The kid left my house just minutes ago. I'm going to write about it now. I'm not sure when or if I'll post it.
First of all, the Amigo broke up with me on Friday night.
Sort of.
A word of advice; if you're going to break it off with someone, don't tell them about it, then spend the night spooning and cuddling, then asking for sex the next morning. Just break it off then split.
The Amigo announced that he was looking around for someone that wanted to get married. This way he could stay in the country, or at least come and go freely, without the fear of not being able to return.
I totally understand his point. I love the guy and want him to be happy and successful, so who am I to stand in his way? I don't want to get married. At least that's what I think I want, or don't wan't. Amigo is my first real boyfriend of any length. I think marrying the first guy that I have a relationship with would always leave me wondering. I owe it to myself to test the waters a little more. Hell, I'm not even out of the closet, although I have cracked the door open.
We had a normal night last Friday, although I had difficulty getting to sleep, and Amigo woke early. He's got other troubles on his mind as well.
I don't know if this breakup will last. Friday night he said he was going to take all of his clothes and things with him on Saturday morning. When it came time to go, he didn't take anything. I asked, and he said he was confused, and was going to leave his things here. I don't think he has the courage to break it off by himself. I think it's going to take some effort on my part. Shit. I didn't want to be the bad guy, but I may have to. I actually want to try being separated for awhile. I miss the guilt free hooking up.
Speaking of hooking up, I didn't waste any time. I kept Grindr on all day yesterday, as soon as Amigo left. I also checked in on Craigslist. Nothing came of it, but this morning at 5:42AM, a young kid hit me up on Grindr.
He said he liked to suck dick and guess what? I like my dick sucked.
After a little picture trading, he arrived at my house at 6:22 AM, every bit as cute and clean as his picture. He had on fairly tight black jeans and a clean white T-shirt. I watched from the front window, as he messaged me that he was here. I messaged back to meet me at the side door and he playfully lept from the retaining wall to the driveway, and skipped to the back door. Ah... youth.
He was handsome and polite, and I put him on task straight away, sucking my dick and bringing it to full mast. His technique was odd, holding this breath while he bobbed up and down and tried to deep throat me, then gasping for breath, catching his breath, then going at it again. I told him to relax and slow down, and that seemed to work better for me. In no time, I felt as though I was going to cum.
I pulled off his t-shirt revealing his smooth brown skin, and his fit, if not exactly muscled twink upper body. I let him blow me some more before whispering for him to "stand up." I fumbled with his belt, then gave up and told him to open his pants. He complied of course, and I pulled down his pants and underwear revealing a nice brown 7" uncut cock, semi hard, with a patch of medium length black pubes above.
I sucked his for a bit, not sure of how far back to pull his foreskin. He was delicious, and I sucked for several minutes, but I feared he might cum, so I quit and pushed him back down on my cock.
He sucked me for a few minutes and I told him I was close. He continued to suck while stroking his own dick, but I stopped him, saying "don't cum yet. I want to suck you some more."
And that's what I did.
When I put him back on my dick, I told him not to cum until after me. After I was done squirting in him mouth he should jack off and cum.
He did as he was told, and he got me off, sadly using his hand. He surprised me by then going down on me and eating my cum, and milking me through my orgasm orally.
Then he leaned back and jacked his own beautiful dick, while I was panting and recovering. I thought he would blow any second, but it took another 4 or or 5 minutes. He moaned his approval as I nuzzled his neck, pulled his nappy hair, and dug my nails into his back. That's when he blew, right into the terry cloth towel I had waiting atop his puddle of pants and underwear around his ankles.
We awkwardly dressed and told each other it was hot. And it was.
He skipped out the door, down my driveway and then down the street. I'm not sure if he really parked his car a block away, or he was on foot. Doesn't really matter. Cute kid. Nice encounter. I love NSA gay sex!
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