I try to post something new every night, but sometimes life gets ahead of me. I’m still writing about stuff that happened last week, because I spent quite a bit of my free time gathering material for blog entries, if you know what I mean. I’ve actually been quite busy with work this week, so I haven’t had the chance to do much, but I did manage to do some blogging every lunchtime which let me catch up a bit. Last night, though, I left the office early, taking some work with me, and when I sat down to do it, I managed to find a way to do it very quickly.
This left me at home, alone, with nothing to do, early in the night, ahead of the game for once - so I thought I’d relax and see if I could get some relief. I sat on the sofa to watch some How to Get Away with Murder, since the latest season just dropped on Netflix, and grabbed my phone to surf the apps. The usual barrage of messages, the usual range of odd requests (no, I don’t want to join a Line group for hot guys, no, I don’t want a free massage, no, I know you respect me but I don’t want to fuck you), and fielded some conversations with people that I knew, or had slept with, or enjoyed chatting to. No real takers, though: it’s always the way that when I have time, and am available, I can’t find someone, but the guys I like appear when I can’t take advantage of the opportunity.
Wednesday night is a slow night anyway. That’s why clubs and bars often have specials that night, because no one really wants to go out mid-week. It probably didn’t help that it was early - most people come online looking for a screw later on - so I got myself some dinner (threw together a simple salad and boiled up some dumplings that I had in the freezer) and sat back to enjoy the show. (I really like HtGAwM. It’s delightfully complex.)
Got through a couple of episodes, and fired up the apps again. An acquaintance from Scruff popped up, and he was game for some fun, so I made the necessary arrangements. (I should probably point out that I have way too many acquaintances from the apps - not always people I want to fuck, either.) Had a shower (I like to be fresh) and put on a pair of running shorts (commando) and a t-shirt. I put on my running shoes and went downstairs to wait at the bus stop some distance from my condo.
Declan (not his real name) is an army regular, couple of years younger than me, sergeant or something in an infantry unit. He’s fit in a soldier sort of way, lean and tan, not muscular in a bulky way, built for long-distance running with heaps of core strength, and rough around the edges. Looks like a professional douchebag, half-sneer on his quite nerdy face, with thick black-framed glasses that make his eyes look smaller than they are. He’s probably a great soldier, a real asshole to his men, pushes them hard, but also looks after and protects them. He cruises on Scruff “anonymously” and “discreetly” - so no face pix - but I’ve met him and had a fun a couple of times. He’s one of those straight guys who comes to the apps for some relief, but unlike most of them, he’s willing to give it up. To be honest, he’s probably a little low on the hygiene for the average gay boy, but I know his pattern and I enjoy it. That’s also why the supplies I brought with me included a pack of wet wipes.
He picked me up in his car (which I won’t describe) dressed in army pt gear, smelling like he’d finished some sort of exercise. When we talked, he told me that he’d gotten horny while running, and when we chatted, he hopped straight in his car and came to get me. As usual, we drove for a long time, going some distance away to a quiet road, with nature all around it. The windows were down, and the car filled with the smell of wet leaves and the jungle, and he found a space where the road widened a bit and drove off the road into a slightly clear patch before shutting off the engine. Not exactly hidden (any car that drove past would see the car) but with the lights off, and no residences nearby, we were in almost total darkness.
He clicked back his seat to the max, removed his glasses and put them on the dashboard, took off his seatbelt and pulled down his shorts a bit. I knew the drill, but I liked to hear him say it.
“Suck me,” he said, and I undid my seatbelt and bent over his crotch. His dick was fragrant with sweat and piss, and so hard, sticking up out of his nest of untrimmed pubes: clearly he was turned on and horny. I held it in one hand, playing with it, enjoying the feeling of it. Declan leaned back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head, exposing his hairy pits. I knew I’d be getting my mouthful of those later.
He was uncut, and even fully erect his foreskin was long enough to extend past his dickhead a fair bit. I pulled it back, and swept my thumb under the edge of the mushroom head, flicking out (I hoped) most of the smegma that had accumulated there during the day. I put my head down, licking gently at the underside, and he exhaled loudly. I licked down his shaft, and found that he’d pulled down his shorts and underwear only enough to release his dick. I pulled impatiently at the band of his shorts, and he lifted his butt off the seat enough for me to pull his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. That left his hairy balls exposed, and even though I was going at them from the side, I still managed to lick them until they tightened up a bit.
I went back to paying attention to his cock, which wasn’t pornstar huge but was a good size, a little fatter at the base, tapering a bit along the shaft and then terminating in a big blunt mushroom. I took that mushroom into my mouth, swizzling my tongue under it, pressing and releasing my lips along the edge, before sliding down to take him all the way into my mouth, until my lips were pressed against the curly bush. I held it there, sucking gently, breathing through my mouth, and then slowly released him, pressing my lips tightly against the shaft as I sucked my way to the top. When I let go of him, he exhaled again, not so loudly this time, more a gasp. I lifted my head and turned to look at him, and he smiled gently at me.
I knew what he liked, so I kissed my way up his stomach, along the fine hairs that made up his treasure trail, pushing up his army tank top as I went. His stomach was flat and firm, and I could taste the faint saltiness of his dried sweat. When I got to his flat, slab like pecs, I pushed up his top some more, and he grabbed it with his hands and pulled the front up, letting it rest at the base of his neck. This was my cue for more body worship, and as I licked around the edges of his pecs, and slurped on his small tight nipples, he jacked his cock with one hand. He’d put the other hand back behind his head, and then he let go of his dick to put his hand on the back of my head and guide it to his open armpit.
He was ripe, and smelled it - I got a noseful of Declan’s manly scent when I nuzzled his pit, and he sighed again as I licked him out. Declan let me nuzzle him for a while, before he guided me back down to his cock, and I obediently took him right into my mouth and sucked him, up and down, slowly at first. He kept his hand on the back of my head, and then put the other hand there, pressing me to speed up. I moaned through my full mouth, and he did, too. I’d been half-hard with anticipation from the time I finished my shower, but sucking on Declan like that got me hard all the way.
I thought he’d shoot into my mouth, but he stopped, pulled me off his cock, and sat for a while, panting, playing with his cock with one hand and with a nipple in the other. I knew what was coming next.
“Okay, come,” he said, stepping out of his shorts and underwear and opened the door. I got out, too, and he came over to my side, the side away from the road. He leaned back against the car, and pulled the front of his tank top over his head so that it sat across his back like a harness. His dick was hard and heavy, erect but curved downwards, and I squatted in front of him and slurped it up. His hands returned to the back of my head, and this time he face-fucked me, holding my head still while he pumped his hips, his butt occasionally hitting the car behind him. I pulled up my shorts, letting my hard cock out of one of the leg holes.
He gasped, and pulled out, using one hand to lift his dick and the other to push my head towards his ball sack. I licked, and managed to suck one into my mouth, and then when I let go he pushed his cock back into my mouth and went back to face-fucking me, this time with only one hand behind my head - because, when I looked up, I saw him rubbing his other hand across his firm, flat stomach and chest. Horny fucker.
He went faster and I did my best to keep up, a nice slobbery blowjob/face fuck. He knew I liked it in my mouth, but he didn’t shoot while his dick was inside, and instead pushed me away, and started jacking hard on his cock. I opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, and he bounced the underside of his dick against it as he wanked himself, until he pulled back his foreskin and unloaded, getting most of his seven or so squirts of warm cum into my mouth, with only a little on my lips. I took him into my mouth, and sucked him from root to tip a couple of times, milking out the remainder of his juice with my lips.
When I finally let him go, and sat back on my haunches, he smiled down at me.
“Fucking good, sia,” he said, his dick still fairly rigid, bobbing in front of him.
“My turn,” I said, and he turned, bracing himself against the rear passenger door, sticking his ass out, his legs spread a little. He had a cute bum, small and not at all fleshy, but I liked the look of it. I don’t think Declan liked getting fucked that much, but he didn’t want to suck, and he knew this was the price of my mouth.
I pulled down my shorts, and stepped out of them, taking care not to let them touch the ground. I opened my door, putting my shorts on the seat, and bending down to take the supplies that I put on the floor between my legs when I got in earlier. I jacked my cock, fully hard, and ripped open a pack of lube with my teeth, putting a little on my dick. I held on to the lube packet and used my teeth to gently tear open a condom foil, and then I rolled it on and lubed myself up with the remainder of the lube. I was horny, too, and my gloved dick was pointing up, ready for duty.
I also got out a wet wipe from the pack that I’d brought with me. I stepped behind Declan, and told him to “spread ‘em”, and he reached behind himself and spread his cheeks open. I wiped his ass as clean as I could, flung the wet wipe aside, then got another pack of lube and slicked him up, with most of it. I held the remainder of the pack in my teeth - I’d use it later. I slid my hands up his arms, feeling his firm guns, and slipping them across to rub his nipples (which earned me another sigh) and then down his stomach. I resisted the urge to kiss his neck - I knew Declan didn’t like that.
I let go of him, and pushed my dick down at the base so that the tip was against Declan’s hairy hole. I pushed forward, experimentally, and he grunted.
“Push out,” I said, through my clenched teeth, and as he did, I pushed in. I only got the tip in, and then I backed out.
“Again,” I said, and as he spread his ass cheeks with his hands, I slowly pushed forward, and met some resistance. I bent my legs and tried again, pushing upwards this time, and got a little tiny bit further. I pushed harder, and stretched him open enough that I managed to slide myself in, slowly, bit by bit, until I was in all the way, with Declan whimpering softly the whole time. To his credit, he held himself still as I impaled him on my cock.
“Pain,” was all Declan said. I pulled out, and applied the remainder of the lube liberally to my dick, and it went in a lot easier when I pushed it in again, whether it was from Declan being stretched before or from the extra lube. I went all the way in, till I was resting against him, and in him.
“Fucking pain, fucking pain,” he said, and I put my arms around him again, rubbing his nipples till he moaned, and sliding my hand down. I found that he was hard, and I ran my fingers over his tight ball sack while I stroked his cock.
“But you like it, looks like,” I said, and he nodded. His hands were still on his ass cheeks, holding them open, and I put my hands on them and moved them, so that he was braced against the car, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. I adjusted his position a bit, so that I was conveniently placed, sliding in and out of him a couple of times slowly.
“Ready? Fast or slow?” I said. We’d done this a couple of times before, and I had a good idea of his tolerance.
“Fast,” he said, because he wanted to get it over with. He was braced against the car, his head hanging down, as he tried to take having my cock in his ass. I braced my hands against his waist, and slid in and out of him, almost all the way, letting him get used to it, but only for a couple of strokes.
“Can,” he said, emphatically, and then moaned as I went faster. I got up to a steady rhythmic pump, and then changed my grip, holding on to his “harness” with one hand while I rode his ass like a bucking bronco. He hissed through his teeth, grunted and moaned, sounds which were music to my ears, and only made me fuck him harder. I was grunting, too, low and throaty, with every thrust, and I could also hear the slap slap slap sound of me pumping his ass.
“Fuck,” Declan said, “Cum, please cum.” The idea of this professional soldier bent over and begging me to cum because I was wrecking his ass was so hot - I used my free hand to pinch and twist one nipple, and then I lost it, blowing my load out into my condom, thrusting extra hard up and into his butt, squirting with each stroke. I kept going a couple more times after I finished, and then I pulled out. Declan stood up from the car, and walked around - maybe to stretch, maybe to make sure that his hole was still in one piece.
I carefully removed the condom from my cock and tossed it aside - the fresh air had hidden it, but I could definitely smell shit. I opened the car door and got out a couple more wet wipes, and handed one to Declan. He swiped his ass, and tossed it, and I used mine to wipe off my cock. I noticed that he was, surprisingly, still hard, maybe even harder and bigger than before. Before I let him go, I squatted in front of him again, and he eagerly put his cock back in my mouth for another round of face-fucking. This time, he went all the way, shooting into my mouth and letting me suck his mushroom head like a sweet till I got out all the goodies inside.
He went back around to his side of the car, and got in. I stood outside the open door on my side, and put my shorts back on, and when I got back in, Declan was fully dressed.
“Okay, good,” he said, as he started up the engine and pulled back onto the road.
“Both, but the second one, you swallow for me, very good,” he said. I smiled in the dark. I don’t think he saw me, because he had his eyes on the road.
“But fuck, la, tomorrow morning I got run. Dunno my backside can or not,” he said, and then laughed. I laughed too, and we made small talk in the car (mostly about the typhoon in HK) until he dropped me off.
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