playing ball and we just had an hour or so before we had to get ready to go to a concert that night.  I decided to go for it anyway.  And Kevin loves it when I take control.

After I rinsed off to get the grime off me from playing ball, I walked into the bedroom naked with towel over my shoulder which I quickly threw into a corner.  Without a word, I walked up to him in bed and started to pull down his boxers.

"Oh!"

Grabbed the lube and by the time I applied it to his hole and my cock, he was rock hard.  Love that.  He went to soft to fully hard in like ten seconds.

I knew we didn't have that much time, so it was a no-nonsense fuck.  Got him to the position that I like: him flat on his stomach and me on top.  Grabbed him by the waist with one hand and put my full weight on the small of his back on the other while I guided myself in and shot a load deep inside him.  Right after, while I was still coming down from the rush, he pushed me off him and revealed his hard cock which was looking for a hole to fill.  And since I hadn't gotten his load in about a week, I wanted it bad.

Although I've since trained myself to get horny pretty quick after I shoot, it still takes me a few minutes before I get hard.  And the sweet guy that he is, Kevin sometimes loses the moment worrying if he's hurting me.  Funny thing is that if he'd stop worrying about hurting me and actually do it, actually drill my ass mercilessly after having just came myself, I'd probably get hard and lose another load.

It took a couple of false starts but finally he got the picture and flipped me onto my knees and drilled me hard, losing a huge load up my guts.

And here's the second problem.  By the time he's done, I'm just ready to get started again.  Too bad we didn't have much time, but probably good for him since his poor ass would have had to get another pounding otherwise.

Congruent Desires

So the great thing about being in a relationship is that you're in tune with each others' desires.  You're also a little blunt about what you want.  But the bad thing is.. that you're in tune with your partner's desires.

I love morning sex.  He needs a little time before he can get going.  I run out of steam by mid-afternoon and just want to relax.  Couple that with always scheduling time doing other things and sometimes you just are out of sync when it comes to getting frisky.  But at the same time, it's really hot when you're both raring to go.

Friday night was kinda bad for Kevin.  He was up all night with the dogs barking and trying to settle them down.  So by the time morning rolled around, he was up for a few hours.  That still caught me by surprise when he noticed me stirring and decided to pounce on me.  He attacked me with his tongue, kissing me hard before pulling back.

"Wanna fuck me?"

He had that wicked smile and just grabbed my cock, which was already hard with morning wood.  That little mischievous look always drives me crazy.

Still waking up, I fumbled for a bit, shedding my shirt and jammies while he got the lube.  I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down revealing his hard cock that sticks straight up when he's on his back.  He gave me that devilish grin again while I lubed myself up, a grin that drew me in for a hard kiss.  He lifted his legs when I leaned in and my cock naturally rested against his hole while we made out.  Right on the hole.  And the harder we made out, the looser he got and I felt myself entering him.  He'd tighten up for a second before loosening up again and I'd go in another half inch.  Another hard squeeze around my throbbing cock, but I didn't let up the pressure.  Instead, I grabbed his head for a deeper kiss and that was enough.  He opened up and his hole swallowed the rest of my cock, sucked me in deep and the warmth was incredible.  Still pretty tight, I felt his ass spasm and throb around the base of my cock while I was balls deep.

"Fuck!  C'mon.  Fuck me"

Problem was, we went out drinking the night before and I was a little dehydrated.  And I felt my quads on my left leg seize up.  Kevin didn't notice and he didn't care.  He grabbed my thigh and pushed me back and forth to get the fucking motion going.  I leaned in for another kiss.  I just didn't want to break the mood to ask for a break while my leg worked itself out.  And he stroked my back while we made out for a second.  I love that.  It's really sensitive and send me up the wall.  That was enough.  I sat up, pushed his legs back up in the air and hammered it into him and it wasn't long before I shot my load.  Actually, it was embarassingly quick.  As I shot my load into him, I started to convulse a bit.  And while my body was still shaking from the intensity of it all, I couldn't help but laugh at how quickly I shot.

Keving started to stroke himself off while I was still inside.  I was rocking in and out, careful not to pull too far out as I was softening a bit, but he just couldn't get comfortable with his legs in the air.  So I pulled out and started making out some more.  And it wasn't long before he was going to shoot.  He moaned into my mouth while I pulled him in closer and I felt his body tremble under me.  Four hard convulsions that rocked the bed.  Pulling back, he shot a huge load up his chest and a huge mess was all over his tummy.  Being the cum freak as I am, I had to pull out my phone and take a couple of pics of the huge load.  Hope you like 'em!

Still great when you're both horny and things work out.  And I still chuckle at how fast I shot.

Our homophobic dog

The cute and loving four-legged rescue from the shelter is a homophobe.  I thought it was just a phase, but nope.  A decade later and he's still tries to butt in and regulate.

Okay, so I may be exaggerating a bit.  He's just a really jealous dog and I'm sure being abandoned a couple of times didn't help.  So when I got him for my partner, he clung to him like socks on polyester pants and did not want to let go.  Kevin just looks at me and Fido starts barking up a storm.  Kevin lays a hand on my thigh and it's over.  Fido wiggles in between us to keep us six inches apart.  It's his duty.  I mean, we have to be respectable.  What will the neighbors think!?  And when Kevin and I do succumb to the desires of the flesh, we have to lock Fido out or else our toes and ankles will suffer the consequences.  Little sharp teeth nipping at your extremities just doesn't aid in feeling sexy.  Ugh.  He's such a cock-blocker.

Lately, our bed is starting to squeak.  Fido knows what that means.  He's just too damn smart.  He hasn't been allowed in the bedroom for years now, but the past couple of times Kevin and I have gone at it on the squeaky bed, Fido just lets it rip with the barking...  from outside in the backyard!  But I guess it isn't that bad.  We're too lazy to fix the bed, so instead, we've explored different ways to try to keep the rocking motion of the bed in check, which starts the squeak.  So instead, I rode him a few times so our movements are up and down and not back and forth.  But the problem is that gets me off way too quick.  I know where my spot is and it's just too easy to hit that spot when I control the action riding him.  Seems like the best bet is to have him hammer at me with me on my back with his full weight on my shoulders as he drives it down hard and deep.  It takes Kevin a little while longer in this position, but man I love it.  I can feel the intensity of his fuck with his weight on me and see it in his face.  As for me, I tend to top Kevin with him on his back as well, but with his legs wrapped around me and me leaning in for a deep kiss.  Why?  It makes me shoot in like four pumps.  Kinda embarassing, but it's good for keeping the noise down.  Besides, I can't help it that Kevin is so damn tight and wraps around me so perfectly he milks it out of me!  He's a talented bottom.  He just doesn't know it yet.  Ha!

So sad that our dog has made it come to this...  But at the same time, we don't mind the challenge and the experiments that have come with it.  Well, we don't mind until we have to stop mid-fuck just to throw some clothes on and calm the old boy down.