It's been about two hours of foreplay. I've gotten to know the intimate details of his sofa/bed - white canvass, low back rest, two pillows wrapped in dense cotton sheets, dark wood base where the bags rest, and where the clothes miraculously landed. A foot away was a low standing coffee table where a carafe of water and a mug rest. Beside it, the TV remote, and some magazines in foreign tongue. He has a lovely home. Half a floor of a condominium building all to himself. No maids. Just a cleaning lady who drops by once a week. White walls. Dark wood details. Solid floors. The kind of house I'd like to get myself one day.
He be in his 40's. But he does look miles away from it. Made. Posh family. "Upper A" as he says as my tongue caressed his lips. My right arm traveled his side down to his hips. We were on our sides. We pulled our heads back and gave each other a soft stare in the dark. "What's wrong?" he asks? My hand reached for his ass and my finger felt his rear entry.
"I still haven't gone in."
We laughed.
I spat on my hand and got my fingers wet. And we began to talk about common friends - some whom I've fucked before. I listened intently to his details, mildly reacting as I suckled on his nipples. My index finger made its way into his anal ring causing him to moan half-way through a sentence.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
He nodded. I go back at his nipples and my finger probed. Deeper. He continued to talk about why he has been single for over nine years. I paused. And commented. "I'm past half-way to there." I smiled. I've been single for about half a decade and we practically had the same reasons why we kept at such sordid states.
We were actually proud of it. Then he got up, sat me up, and went down on me. We were finally getting started.
To be continued...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
This is a perfect example why sleep is good.
Ever had that dream that felt so real, you swear you could feel the sensation at your finger tips right after waking up? No this post isn't a spoof of The Matrix. It's about this erotic dream I had which involved one of the things I consider taboo. Yes. I do consider some actions taboo. And no, this erotic dream isn't incestuous in nature or in any way. Why then is it taboo? It involves an officemate. And no, I don't fancy anyone in the office. This dream, for all rational intent and purposes is a freak, absurd, and will not in anyway see the light of reality. Ever. This entry will serve as its one and only form of existence. Why? Because despite the fact that it's taboo (for me), it's actually pretty hot. And my officemate (approaching this from a rationally gay perspective) is actually pretty hot too. And this disclaimer has gone long enough so here it goes...
The theater was dark. The speaker had just stepped up the podium and the screen lit with a purple "Welcome". It was the company CEO, followed by the president. The two began talking about the achievements, the future, and all that boring corporate mumbo-jumbo. I was at the far back. To my left was my immediate supervisor and to my right was my officemate. The officemate.
"You getting this?" he leaned in.
"Sorry?" I said.
"It's so boring." he chuckled.
I smiled.
He grabbed my hand peacefully set on the armrest.
"What's are you doing?" I asked.
He leaned in closer to my ear and touched his lips against them, gently while saying, "I wanna fuck."
I looked at my immediate supervisor who was already asleep. And the office crowd was watching, gasping, laughing, and murmuring in unison, reacting as one to every single flow of the presentation.
The officemate pulled on my arm, turned to the other side and said "Come on."
"But..." I began.
"Don't care." he said as he faced his back against me while he pulled up his shirt and off. "Spoon me." he said.
I drew closer to him. "Unbutton your shirt. I want to feel your skin on my back."
The theater lights faded. It was all black and there was no one else around us. My jeans began to grow tight thanks to the irreverence of my erection. I reached for his crotch. Officemate moaned. I unbuttoned his fly and let his tool out. It was swollen with lust and the tip started to salivate with pleasure.
"Take yours out." he told me. My pants slid off and my shaft throbbed in between the warmth of his buns. Our skin was on each others' so close our heartbeats reverberated from the pores almost in unison while racing. He was breathing heavily. Eyes closed. I was on his neck. My lips felt the heat coming out of my nose with every exhale. I put my arm under his arm and up by his chest. His nipples were up. He pushed his pants down. His legs were free. He wrapped one over mine. He reached for my other arm, grabbed it and pulled me closer.
"Fuck me."
There was no lube, but my mouth suddenly overflowed with saliva. It was more than enough to make the slide smooth and with minimal pain. I could hear him grunt. "Faster." I could hear him moan. "Harder." So I did. He began to groan louder. Angrier. He grasped the side of my ass with a longing to stop. "Don't stop." he said. Inside him, a heat spiked. It made me rougher and hornier.
"I'm coming..."
"Stay inside." he said.
Boom.
I pulled out. He was bleeding. I tried do wipe the blood from my tool. They spread through my hands. I leaned in and asked "Are you okay?"
"Fuck yeah." he turned to me with a smile.
The blood still wouldn't go away. I began to sweat profusely. The blood was sinking into my skin, drying up. I was shaking.
"He turns his head up to catch my eyes. "No one will know, pare."
The lights came on. And I heard applause.
I woke up and jacked myself off twice in a row. I guess what makes this utterly hot is the fact that my officemate is straight.
The theater was dark. The speaker had just stepped up the podium and the screen lit with a purple "Welcome". It was the company CEO, followed by the president. The two began talking about the achievements, the future, and all that boring corporate mumbo-jumbo. I was at the far back. To my left was my immediate supervisor and to my right was my officemate. The officemate.
"You getting this?" he leaned in.
"Sorry?" I said.
"It's so boring." he chuckled.
I smiled.
He grabbed my hand peacefully set on the armrest.
"What's are you doing?" I asked.
He leaned in closer to my ear and touched his lips against them, gently while saying, "I wanna fuck."
I looked at my immediate supervisor who was already asleep. And the office crowd was watching, gasping, laughing, and murmuring in unison, reacting as one to every single flow of the presentation.
The officemate pulled on my arm, turned to the other side and said "Come on."
"But..." I began.
"Don't care." he said as he faced his back against me while he pulled up his shirt and off. "Spoon me." he said.
I drew closer to him. "Unbutton your shirt. I want to feel your skin on my back."
The theater lights faded. It was all black and there was no one else around us. My jeans began to grow tight thanks to the irreverence of my erection. I reached for his crotch. Officemate moaned. I unbuttoned his fly and let his tool out. It was swollen with lust and the tip started to salivate with pleasure.
"Take yours out." he told me. My pants slid off and my shaft throbbed in between the warmth of his buns. Our skin was on each others' so close our heartbeats reverberated from the pores almost in unison while racing. He was breathing heavily. Eyes closed. I was on his neck. My lips felt the heat coming out of my nose with every exhale. I put my arm under his arm and up by his chest. His nipples were up. He pushed his pants down. His legs were free. He wrapped one over mine. He reached for my other arm, grabbed it and pulled me closer.
"Fuck me."
There was no lube, but my mouth suddenly overflowed with saliva. It was more than enough to make the slide smooth and with minimal pain. I could hear him grunt. "Faster." I could hear him moan. "Harder." So I did. He began to groan louder. Angrier. He grasped the side of my ass with a longing to stop. "Don't stop." he said. Inside him, a heat spiked. It made me rougher and hornier.
"I'm coming..."
"Stay inside." he said.
Boom.
I pulled out. He was bleeding. I tried do wipe the blood from my tool. They spread through my hands. I leaned in and asked "Are you okay?"
"Fuck yeah." he turned to me with a smile.
The blood still wouldn't go away. I began to sweat profusely. The blood was sinking into my skin, drying up. I was shaking.
"He turns his head up to catch my eyes. "No one will know, pare."
The lights came on. And I heard applause.
I woke up and jacked myself off twice in a row. I guess what makes this utterly hot is the fact that my officemate is straight.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Silly ho.
On one such day filled with much stress and big work presentation right after lunch, I found myself longing - lusting for a picker upper. So I pulled out my phone and scanned through some numbers until I found one fellow who is a five-minute walk away.
"Sup?" he asked.
"I'm down."
"Come on over."
"Great."
By the time I rang the doorbell, I could hear his cable TV leaking across the hallway. He was watching a cooking show. It was about an hour till lunch. I was starving, but this was something else. In a blink his door was open and he stood right in frot of me with nothing but a sock on.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You're down, right?"
He pulled me in. He pulled me to his body. He pulled me to his lips and pushed the door shut. I was down and he went down on me skillfully maneuvering through the complexities of my belt buckle and pants, and he hit the spot. Down there got up so fast, the next series in the sequence was pleasantly violent and ultimately relieving. Beyond half-way, close to the summit, I pushed him to his bed. All this time, the couch was the playground. I wanted to sink in. I turned him face down on his big pillow. As I so read his legs apart, I grabbed the tube of lube right by the top drawer of his bedside table. in. Few breaths, I was hearing him moan. As my left hand fingers exploited the tightness he was exercising on his hole as my right hand was preparing other more important things.
He let out a loud gasp. I was in. I didn't slow down as I got him from behind. Then he got on all fours and started to tighten his hole once again. He wanted control. And I gave it to him. He pushed me aside, turned around and pushed me as my back landed on his bed. I was sinking. He rode me like a cowboy taming a bull.
"I'm coming. I'm coming... I'm coming!" he yelled as he let out a stream of sticky release racing up my torso to my chest with the tip reaching my neck. He got off me and took of the runner I radon, and blew me till I surrendered. Inside his mouth. He got up, looked at me, and smiled. Ten he licked his cum omff my tummy, chest and neck.
We laid on his bed for a while as we caught our breaths. Spooning. Caught up a little too. At this point we were sharing jokes. Jkes about the he'll that h as been goin on in our lives lately. We went out before but both of us felt that friendship was a much better route for us. And we do get the perks every now and then. The best part with having a friend you ca fuck is you can totally be yourself and silly in each other's company. And it's these silly moments that stay vie learned to treasure, but it's in these silly moments that I enjoy the best sex encounters. The honest ones. The ones I can do while being myself.
Back at work, during the presentation, I kept a steady smile and a blush picturing him with nothing but a sock on and his front door wide open. Picked me up alright.
"Sup?" he asked.
"I'm down."
"Come on over."
"Great."
By the time I rang the doorbell, I could hear his cable TV leaking across the hallway. He was watching a cooking show. It was about an hour till lunch. I was starving, but this was something else. In a blink his door was open and he stood right in frot of me with nothing but a sock on.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You're down, right?"
He pulled me in. He pulled me to his body. He pulled me to his lips and pushed the door shut. I was down and he went down on me skillfully maneuvering through the complexities of my belt buckle and pants, and he hit the spot. Down there got up so fast, the next series in the sequence was pleasantly violent and ultimately relieving. Beyond half-way, close to the summit, I pushed him to his bed. All this time, the couch was the playground. I wanted to sink in. I turned him face down on his big pillow. As I so read his legs apart, I grabbed the tube of lube right by the top drawer of his bedside table. in. Few breaths, I was hearing him moan. As my left hand fingers exploited the tightness he was exercising on his hole as my right hand was preparing other more important things.
He let out a loud gasp. I was in. I didn't slow down as I got him from behind. Then he got on all fours and started to tighten his hole once again. He wanted control. And I gave it to him. He pushed me aside, turned around and pushed me as my back landed on his bed. I was sinking. He rode me like a cowboy taming a bull.
"I'm coming. I'm coming... I'm coming!" he yelled as he let out a stream of sticky release racing up my torso to my chest with the tip reaching my neck. He got off me and took of the runner I radon, and blew me till I surrendered. Inside his mouth. He got up, looked at me, and smiled. Ten he licked his cum omff my tummy, chest and neck.
We laid on his bed for a while as we caught our breaths. Spooning. Caught up a little too. At this point we were sharing jokes. Jkes about the he'll that h as been goin on in our lives lately. We went out before but both of us felt that friendship was a much better route for us. And we do get the perks every now and then. The best part with having a friend you ca fuck is you can totally be yourself and silly in each other's company. And it's these silly moments that stay vie learned to treasure, but it's in these silly moments that I enjoy the best sex encounters. The honest ones. The ones I can do while being myself.
Back at work, during the presentation, I kept a steady smile and a blush picturing him with nothing but a sock on and his front door wide open. Picked me up alright.
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