Hello everyone! I want to thank everyone for all of the positive messages I have received from readers of this Blog. I really do appreciate the feedback. All is well with me, it is just so fucking hard to Blog sometimes. I am not complaining, but it takes time to collect my thoughts and to decide whether anything that is happening to me is even worth Blogging about. So, thank you for taking time to even read this....
My fwb D is still a particular fascination of mine. I "collared" him, at his request, with a locked chain around his neck a few years ago and I have the only 2 keys to the lock. He demands nothing. He expects nothing. He asks for nothing. I worked out with him last Wednesday and fucked him last night after we had a very relaxed dinner and watched a movie together. If I don't contact D for a month, he will be there when I finally reach out. I know this because I have done it. He seems to crave the detached nature of our "relationship". I see him on the Metro some mornings and he smiles. Some times he approaches me and sometimes he doesn't. He always looks absolutely delicious.
I asked him once how he explains the chain around his neck and he said no one ever asks about it. He smiled and said that people who know what it is sometimes give him a knowing look and others just probably assume it is jewelry. I'll admit that the chain around his neck makes my cock hard. Last year I was in San Francisco on the Muni and saw a guy with a heavier chain and a bigger lock around his neck. I stared, a lot. To the point that the guy noticed me staring and I got the impression that he was almost proud that I noticed the chain.
D and I work out together usually at least once a week He texts me regularly. We occasionally meet for a drink. We took golf lessons together in the Spring. Last night we cooked dinner together and watched a movie. It was weird. He messaged me and said, "If you aren't doing anything let's spend the evening together. I am positive he doesn't know about this Blog or cherryboi.
We messed around on the couch like teenagers. We fucked passionately like lovers. When I woke up this morning he was gone.
It was Thursday, August 28, 2014. I had been home less than 15-minutes before there was someone at my front door. I was still changing into sweats upstairs preparing to relax. Afterwards, I wondered whether he had been watching my house from somewhere near by??? As I type this, I am still wondering about that.
I fumbled with the drawstring on my sweats as I came down the stairs and heard my iPhone start to ring in the kitchen as I headed for the front door. I can say that I wasn't expecting anyone and I was never expecting who was at the door. But, there he was!
He is now 30, 6'1", bl, bl with the same athletic build - maybe approaching muscular. He is, believe it or not, better looking as some guys get as they age when young good looking becomes a more mature all-American handsome. He hesitantly smiled as he looked at me when I opened the door. I am unsure that I should admit this, but how does the expression go......"My heart leapt" at the sight of him. My total surprise at the sight of him went from a tightness in my chest to the ends of my toes. There is no way he did not see my surprise. I am not sure I could have hidden it.
I just stood at the door and looked at him. I don't know how long. I didn't say anything. I remember gripping and releasing the door knob a few times and saw the smile go away on his face. Everything ran through my head. I was surprised, I was angry, I was flooded by emotions and for a few seconds totally off balance and not in control. He said, "Hello", which focused me and I repeated, "Hello".
Long-time readers of this Blog will remember cherryboi. I had originally thought that cherryboi had left DC. A year or so ago, my friend "Dan" broke it to me that he had spotted cherryboi on U Street. I also had a fairly stronger suspicion that "Dan" still was in contact with him too. It had taken a long time, but I was at a point in my life where I didn't think about cherryboi everyday. Now here he was at my door. It was strangely like a really bad black and white movie.
There was another long silence. He asked, "Should I leave?", and I thought for a long minute and said, "No, come in." I pointed towards the living room as I walked to the kitchen to find my iPhone. More to give me time to think than anything else. I yelled out to see if he wanted any wine and he said, "Yes", which gave me a few more minutes to collect myself. I came back with a fresh bottle of California Cab and two glasses and poured some wine for both of us.
We sat and stared at each other for a few minutes. He started talking by saying he had wanted to call or come see me for a long time, but was sure I hated him. It ended with him crying softly om my couch as I thought about what he said and stared out my front window. We finished the bottle of wine and chatted a lot about a lot. Little does he know that I love him. I did not tell him.
It is a good thing I was reticent, because he finally told me he is sort of seeing someone. I am not surprised.
I met up with this guy that I fucked right after I moved to DC. He's cute, thin, in shape, attractive, 5'7, 130 pounds, Hispanic, late 20's. I didn't recognize him when I answered his CL post, but I did when we met up. He met me at his front door and immediately led me upstairs to his room. There was noise in the house, so he had roommates. He was obviously anxious. When he closed the bedroom door he said this was a fantasy of his. I played along.
We started groping each
other. He has a nice toned body with a great set of abs. I kiss his neck and grab his ass, squeezing it as I pull him into me. We started undressing each
other. Once we're both naked, he got down on his knees and started to give me head. He's pretty good at
it and I took advantage and started fucking his mouth, pulling on his hair and grasping the back of his head firmly with my name. After a bit of me working over his
mouth and letting him enjoy my pre-cum, he stands up and turns around. It was clear what he wanted. I pushed him forward a little, smeared some lube in his crack and aggressive pushed my rock hard cock into him raw. He has a great ass. The lube eases the entry but immediately he is struggling to adjust to a cock stuffed into his ass. He's very vocal and makes an attempt to move off my cock, but I hold him close to me. I can feel him flexing around me and adjusting to the penetration. I know his roommates must hear, so I tell him to shut the fuck up.
I ignore him and concentrate on the fuck. It feels good around my cock. His struggling makes it all the hotter. I whisper some smack into his rear as I start to fuck him. He starts to submit and I start calling him names. Telling him he's my bitch. Calling him a filthy little slut. He's obviously getting off on it. I feel him push back on my cock. I am really pounding him now and he loves
it. He finally tells me he wants my cum in him.
I tell him he needs to work for it... beg for it. I change up so I don't cum too
quickly. I want to really fuck him long
definitely game. He meets every thrust. He's getting louder the longer I pound him. I decide to get rough and smack the back of his head and tell him to shut
the fuck up. He stiffens with surprise and
really goes back on my cock as he tightens up. I decide to finish it. I grab his hips
and pull him back as I thrust and shoot a massive load deep in his ass.
It is obvious that I have filled his pussy. He tells me that he feels my hot cum in him and
it's a huge load. I hold him close for a while and work my cock into him until it softens.
We clean up and I leave. About an hour later, I check my
email and he's already messaged about me fucking him again. I like an eager boy.
Washington, DC, H Street Corridor/Atlas District/Near Northeast/SoFlo, United States
This Blog is about me, what I do, who I fuck, who I love and how I feel about it. I live the H Street Corridor/Atlas District/Near Northeast/SoFlo in Washington, DC. I like to laugh and enjoy life. I love sex. Who doesn't?