It turned out he was climaxing. I did not think he would be squirting that quickly. But he did. I felt his dick pulsate and release his load. Sigh. I hope he won’t wanna stop just yet.
After about 15 seconds, he got up and I saw the pool of cum on my belly. He apologized for shooting prematurely. Apparently I was giving him the fucking of a lifetime that he could not hold it in any longer. Yes, he was on top of me and I was drilling into him and no one was touching his dick. He came without any touching.
I’m amazed at this phenomenon. It would never happen to me. Ever. But it has happened to my conquests a few times.
He said he had not had any for a while and when I entered him, he just could not hold it in. I asked him if he could still take a fucking (coz apparently after you’ve cum, you can’t take an ass fucking anymore). He said he could. I think that was just out of courtesy since I am still hard as a rock and had not cum yet.
I asked him again just to be sure. He nodded. Then I realized that all the while we were talking, he was still sitting on my groin, with my erect cock still up his ass. I lifted him off of me and put him in my favorite position (as to cum faster) and I penetrated him.
He winced. Quite loudly. Again, being the nice guy that I am, I asked him he if could take it. He told me to go ahead. So my mission was to just get off so I just fucked his ass. At the back of my mind I knew he’d be hurting. I tried to get off as quickly as possible.
After a couple of minutes, he was thrashing wildly underneath me. It was not the pleasurable kind. He was in pain. But if I asked he’d just tell me to go ahead and fuck him. Finally, I stopped completely and asked him yet again. He admitted that it hurts. I stopped and took out my cock. He smiled sheepishly and apologized.
I went and washed up while he took a shower. After he left, I masturbated before I went to bed. Sigh.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
40 Year Old Virgin
The 40-year old guy was back for more. He came over straight from the office, which was convenient considering the fact that he has a wife and a couple of kids at home. He was also tired from working late. Yup, another midnight rendezvous.
He arrived and immediately took stock of my place. He noticed the ashtray that I had lying around even though he knew I don’t smoke. He glanced at my laptop and noted that I was chatting and immediately assumed I was chatting for some tail, although I was more Facebook-ing than chatting (love Facebook! Better than myspace and friendster combined).
He asked if he could take a shower first so I gave him a towel and let him do his thing. He went to the toilet first so I went back to Facebook-ing. Once he got out, I got this idea about showering together so I tagged along. Unfortunately, the guy did not really know how to do the whole showering together thing so it was boring. I just washed his back and he exited, leaving me alone in the shower. Hmmmph.
Once I got in the bedroom, he was already lying on the bed. He then commented that my trash bin was loaded with used condoms, signaling that I had been active sleeping around in his absence. Damn straight, bitch! You did not message me for two weeks! What did you expect? I’d be lying down, pining for your return? He soooo doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. Hehehehe.
No, not really. Come on. My trash bin is condom-free. I don’t throw used condoms in there. I flush them down the toilet. There were several condom wrappers. Technicality eh? Ehehhhe.
Anyways, I let that kinda jealous, kinda possessive comment go coz I was kinda horny. Well, not that horny, coz I had some the night before and it was a bit wild. Oh, I haven’t written about it. Coming soon. :)
So I joined him in bed and he jumped on top of me. Unfortunately, the two weeks away from me meant that he lost his ability for foreplay. Ya know, the kissing, the licking of the neck and/or biting… even his nipple play were a bit off. Only a bit. Still enjoyed myself. But I was waiting for him to do what he did before but apparently he just forgot how to. Sigh.
When he started dry humping on my stomach, I handed him the condom and lube. He got off me and suited me up. Once he lubed himself, he straddled me and sat on my erect cock. I did not even feel going inside him until he started riding me hard. I match his riding with my thrusts and he went limp and just fell on top of me. I asked if he was okay, he said he was fine and that it felt good. So I held on to him and thrust into him. Once in a while, he’d get up and started riding but mostly, he’d just lay there and I’d thrust up into him. Until he went rigid suddenly and held on to me extra hard. I did not know what what happening. I thought he was in pain until I felt his dick pulsing and his ass tightened on my cock…
to be continued…
He arrived and immediately took stock of my place. He noticed the ashtray that I had lying around even though he knew I don’t smoke. He glanced at my laptop and noted that I was chatting and immediately assumed I was chatting for some tail, although I was more Facebook-ing than chatting (love Facebook! Better than myspace and friendster combined).
He asked if he could take a shower first so I gave him a towel and let him do his thing. He went to the toilet first so I went back to Facebook-ing. Once he got out, I got this idea about showering together so I tagged along. Unfortunately, the guy did not really know how to do the whole showering together thing so it was boring. I just washed his back and he exited, leaving me alone in the shower. Hmmmph.
Once I got in the bedroom, he was already lying on the bed. He then commented that my trash bin was loaded with used condoms, signaling that I had been active sleeping around in his absence. Damn straight, bitch! You did not message me for two weeks! What did you expect? I’d be lying down, pining for your return? He soooo doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. Hehehehe.
No, not really. Come on. My trash bin is condom-free. I don’t throw used condoms in there. I flush them down the toilet. There were several condom wrappers. Technicality eh? Ehehhhe.
Anyways, I let that kinda jealous, kinda possessive comment go coz I was kinda horny. Well, not that horny, coz I had some the night before and it was a bit wild. Oh, I haven’t written about it. Coming soon. :)
So I joined him in bed and he jumped on top of me. Unfortunately, the two weeks away from me meant that he lost his ability for foreplay. Ya know, the kissing, the licking of the neck and/or biting… even his nipple play were a bit off. Only a bit. Still enjoyed myself. But I was waiting for him to do what he did before but apparently he just forgot how to. Sigh.
When he started dry humping on my stomach, I handed him the condom and lube. He got off me and suited me up. Once he lubed himself, he straddled me and sat on my erect cock. I did not even feel going inside him until he started riding me hard. I match his riding with my thrusts and he went limp and just fell on top of me. I asked if he was okay, he said he was fine and that it felt good. So I held on to him and thrust into him. Once in a while, he’d get up and started riding but mostly, he’d just lay there and I’d thrust up into him. Until he went rigid suddenly and held on to me extra hard. I did not know what what happening. I thought he was in pain until I felt his dick pulsing and his ass tightened on my cock…
to be continued…
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