From The Ashes ...

A Little Sumpin Sumpin.... Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink, Say No More

Warning: This post contains explicit sexual content. If you are easily offended or know me too well to want to read completely intimate sexual details about me, feel free to skip today's entry.

Here's a story for all you wage slaves sittin at your desks today..

About a month ago I was cruising on-line. I was actually having coffee, sitting in a pair of sweats with my unwashed hair sticking up in every direction. So half-ass cruising at best. I received an e-mail instant message from the cruising site from a name I had never even seen before, and honey, The Dutchess tracks em close. I clicked on the link to his ad and child, in the picture was the sweetest, hottest, slightly hairy, round Puerto Rican ass with a pretty respectable cut dick hanging down to boot. His profile lists preferences: bottom. I started boning up immediately. Just to make it absolutely perfect he lived in the neighborhood. You know when something is too perfect? So much so you immediately begin inventing scenarios for why this won’t work. Oh, I need to get the laundry done. I was gonna hit the tanning booth and then the gym. I’ll need to shave my balls. You start to talk yourself out of getting your hopes up. Still, I decided to at least answer the man. I mean, he said I was hot, or cute, or something nice like that. So I sent back the usual message I send to someone I just think, at least in their picture or profile at least, is well and truly fuck material:

“I love you.”
or
“wanna fuck?”

Sometimes I combine them.

Anyway, he answered yes, and when, in no uncertain terms. I’ve done this, but I rarely meet other people who can see enough of a profile or picture of someone that they can just say damn, I want to sex that fucker up and then do it. Had I found a kindred spirit? I gave him my e-mail addy right quick and sent him a couple naked shots of me sexing up me. He sent me two of the same plus a third fully clothed face shot. Latin, late 30’s maybe 40.Height/weight proportioned at least but the nude shots show a really hot bod. Not perfect but I sorta hate perfect because I’m not and I’m always afraid there’s some revulsion subtext going on. Suffice it to say this cat had either good genetics or knew the way to a gym. Now, he really was moving into too good to be true. A triple jackpot as far as look/type/hot ass but also horny and still wanting to get together even after seeing pics of my average bod. (With a hot cock, true, but some people want it all.) In the end, I did a lot of what I did last year. Which was talk a good game but when it came time to closing the deal I usually stopped the communication line. It was always, he’s too hot I bet he’s a flake. The apartment is dirty I can’t have company. I need to go to the gym it’s my only day off. Pick an excuse I had hundreds.

Flash forward to this week. Please consult my New Year’s intentions. I’ve got the afternoon off and I’ve gone from the e-mail to the blog spin of the day to who’s on Gay.com to who wants some sex or do I just surf to a porn site and blow a load and get it over with. Lo and behold, there’s the screen name I had burned into my memory. Yep, same spectacular ass shot. This time I’m the one to reach out and touch.

“Hello sexy, what’s goin on?”

“Just got back from vacation and I’m super horny you want to get together?”

Man, if this guy is really this all or nothing I’m gonna love him.

So I do what I always do when I have to make an important quick decision. I start to sweep the floor. What can I say, housework relaxes me. I start to make a mental checklist/reason to stall. I really do need to have some food (diet, don’t ya know) and shower/shave before I can be ready. And I really do need to clean the road salt footprints tracked along the hardwood floors or I would truly be mortified. Typically, I would find an excuse. However, newly fortified with New Year Pledges, instead I opt for this:

“How’s 4:00?”

“4:00 is great. What’s the address?”

“I’m at --- Second Ave. Apt #--. Let me know if you change your mind or can’t make it.”

“I’ll be there. Looking forward to it.”

This is exactly the answer I would give. As if to say, relax, I’m coming over. We’re having sex. Done deal.

Food/shower/shave not important

Finally, a few minutes after 4 (enough to make me almost give up, almost) the buzzer rings, my heart skips a beat. He comes in all bundled from the extreme cold. Wearing glasses that make him look cute and all edumacated. He takes off his coat and shoes immediately. A great signal for me. A fag doesn’t remove his shoes unless he’s sure he’s staying. He asks to use the bathroom and when he comes out he continues getting comfortable taking off layers. He’s down to a T-shirt and starts to undo his pants. Hello! Idiot boy you want to get in there? I move in close and put my hand on his chest and run it down his stomach. Solid, nice. Or rather:

“nice.”

“you too.”

More touching/petting/breathing ensues. I reach up under his shirt in the back and feel bare skin. Men’s skin can be such a turn on, so warm and yet a little tough at the same time. I grab him in both arms and kiss his shoulder through the fabric of his T-Shirt. I work my way up further until I reach his bare neck. I kiss him lightly. Then I use my teeth. Not hard. I’m just sayin hello. Eventually, with all the groping and caressing I brush his cock. He’s not full on hard If I know my hard-ons (and I do) but heading that way. Another good sign. I’m turning him on. He’s wearing a heavy pair of dress pants but not so heavy I can’t slide my hands back and confirm that the ass in the picture is now in my living room. I pull him in as close as you can without getting behind him and press my cock into his body.

“uhh.”

And with that, he kisses me full on. I’m not sure whose tongue shot into whose mouth first. I’d guess at a tie. I growled and squeezed and bit his neck. A little harder this time. I feel his cock swell on my thigh. I grab his hand and pull him to my bedroom. We start taking clothes off and kissing when he sits on the bed and starts undoing my pants. I know he wants to see if the crotch rocket in the picture is the real deal. He pops it in his mouth. I gasp. I manage to work his shirt off as he’s sucking me. His body is perfect. Not too big, not too small and the most beautiful, soft, brown skin. I ran my hands all down his back as he worked my dick. He finally let go of my cock and we both started to strip. I was going to stop him from taking his pants off as sometimes, I like to strip the other guy. Slowly. Like a much anticipated present. Suddenly, he asks if it would be all right if he rinsed off in the shower as he just came from somewhere and blah, blah, blah
.
“Sure. I’d join you but I literally just took one.”

I get him a fresh towel and when I come back he’s naked. And hard. It’s gorgeous. I follow him to the bathroom and turn on the tempermental shower and adjust it. I get him some soap and leave him alone. After a few minutes, I regret not hopping in the shower again. I go back to check on him. I reach into the shower and run my hand along his soapy back. He turns and kisses me again. We both breathe deeply. He’s still hard.

“Hurry.”


End of part 1.