Agony Uncle: Geoff’s Birthday

Hey Cloud:

I landed here thanks to the Google Almighty.

Just to remind you, I was one of the guys, who sought your help and advice while you onboard the XXX.com boards as a moderator.

Here is the scoop. Two years ago, I went to college. I was a total newbie, your usual HS jock with a modest sport scholarship. I wrote to you that I thought the phrase, “young, dumb and full of cumm” must have been coined for me alone. I accepted an invitation to join the local Jock Central fraternity, pledged, and met Geoff, a fellow freshman and a fellow pledge, too. K, so we connected almost immediately, went through the Hell Week, and bonded alright.

Fast forward a bit. I kinda panicked after Geoff and I started trading the handjobs one night in our room at the fraternity house. You wrote, basically to tell me that I should not be sweating it too much. Both Geoff and I were dating, plus getting quite some pussy on the side, plus, you said, it was not unusual for the very close friends (and fraternity brothers) to have some sort of sexual interchange going on between them. For a few months, those handjobs were really bordering on the usual goofing and horsing around. I was sure that this was OK, plus, I thought, we would stop, once the novelty wore off.

Geoff’s chick was giving him some serious grief this spring while milking him for his cash like there was no tomorrow. If you still remember, Geoff is loaded and pretty generous, and I am just a poor college student whose folks still live in a trailer park, if that matters. Anyway, Geoff dumped the bitch unceremoniously, since she didn’t deserve any better.

He was seriously down. Pretty much for the first time, since I have known him. We guzzled the two sixpacks together at a record time even for the two of us, and as you may be guessing now, ‘one thing led to another’. Don’t ask me, how and why, but I ended up on my knees before Geoff giving him a full BJ. Unlike myself later on, he had the wits to let me know that he was going to shoot, pulled out, and drenched me in his jizz. The next morning, I woke up with the usual woody, and Geoff promptly returned the favor. I must have completely lost my control, and uploaded all I had straight into his mouth without any warning. Being a real brother, Geoff even didn’t mention it.

It was no brainer that we never returned to the handjobs anymore. I’d say, we were trying not to overdo the good thing but somehow never failed to trade the BJs at least couple of times every week. We never mentioned that to each other. What was there to talk about anyway?

For my birthday in July, Geoff gave me that awesome watch he had caught me drooling over on the net several times. Shit, I could have lived off that money for at least half a year. But that’s Geoff. He does not care about the cash. There was a birthday card attached to my present, too. No wishes, no nothing, as they say. Just one sentence that I will never forget all my life: “I’ll be your man tonight, if you want me to?”

I used to be totally determined that I would never cross that line. OK, trading the handjobs was so HS. Trading the BJs was shit but since both of us have enjoyed it so much, neither he nor I was going to call it quits. Neither Geoff nor I have ever been short of chicks who were putting out pretty regularly anyway. So, life was good.

And this is where I went so totally wrong. I did not want to turn him down. And, yeah, I really wanted to see, if he meant it, too. Hell, he sure, did. We got slightly buzzed, and I nailed him alright, as if he were a chick begging for dick. That was the best orgasm I have ever had. I won’t say more about this.

Just like I feared, once we crossed that line, there was no return. I would suck him off pretty regularly, and he would let me plow him without any restraint.

You could say this was how it all went, and how the cookie crumbled. No one got hurt; the two of us have been obviously enjoying it, and no one is worse off for this.

Yet, the day of reckoning is near. Geoff’s birthday is coming up shortly. I do not think that he either wants or needs anything that he cannot buy himself. I’ll give him a nice present, nonetheless. I also know Geoff. He is all man. I have seen him nail a few chicks, and I know that he enjoys being on the top of things, too. He knows that it will be his turn this time around. There is no way that I can ignore this, and still stay his friend.

To make the things even worse; of the two, Geoff is a bigger guy in every sense. He is fuckin’ 6”6’, and has a tool to fully match his height. Both of us are very athletic, and I sure can take a lot of pain, but I am scared shitless. Who wouldn’t be?

Though, I’d like to think that there is a way out of this, I know, that there isn’t. Besides, I do owe him this, no matter what.

Just like most other people, I have probably answered all my questions, too. Yet, I am wondering, if you have any angle on this. It is not that I am very hopeful, but it sure, doesn’t hurt to ask.

Thanks a million!

Me

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Guys:
I have anonymized the references in order to protect the innocent.
If there is any collective wisdom among my readers, let it shine NOW!
Thanks,

SC

 

 

 

 

Hey You:

 

Thanks for stopping by to check on me here. It does not happen too often that resident Agony Uncles get to hear the continuation of the story they have provided advice on.

 

Look, I see two relatively separate issues here.

 

First, the simpler, more technical, if equally so, more imminent issue: Geoff’s birthday present. So far, your little sexual exchange behind the closed doors has always been based on full reciprocation. I am with you, when you say that Geoff is expecting the favor returned. Or at least, you ought to show the guts and offer. No one knows where this may go. The chances are that he may like topping you as much as you apparently like topping him. So far, you have been pretty equally matched, and there is a chance that this will go that way, too.

 

All the crude butt jokes notwithstanding, your fear is legitimate. A big, powerful guy in every respect may be a pleasure for someone who knows all the ropes and an awful torture to an inexperienced friend who is merely returning the favor. The classical wisdom here says that you should get there well-prepared. You know Geoff’s size. Get yourself a similar dildo and start practicing with loads of lube. Most bottom guys I know swear by that practice. First, you’ll get used to a massive intrusion, and second, you’ll gain the confidence that you really CAN take him. Arm yourself with loads of patience, too. Give yourself breaks, and work on it. Try different positions, and decide which one works best for you. Geoff is your friend. He knows that he is a ‘big’ guy, and he won’t want you in serious pain. Most likely, he’ll go with your guidance, at least for that first time. But you ought to know what works best for you. Second, try to see the whole thing from Geoff’s prospective, too. He offered to be “your man tonight”. Whatever his motives might have been, he certainly had a hang for unusual birthday presents, and he had the guts to give it a try for that one night. Let’s face it, if he did not like it, he would not be letting you pound him again and again. After all, you may like it, too. Or you may agree that this is the price to be paid for having some private fun with Geoff with his feet up in the air… Only time will tell.

 

Second issue here is that there is a very obvious elephant in the room. Trading handjobs happens more often than most guys will ever care to admit. To some, it is a part of the actual rites of passage, a bit more like an initiation into the world of adulthood. No one really spends much time and thought sweating over it. But the things did take a different turn between the two of you; you started trading BJ, and you are now pretty deep in the woods, with the anal sex going on, if you are catching my drift?

 

Once Geoff’s birthday fun is behind you, you want to sort out your thoughts and your emotions. You ought to be absolutely honest with yourself. Is this thing going on between the two of you simply an expression of a very strong personal bond coupled with the proverbial horniness of the two, young athletic guys approaching their prime or is there anything more to this?

 

Whatever your decision may be, you ought to sit and talk with Geoff, and see where he stands on this. Try to focus on your situation here, and think outside the usual boxes with the labels, ‘straight’, ‘gay’ and ‘bi’ on them. Both of you seem to be having quite some fun with the girls around. Is that sex fulfilling, enjoyable and worth your trouble? Are you really having fun out there or are you nailing those chicks really because this is what the guys in your position are expected to do? If push came to shove, and you had to choose between the girls out there, and the sex you are having with Geoff, what would really be your choice? No one is saying that you have to make this decision, and go with it, but you still would want to know, where you really stand, wouldn’t you?

 

No matter what the two of you decide to do, you need to talk it over, and lift the burden of ambiguity which seems to be weighing on both of you. All your options ranging from the house with the white picket fence and loads of kids to worry about, to always having your best friend around you for whatever, to going loudly or very quietly gay, ARE still on the table. But the sooner the two of you put your heads together (no pun intended), the better will it be for both of you. Even a reasonably bad roadmap is usually better than aimless roaming through the night.

 

Good Luck,

 

SC

 

Is He Into Drag?

Agony Uncle – Guy with the Size Issues

Hi Cloud:

I have been checking your blog for the daily eye candy since March. Great photos!

I am GAM, 20, now attending one of the tech schools on the East Coast. I am out to the people who need to know and have anyways no problems in hooking up with guys for sex. College is really the best time, and the fact that we have very few girls around helps, too.

I am a versatile top. I mean, I would like to be one. So far, I have only bottomed. The problem at hand is that I am very much on the ‘small and thin side’. I am so ashamed of my size that I do not have the courage to put any number to it here. I have tried indicating that I would like to get serviced, too, only to be turned down with a smirk and a comment that ‘I still need to grow’ for that. So far, all the guys I have been with have had much bigger cocks, and they always managed to have me on my knees. A few of them fucked me without any reciprocation, leaving me to on my own, once they shot their loads.

To make the things even worse, I am into the big-frame Caucasian guys who usually have enviable equipment. Hell, every guy I have seen so far is much bigger than me.

I am a straight ‘A’ student, a bit on the cute side, and a regular gym guy. Whenever I go out, I hook up with good looking guys within minutes, so I believe that I am desirable. I even do not need to show any interest in anyone. Guys flirt with me openly, and I get to pick and choose. Only to discover that I am only good, if I agree to be used as a bottom for them to shoot their loads. Don’t get me wrong! I enjoy giving a guy a good time, but I want a piece of action for me, too.

This has been going on for two years now. So, I am pretty much fed up with the whole thing. I kept on trying and trying, but so far, no one really did anything to make me shoot my load, too. (I know that this must sound so stupid. I only do not know how to put it down any better…)

I met a VGL Nordic type guy in September. He said, he was into smaller Asian guys, so we hit it off nicely, albeit on his terms. He texts me whenever he wants to fuck me, and I drop everything I am doing to go and have him fuck me like a rug doll. I have never had the guts to tell him that I would like to get serviced at least once for all the fucks I have given him, so far. Lately, he has stopped texting me, so I called him and asked if he was up for some action. He turned me down saying, “Dude, you are a great bottom; but I want to fuck real men with real dicks, if you know what I mean?”

This was the most humiliating thing I have ever experienced. He texted me last Monday, and told me to come to his place. I swallowed my pride, if there was any of it left, and went to his flat. He did not bother to take me even to his bedroom, or let me take off my clothes. He just wanted an ass to plow and shoot his load. Once he was done, he sent me packing. I cried on my way back home. Even so, I know that if he called or texted again, I would be there for him in minutes. No other guy has ever bothered to get in touch with me again, so I guess, he isn’t that bad after all, and I do not have much choice, do I?

I know that I cannot change things here. I also doubt that anyone can really help me.

Thanks for your time and your patience with my rumble.

Steve
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Hey Steve:

No doubt you are facing quite some odds here.

First, I would try to change the prospective here. You do recognize the fact that you are a successful guy, when it comes to bagging dudes for the usual ONS. You are cute, have a nice, fit bod, and guys are openly flirting with you, letting you ´pick and choose´ as you say. When it comes to your daily ‘fresh meat market’, you are among the very happy few who can say that.

Equally so, that very same market places a certain value on the size of the male equipment. Call this as shallow as the value of good looks and tight bodies, but once you enter the market, you’ll have to play by its rules. To some extent, those rules work for you, and to some other extent, the very same rules work to your disadvantage. When you come to think about it, there is any number of guys out there who do not get to mess around with anyone, because they are too old, too fat, too ugly, too thin, too white or too dark. Their dicks may be just fine, yet, they are getting nowhere, too.

Let’s face it: if you are going out, picking and choosing guys for sex (and I see no reason why you shouldn’t), you must agree that the others have equal rights to pick and choose, too. This simply comes with the territory.

You recognize the fact that you have been trying hard to get your scenario played out, to no avail. There is some virtue in trying but there is a point where every sensible person realizes that they are just running against a big, mighty wall, and that nothing will ever change there.

This leaves you with two basic alternatives: either you accept your lot and bottom more or less unconditionally for the guys of your choice or you take a totally different route, and spend some cash on fulfilling your dreams. This may sound harsh, but when you come to really think about it, you, just like everyone else who does not have the goodies that the market appreciates simply has to make his offer more palatable for the other guys to take it up.

You have not mentioned trying to meet other guys via the net, make friends, date, and pick it up from there. I would certainly not leave that stone unturned. Yet, IMHE, the almighty web is after all only a reflection of human behavior in real life. Be prepared to invest, time and emotion, and possibly end up with the guys to whom you may have grown attached turning you down for the very same reason.

Last but not least, web-based dating does give you an opportunity to communicate both your wishes and concerns ahead of actually meeting the guys and going through the usual loop. This might not be the ultimate solution to your problems but at least, you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you have played your cards right.

Good Luck,

SC

Three Cute Guys

ABE – Part #3

I let Abe impale himself on my dick this time around. Not my favorite position, but definitely the right choice for a guy who knew the technique, and had a hole which actually needed a break. Being much more of grower than shower, Abe’s dick and a respectable pair of low hangers were now rhythmically bouncing on and off my abs. I was helping him lift himself up, and thought how much I was enjoying my dick deep in his bowels and my hands on his ass.

My attitude notwithstanding, I could not help wondering why he was not trying to bring himself to the climax. I was only hoping that he was not one of the those shy guys, who would go through great sex sessions only to save his own orgasm for the solitude of his private JO session. Whatever his real scene was, I was still perfectly clueless about it. Time would tell, I hoped.

He was getting a bit tired, and I wanted to get into some more serious pounding, too. A quick move on my part landed him on his back with his feet firmly resting on my shoulders.

“Give it to me, my stud. I want to take it all.” He said.

I sure, needed no further encouragement. He was in no pain, and was obviously enjoying himself. I went wild for a while, and climaxed again amid his loud groans. He remained completely passive, allowing me to run the show at my own pace. The daylight made it into my bedroom.

He climbed onto me, and started frenching like a pro. No doubt, Abe knew how to push all my buttons. I, on the other hand, was lagging behind, obviously missing a major part of his puzzle. Most likely for the sake of sheer fun, I suddenly slapped him lightly on his ass. He pulled out his still hanging tongue, and for the first time started jerking on his fully erect cock. I was getting somewhere, after all.

I stood up quickly, grabbed him around his waist and bent him over my knees. I enjoy giving a deserving guy a good, sane spanking. Abe went completely wild within seconds. His dick was rubbing against my calf muscle. He broke into many ‘pleases’; no, I should not stop. This felt far too good, and he deserved it, too. Within minutes of his ass cheeks getting a healthy rosy sheen, Abe lost his load. He had been primed for a long time, and now he was shooting all of his ammunition. Gobs of mancream started traveling south towards my right foot.

“Dude, I am so sorry! I should have warned you…” He said, still trembling with light seizures that his climax just produced.

I smiled. A guy needs to get his rocks off.

“Hey, I was only very happy that I could push this button.” I said. And I sure, meant it, too.

Abe quickly climbed down, and started licking his own juice from my leg. This was very hot, even if I am not into the cummeaters. With him enjoying it, it all made sense.

Over the morning coffees at the kitchen table, Abe was getting a bit fidgety. There was something on his mind.

“Dude, spill it out. I have been around the block for more than just a couple of times.” I said.

“Oh, it is nothing, really. I mean, I was just going to ask you to keep it all just between the two of us. It would not be too cool, if other guys out there knew about my little spanking thing, if you know, what I mean.” He said.
“Abe, do not waste your time thinking about it. This is what makes you tick, no one is getting hurt, and you are a great player, too. Besides, I do not go around boasting of my conquests, and telling on other people. Grown up men do not do that.”

Abe started slightly giggling. “I thought, you would not be doing it anyway, but I felt, I should mention this bit, too. I hate to look like a perv or something.”

“Look, I actually enjoy giving a guy’s ass a healthy workout in every way. I do not have to spank a dude, but if he enjoys it, I am more than happy to oblige.”

Although we exchanged the cell phone numbers, I did not really expect Abe to grab the initiative, and call me first. For all his prowess, he was a bit on a shy side. While chatting over the morning coffee, he said that he hoped I was going to stay in touch, and we were going to meet up again.

I was wrong.

Abe texted me at 11 o’clock that very same morning. “Are you up for some fun this afternoon?”

I replied immediately. “Stop by at 5. I have got something for you’.

Abe sure, was no flake.

Cute Tourist Dude

ABE – Part #2

It always takes two to tango.

If a guy I am having sex with shows any intention of getting his rocks off, too, I’ll do everything any total top can do to help him out. I am neither versatile nor do I flip-flop with my mates but I’ll gladly play along until he gets his rocks off, too. Abe had stopped short of even undoing his belt this time around. He was not doing much about advertising his need, if indeed; there was any at all. I hate being pushy. When it comes to M2M sex, I do not feel that my partner’s orgasm is really my sole responsibility. Bottom or top, a guy I am having sex with is a male, and he gets treated as such in every respect. If he wants to keep his pants on, and help me get my rocks off, I’ll respect his wish. A grown up guy ought to know what makes him tick. He does not have to explain or justify his actions to anyone.

We reached that awkward moment of buttoning up our shirts in the confines of the tiny but nicely bolted up cabin. Men are usually easy when it comes to sex. It is the talk afterwards, that some of us are not particularly prone to.

Well, count me in, if you will? An average trick gets a smile, a kiss, ‘thanks,’ a slap on the butt, and my open ear, if there is anything he wants to say. For my part, I want to move on, and am hopeful that he, too, shares the sentiment. A reasonably quick ONS rarely translates into any serious commitment.

This guy was a different story altogether.

“Wanna come over to my place?” I stated firmly rather than really asking.

Abe’s face lightened up like a Christmas tree. Talk about the joy in someone’s eyes.

He nodded and said, “I mean, … my name is Abe, Abraham, but they all call me just ‘Abe’”.

I gave his right ear a light workout and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

I did manage to suppress my natural instinct and crack up at the worst possible time. This Abe dude was really one of those ‘My Name Guys’ whom you come across ever so often. When you come to think about it, he could have said any other name just as well. I never go around checking the facts, unless this really matters to me.

Abe was a quite a bit younger than I. For his entire sexual prowess, he still lacked some of that experience that comes with time and age. Besides, I do not believe in putting other guys down, no matter what.

With a drink in his hand, in my living room, Abe looked relaxed, a small, barely perceptible smile lingering around his lips.

He did not really like Vienna. He was having problems in connecting with the right guys, if I knew, what he meant.

I positively shocked him by saying, “Yup, been there – done that!”

“For the regular, cute, down-to-earth, everyday guys, you are too good-looking, and that rubs their very shaky sense of self-esteem the wrong way. For the very glamorous few ‘I-am-too-sexy-for-my-shirt-guys’, you are far too under accessorized to be noticed. Besides, you may not want to really waste your time and money with them.”

Abe looked at me with the sense of utter amazement, – “So, how on earth, did you figure all that out?”

“Some call it experience. I’d like to think that it all comes from being a good observer.” I said.

I went to my kitchen to catch a couple of cans of the cold Czech brew. Someone was double-texting at this very ungodly hour, and my cell was all abuzz and flickering. I ignored it.

When I returned to my living room, Abe had a little surprise in store for me. He had taken off all of his clothes, and was checking out my DVDs. I suppressed any desire to chuckle, but a bit of a bemused look must have lingered on my face nonetheless.

He took his beer nodding, looked back at me with a barely perceptible smile, possibly even a very slight smirk, and said – “Look, I thought, you did not take me here for the beer alone. So, if you want me to be your bitch tonight, I am all yours.”

No doubt, Abe was right. I have never dispensed free beer to anyone. He did not come for the sole pleasure of an obviously lacking conversation either. We have all been there, after all. Yet, his choice of words, and the statement of the most obvious did not escape my attention.

Once we left the “Eagle” together, I was hoping that he would let me nail him couple of times that night, and, if all went well, I’d score another slow BJ under the hot shower before we went for the morning shots of espresso and the usual exchange of the cell phone numbers. That ‘bitch’ part showed that Abe must have had something spicier in mind.

Lacking any plan at that moment, I went for the obvious. I pushed him gently to the floor. He grabbed a nearby armchair, placed his chest on the seat, spread his legs, awaiting further instructions.

“Abe, you are in for a bit of a hard ride tonight. It would be cool, if you took it like the man, who said, he wanted to be my bitch tonight. If the going gets too rough for your taste, say ‘I am a pussy and I can’t take it!’, and sure, I’ll stop right there’”.

Offering to be a bitch to a guy for the night is one thing. Admitting to him that you are a pussy, and that you really cannot take it, is quite another.

Abe nodded in agreement and used his hands to spread his ass cheeks and show me a tight rosebud of his completely shaved hole.

I did not bother to warm up the lube. At times, expediency matters more than comfort. And if anything, Abe was in need of some serious and urgent action.

I rode in unceremoniously without wasting a moment of time. A self-confessed ‘bitch’ must have been expecting that much. There was a quick back push of his ass muscle, a sharp air-intake, until his head hit the seat of the armchair again. If anything, he had his mechanics down to an art. The quick, almost sudden, if well-lubed penetration reduced him to the state of utter passivity. At times, a hot, tight and well-lubed hole is all any top dude really wants. Most of the tops are used to doing all the work on our terms anyway. This comes with the territory.

Light moans started breaking their way into the silence hitherto interrupted only by the swooshing sound of my pistoning rod rhythmically assaulting Abe’s asshole. I have yet to meet a guy whose moaning is anything else but a series of protruded ‘A’s being in some sort of sync with my fuckstick doing what he likes doing best. Abe must have reached the center of his zone, and he was obviously enjoying the ride. The first, weak, slightly perceptible, if well-timed push-backs made themselves felt. A welcome kick-back, when it comes to topping a guy.

A smart bottom will rarely leave all the action to a big and powerful top whose build and maturity usually signal an almost destructive stamina. Letting a big and powerful top has his way with you, may well give you a fuck of a lifetime, and no ass to sit on for a week afterwards. All those dumb ass-jokes are not pure sci-fi.

Abe had really no means of controlling the works. His only chance of getting the best out of it was to make me shoot my load well in time before he turned into my own fuck doll who would not be able to walk back home straight.

I was hoping that Abe genuinely liked the ride. He was a first-class cocksucker, a looker, and a well-versed bottom guy. Getting what he wanted would usually mean that he would be coming for more on a regular basis. I could live with that, too.

I managed to last for only few more minutes after Abe broke out in full-sweat, his breathing became a bit irregular, if nor shallow. He stayed impressively hard throughout but strangely never touched his glistening rod. I have no problems touching other guy’s dick but he ought to give me a lead. If he does not want to go there, I see no reason for me to take that route either.

I uploaded into my Magnum in several deep, penetrating thrusts. Abe’s moans turned into real groans. But that last bit, he had to take. He knew that, too.

Once I pulled out my sheated dick, I surveyed the damage, too. His asshole was flaming red and mightily swollen. That bit of his anatomy needed an urgent break and a mild soak, I decided.

I scrapped the shower plan on the spot, and started running the full bath. Abe was slightly amazed, once he realized that my bathtub was actually a full-size Jacuzzi for a party of four.

“So, what do you actually use this little pool for?” He asked, more in awe than in a real quest for a sensible answer.

“Sometimes, I like to relax with the few very close friends, drink something, and just let the time fly. At other times, things happen here that you, I, and possibly every other gay guy would want to happen, if he had this bit of luxury at his disposal.” I did not want to go into details, but even more so, this was not the time for the usual innocence-play.

“Man, a guy with a dick like yours wants to put it to good work, too. Hey, I have no doubt about it.”

At this, he knelt before my semi-hard and took it into his mouth. This was different. Very different.

At the ‘Eagle’s’ that night he was a pro, sucking a cock. At the threshold of my bathroom, his mouth was making love to a cock which made him squirm and moan for an hour of incessant pounding. I knew that he was a great cocksucker. He was not trying to connect with me. He wanted to return some pleasure to the source of his own pleasure, too.

“Abe, there is a better place for this.” I said and grabbed him from under his knees and arms. He embraced me instinctively, and I carried him over to the hot tub. He went on gently licking the back of my neck. I had the bubbles at the very lowest setting, and an expensive musk scented foam cover the surface. No doubt, bitch for the night or not, Abe was enjoying this beyond his wildest expectations.

“Dude, a guy could get used to this, if he tried?” He said, hinting at his own interest at hand.

“Hell, yeah, worse things can happen to a dude looking for some trouble than this…” I smiled back.

“Have you ever tried the underwater sucking?” I asked.

“You mean, like sucking the dick underwater? Dude, you are such a pervert?”

I smiled. I have been called worse names. Much worse, as a matter of fact. Abe must have gotten the clue, though. He inhaled and plunged towards my thigh. A few bubbles escaped as he was trying to figure out the method. Yet, a genuine cocksucker has his instincts, and he trusts them implicitly. After a couple of failed attempts, some loud ‘shits’ on his part, he was putting on a remarkable underwater performance.

I had him kneel sideways, so that I could play with his swollen ring, give it a good soak, and remind him that there was a part of his anatomy which needed lots of attention, to keep him both fulfilled and happy.

I had no intention of shooting my load again that soon. This was really all about him trying a new technique and me enjoying an underwater suck. Certainly, not a daily treat.

After a while, I stopped his dives. The warm soak reduced the irritation of his hole, and I wanted to get that hole hot and bothered again.

“Abe, I want to fuck you again. Are you up to another round?” I asked.

A look of sheer disbelief was spreading on his handsome face. “Are you kinda joking?”

“Nope, dude, if you want more dick up your ass, here is some manmeat ready and willing.” I said.

This was obviously more than he had bargained for in the first place. Abe was then torn between his natural desire to take a dick on one side, and protect his ass on the other. I was not pushing for anything. This time around, this was purely his call.

“Look, I have not been fucked in a long while. So, I am not going to turn you down. If I need a break, I’ll let you know.” He said with a light smile trying to cover up the lightest note of sadness in his voice he had failed to hide.

Whatever was going wrong in his life, a stud like Abe; young, good-looking, beautifully trimmed, well-versed into bottoming, should have never suffered from a shortage of willing tops to work his holes for all he could take. Yet, none of that was any of my business and the approaching daybreak did not spell out the best conditions for any deep, self-revealing truths between the two guys, whose friendship had just started…

Genuine Sag

Abe – Part #1

Abe – Part #1

I was just about to wrap it all up, and hitch the first cab ride on my way home.

I got to the “Eagle” far too late, and I guess a rainy, damp late November Wednesday night was not really THE big night on the town around there. Frankly, I did not care. I had a very long day at work. I sure, earned my drinks that night. A hot guy to mess around a bit would have been fine, too. Only, the “Eagle” was rather on the empty side: few regulars, way past their prime with a rare sprinkling of several Eastern European ‘amateur working bois-wanna-be porn stars’ barely of legal age sporting impressive quantities of that awful-looking faux-gold that they must have bought at one of the cheap German coffee retailer chain stores.

I stood up to nod my ‘Good-byes’ to the two baristas whom I had known for a few years when Abe walked in.

If I was too late for the Wednesday night, this guy must have been completely hopeless. Our eyes met. He smiled and nodded lightly with his head. I returned the favor. I froze in the middle of the planned ‘Good-byes’, scratched that plan on the spot, bought myself a small bottle of water, and hit the otherwise very empty backroom. He followed in within a minute.

I locked the door of the private cabin before any of the few remaining patrons realized that we were actually hooking up, and that they were about to miss on some of the show. Like I said, it was simply too late…

Abe must have been 6”1’, 165# with a good haircut showing off his cute, manly face and perfect complexion. Brown eyes, dirty blond guy in his mid-20’s with a slim-cut shirt and very low-cut jeans did perfect justice to his very tight, completely smooth body. I find beefy guys, steroid babes and the victims of the overfrying sunbeds amusing to look at. Their looks scream “I want to conform, I want to be accepted” to me, and that’s the part I find to be a massive turn-off.

Abe, as it turned out was your regular gym rat, religious about his workout but determined never to reach the nether lands of grotesque by any chance.

Not a bit on a shy side, he started slowly kissing me, opening my shirt and fumbling with my belt at the same time. An obviously unhappy dude started banging on the door either hoping that we would let him in or that we may have forgotten to lock up. Abe cracked up a light smile and went down south towards my left nipple. He was pushing all the right buttons.

If I was reading it right, this guy was one of those energetic and very entrepreneurial fellows, who enjoy doing all the work for a reward of getting a preferably sizeable dick to play with. Much to his credit, he knew how to do it right. He was fast but unhurried; assertive but never pushy. For a guy of his age, he certainly lacked neither practice nor enthusiasm nor obvious talent.

Abe’s massive onslaught slowed down considerably, once he started working on my dick. If he was saving time in the beginning, this is when he wanted to spend his hard-earned savings and luxuriate on the job at hand and mouth, too.

He started by slowly kissing my dick, and was progressing towards the series of quick licks on the underside. He went to his knees straight away and never tried to bend and suck dick in that awkward position which allows for little or no eye contact – a sure sign of a good cocksucker.

He grabbed my hips and steadied himself. He used his tongue to gently slap my dick from the underside and have drops of pre-cum land on his tongue. He also kept on looking up at me to see, if he was doing all right. I started massaging the back of neck giving him a slight guidance, as to what speed of action I enjoyed most. My left hand held his tightly on my hip. Yeah, we were turning into a good team, the two of us.

Once Abe started a slow, deliberate and full-scope action, I knew I hit gold. He simply knew his stuff. No teeth on my dick, no grating, no hand action, perfect speed. If anything, this guy was a sure keeper.

After sucking on my balls and making them dripping wet, hot and bothered, he turned to occasional slow, long-lasting deep-throating. Unlike the clueless guys who thought they would learn their stuff by watching those robotic movements that grace most of the gay porn these days, Abe must have learnt his stuff on the job, as the saying goes.

He would always stop for a second or two to consciously suppress the gagging instinct, open wide and swallow my dick into his throat, in one careful, slow and perfectly crafted motion. I figured out that he was well past the guys who thought that ‘choking on their dicks’ was the highest form of satisfaction and a cheap ego-boost any cocksucker could give them.

It takes some class to elicit the highest respect while you are on your knees, sucking on other dude’s equipment. Yet, Abe did it with utmost ease and grace.

I was totally primed now, and I sensed that it was then my turn to take over. As if reading my thoughts, Abe looked up, with my dick still deeply planted inside his throat. I nodded and started the slow but deliberate face-fuck. A good top knows how to challenge his sucker to the best of his abilities. This is a complex play which involves some serious non verbal communication, series of quick breaks, changing of angles and speed, attack and withdrawal, initiative and passivity. Every fool knows how to slam his dick into the other guy’s throat. It takes some skill and experience to make sure that this other guy, kneeling before you, enjoys his ride just as much.

I felt my orgasm was approaching. I gave Abe a gentle squeeze on his shoulder; he looked up again, and saw that smile on my face. He knew, I was getting there, and it was up to him to choose, where he wanted to have my load delivered. He grabbed my ass and immediately started deep-throating. I shot a big load down his throat. He took the last two ropes on the top of this tongue, and savored the taste for a moment. The big smile on his face meant his approval beyond a shred of any doubt.

Sunset Runner Hunk