Dude 342, one tall drink of water.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 3, 2013

I first met Miles on Grindr,
although I didn't know his name was Miles at the time.  His profile was pretty blank, although it did give his age, height, weight.

He was a full 13" taller than me!

After a bunch of chatting a month or so ago, I came to the conclusion it would never really go anywhere, and forgot about him.

Except, he must have seen me online this morning, and he hit me up.

I didn't waste any time and asked if he was horny.

He was.

When I asked what he liked to do, he said: Kiss, cuddle, massage, suck and fuck.

I told him I wasn't much into kissing and cuddling, but we could get together for oral, and he was down for it.

He gave me his address, and I showered and was at his place at 7:40 in the morning.

I later learned he has been working the night shift, and just got homo.  I meant "got home."  Oops. Freudian slip.

We never talked about face pics, so it was a complete surprise as to what lurch-like monster might answer the door.

I was relieved and pleasantly surprised.  He was very handsome indeed, and even a little boyish looking, as if 35 wasn't young already!

He led me to the darkened bedroom and I sat on the edge of the bed, and removed my shoes and shorts, leaving on my boxers and t-shirt.  Miles took his t-shirt off, and I pushed him back onto the bed, and elected to take off his plaid golf shorts myself.

Miles was going commando, and already sporting a semi-hard on.

I know I told him that I didn't like to kiss and cuddle, but he was plenty attractive, and I kind of mauled him.  He had a nice cock that wasn't that much bigger than mine and was easy to suck, with nice balls and a not too bushy, not too trimmed patch of pubes.  Just right for playing with.

We took turns nuzzleing and fondleing each other, but I was first to suck his dick.  After a few minuted he kind of squirmed out from under me, and I think I was bringing him off too fast.  He then went down on me and gave a pretty good blow job.

We went back and forth a couple times, but I'm afraid I lingered a little too long, because he pulled my mouth off of his dick, and he said, he was just about to cum.

I went up to his neck and kissed/nuzzled/bit a little, and he gasped, "oh, you were a little too late.  I just came right when you pulled off."

I went down for an inspection, and sure enough, there was a copious amount of cum all the way up his belly, and the smell of clorox was about.  Man, there was a lot of cum!

"Can I suck your dick a little more, or will it be too sensitive?  I asked.

He gave me the go ahead, and while I didn't want to dive in the cum pool on his tummy, I did enjoy the last little taste still left on/in his somewhat soft dick.

It didn't stay soft for long though.  My mouth action was brining it back to life.

I thought that maybe play-time was over,  so, I went up for one last nuzzle, and he was totally into post coital making out, his wet cum sandwiched between us.

To my surprise, he went back down on me and blew me some more, and got me hard as a rock!  I don't think he had the stamina to give me a 15 min knob-job, but we continued to mess around for a bit.

This led to me doing a lot of rubbing, and so I just asked him, "would you turn over and let me grind on your back side?"

"Sure."

Of course, this was the beginning of the non verbal question: Do you want to fuck?

I did some massaging, some grinding, and sure enough, there was a little response, with him meeting my thrusts and raising his hips.

"Do you want to fuck?" I asked point blank.

"If you do". He said.

He got out the condoms and lube, and we did the deed.  I had to spend a bit of time loosening him up with my finger, and by that time, I wasn't as hard as I was earlier, but I was able to give him about a 10 minute fucking, and got him going and moaning and stuff.

I thought about switching up positions, but when I pulled out....well.

It wasn't exactly a disaster, but it was a little dirty, and I knew I wasn't going to cum anyway, and he had probably had enough fucking for one morning, so I just said "well, that was fun." and made my way to the bathroom where I peeled off the soiled offender and washed my hands.

We got dressed and made some chit chat.  We also hunted around the bedroom for several minutes trying to find my shirt.  Somehow it had gone into hiding and couldn't be found.  I thought I might have to drive home shirtless (embarrassing) but he finally found it jammed between the bedspread and the footboard of the massive bed.

I hope this dude wants a repeat performance.  I think he'd be down for more mutual oral, and now he knows to pull me off when I give my most amazing blow jobs, before he start to cum all over the place.

********Update.  Despite repeated attempts on my part, he never made himself available again.  He was always polite, but never available, and I finally got the hint.  I wish that everyone was like me and just had the balls to say "it was fun that one time but I don't think we're a good match."