Dude 454. Red Haired Guy

Honest.  I was just trying to give a BJ.  I like sucking Amigos dick, but he doesn't even care about it, and often doesn't even get hard.

I spied the following CL post, hit the guy back, and he was into getting a quick BJ.

I had to pick him up (red flag) and he agreed to let me suck him off in the car.

We communicated via text, and I picked him up near the University.  He looked more like mid 20's than 33, Good shape, youthful.  When he got in the car, he looked at me funny, and I was afraid that he was going to bail, but instead, he suggested a quiet place we could drive to.  Turns out the near by neighborhood also had an entrance to the cementary, so, we checked it out, and it turned out to perfect.

We pulled over and I asked him to show me his cock.  He unzipped and his nice semi hard dick flopped out, surrounded by a patch of firey red pubes.  He was going commando!

I went down on him and he had a nice dick.  Almost too big,  I would say 7" with a nice tapered pink head, and it got wide enough at the base to make it difficult to deep throat.

As I sucked, he swelled up nicely and started to moan, and I was afraid this was all going to be over in a minute or two, but minutes came and minutes passed, and my mouth started getting tired.   I kept up the pace, but had to add some hand action to keep going.  Ginger didn't seem to mind.  When I slowed the pace a couple of times he grabbed my head and used my face as a jack off toy.  I get it, man.  Faster, faster!

He spotted a car coming up from behind, so I sat up and waited for them to pass.  The car passed us then went to another grave site in the cemetery and I got back on task and started sucking and jacking again.

We got interrupted once more, so we drove to a different spot, and I went back to sucking and jacking.  I was worried that my teeth were getting in the way, but he said I was doing great, and it was probably the medicine he was on that was causing the problem. (another red flag)

I sucked and sucked, jacked and jacked.  He moaned and participated and stayed hard the entire time, but just wouldn't crest.  I suggested getting out of the car, where I could get at the perfect angle, and he was into it.  We found a spot under some trees/bushes next to the fence, and I spend another 5 minutes trying to get him to cum, and then we were interrupted again, so we retreated to the car.

I had been blowing him for about 35 minutes and I was done, and told him sorry.

He asked if I did any other things, and I said I like to get sucked off too, but that was all.  He motioned for me to whip out my dick.

I did, and he took me into his mouth and went crazy on my totally soft and now shriveled dick, but his enthusiasm quickly brought it back to life.  I could feel the cum rising in just a few minutes, and debated on whether to let him know that he was getting me close.  I decided to just go with it and told him I was cumming just as I blasted into his mouth, and to my delight, he just kept blowing me.

I pumped and pumped and he kept tonguing my cock, I had to tell him to slow down, because it was getting to be too much on my sensitive dick.  He pulled off off and left a little cum behind, but the rest was still in him mouth or had been swallowed.  He didn't spit.

I mopped up as best as I could and asked him where he wanted to be dropped off, and he said the grocery store, a few blocks away.

When we got there, he said to keep his number, then asked for a couple bucks to buy an energy drink.  I had some change in the car that I gave him and I drove away.

As weird as he acted, I'm inclined to believe he was on meth or something.  I gotta make sure that's a question I ask in the future, I guess.  I'm not going to keep his number.

Just checking in.

Things are going pretty well.  I'm in a work lull, and have some free time.  The amigo has spent every night, except a couple at my house, for two months.  3 1/2 weeks he was here alone, watching my house while I was gone on vacation, and that was very helpful.  Especially when the wind blew down a giant tree branch in the back yard, and without any encouragement from me, he found a hand saw in the shed, and cleaned it all up, except for the 300 lb limb that he couldn't move by himself.

Amigo pointed out that it's been 9 months since we had our first weekend together.  Wow.  I don't think I saw that coming.  I'm still enjoying his company.  We don't have a ton in common, but I like his positive attitude, his playful spirit, and his laugh.   Before the vacation and since my return, we've spent a lot of time together, as he's taking a summer break from classes, and I have no work project at present.  This will change soon enough, as I have a weighty work project threatening to rear it's ugly head, in a couple of weeks.  Until then, lots of falling asleep together, and waking up together and fixing dinner together.  A couple of simple pleasures that have escaped me until the Amigo entered the picture.

I'm still struggling with the occasional hookup.  I still want to (hookup).  Badly.

I know the amigo would not be happy about it.  I justify it though.

I haven't topped anyone else since meeting him.  That leaves the random BJ here and there, and it's mostly regulars, whom I've known a while.  I did get airport head in Philly, while returning from vacation.  2 days later it was a 19 year old kid who blew me once before, and yesterday it was the super hot 40-year-old guy, who just happened to have another super hot 40-year-old guy, that he was blowing at the same time.

So, that's my story.  I'm pretty happy and content.  I continue to be amazed at my transformation.

Another thing my eyes have been opened to is the open relationship.  I used to not hook up with guys that were partnered.  If a guy was married to a woman, and getting with other guys on the side, that didn't bother me.  I would justify it because they couldn't get cock from their wives anyway.  But hooking up with another partnered gay dude seemed somehow not right for me.

Now I get it.

Now I understand how someone can complete me romantically, but not really satisfy my sexual appetite.  So, I guess I need to apologize to all the guys I turned down in the past, because I failed to be open minded enough to understand their predicament.  I also have to commend anyone on the hard work it takes to be faithful, if the relationship requires it.  I'm not sure I'll ever get there.

That's all I have from this side of the blog.  As usual, I'll update with any important news, and try to keep true to myself by posting any hookups with new guys.  I guess it's become sort of my penance theses days, as I'm no longer very proud of the conquests, and sometimes feel downright ashamed.

Dude 453. Bad Jack.

It's 4;AM while I write this.  It doesn't feel like 4;AM.  I don't know what it feels like.  It's noon back in Venice, where I was yesterday morning.

I traveled home from my 3 1/2 week Euro trip yesterday.  Wow.  What a trip.  I was all over the place.  And I was a good boy too.  Sure I turned on Grindr, just to have a look around, but I was staying with friends the first part of the journey, then my 74-year-old mom joined me for the last couple of weeks, and we toured.  Heading out for a hookup is not something I wanted to bring up with my mom.

She knows my "secret" and she knows about Amigo.  I think that's enough for now.  For ever.

But Mom and I live in different cities.  After leaving Venice, to our different US destinations, I had a 4 hour layover at a busy east coat airport.

I fired up grinder and changed my screen name to Airport BJ?

That did the trick and I got several hits.  I could have been better prepared though.  The first kid who offered to suck me off was at his gate.  I, on the other hand, had exited the security perimeter once I cleared customs, and procrastinate the re-entry process.

I got my shit together, and finally made it through security only to realize the kid was at the other end of the airport.  I was at terminal A and he was at terminal E.  I raced down there, but by the time I got there, the free airport wi-fi had expired, Grindr had crashed, and any other number of cock blocking circumstances created a scenario that ended with, "sorry, but I'm already boarding my flight."

Not to worry though.  A slightly chubbier 26 year old flight attendant met me in a "companion care" bathroom, and we locked the door.  I pulled down my pants and he had me jump up on the counter and wham bam, gave a most excellent BJ.  So excellent in fact that I thought I would cum after only a minuted.  I'm not sure how he did it, but at least 3 times he could sense that I was on the brink, and pulled off my cock, long enough for the orgasm to retreat, and regroup, and then he orally assaulted my rock hard dick again, finally ended up in that final tensing up an sudden blissful relax maneuver that my body knows oh so well.  I let out a sight, and the cock sucking flight attendant pulled off just in time to finish me by hand, as we both watched me squirt into a paper towel he was holding.

Although I prefer cumming in a hot mouth, his finish hand job technique was quite good, and I got to surf the final waves of pleasure until sensitivity overload made it too much to bear.

I had been good and faithful right up until the very very end.   1t would be only 6 hours more before I was reunited with Amigo.

Surprisingly his embrace and kisses on my neck got my dick hard again, despite being up for 24 hours, and him coming out of a sleep to greet me.  He was frisky, and my cock was hard, so, what the hell.  I made love to him and he loved it.  I almost came again, but ......   dang if my orgasm just didn't quite make it through.  Something we'll have to work on.

It's good to be homo.  Opps.  Freudian slip.  Good to be home.  Now, to unpack and start attacking the mountain of mail, and looking for a work project.




****Update:  An hour after writing this, I went in to wake up the Amigo for work.  I did this by giving him another nice ass fucking and this time, I DID cum.  He enjoyed it too!