Sunday, February 18, 2007

Encore with Guy from the Corner Store

Ok, I won't go into the weather. I got very spoiled by the mild weather so far this winter in Washington, DC until now. One benefit is that "my cup runneth over" in the sex department.

I have nailed AF twice since my last post. He e-mailed me again this last Thursday and wants another load. The guy is becoming a regular cumpig, which is making me wonder about the whole attitude after I originally busted into him raw. I mean, after all...., he is a guy that gets fucked anonymously. I won't get too righteous, because I really enjoy fucking him. I'd like to get him to drive up to DC occasionally.

The big news is an encore fuck with Guy from the Corner Store. He left here after our first hookup with my e-mail addy, but I never heard from him. I haven't seen him around in the neighborhood either. I was being to think he was from out-of-town. Anyway, out of the blue he e-mails me last week. We go back and forth ending with him in my bed most of this afternoon.

I am totally worn out but satiated. We fucked and sucked from shortly after 1PM till almost 6PM. Every time I blew my load, he raced down between my legs to encourage me back to action. He is a fucking fantastic bottom. We took a short break to drink some wine and eat some meat and cheese and then had one more nice leisurely screw. I had already 4 times cum, so it lasted forever. He was totally opened up, but just tight enough to grab on to my dick as I plowed away. He has one of those holes that just surrounds your dick and hangs on. He also has the firmest bubble butt, which my hands and mouth were all over. It was totally fucking hot.

At a little before 6PM, the alarm on his watch went off. He jumped up to stop it and kinda shot me a sheepish look holding his jeans. I asked, "you gotta go?" "Yeah, been here longer than I figured on", he said.

Time was up. I told him to jump into the shower, which he seemed glad to do. A few minutes later, after watching him pull his jeans over that bare ass, I am standing at my front door. As he goes to leave he hesitates and gives me a quick peck on the lips and flashes a smile. I definitely want to fuck him again!

BTW, I may have a quasi bf. K and I have been out every Saturday, since our first date. No sex yet yet though, which is beginning to be an issue. We did grope a little last night, but he stayed on the train at New York Avenue last night. I'll keep you posted.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Raw and Anonymous - Pt. 2

Ok, so my last post was about how I got a pissy e-mail from the dude I fuck anonymously in Virginia, now and forever referred to as AF, after filling his ass with my load and how I was guilty. More than a week goes by and I get another one of his e-mails. He wants too hookup again. Long story short, after all the bs I am now fucking him raw. I have never seen his face. I am sure that the guy has a girlfriend or even a wife. He has a spectacular ass! A worked out bod. I pumped another load into it Friday night. As I am pulling my jeans on getting ready to leave, he says in a low mumble "You are the only guy that has ever fucked me raw. Please be honest with me." "no problem", I say and let myself out and head home.

Saturday night I had a date. My morning routine has become pretty standard over the last few weeks. I walk to the New York Avenue Metro Station and ride downtown to work. I have found that this is the easiest and most hassle-free way to get to and from work. A few weeks ago, I started to notice that each morning when I got onto the first car of the train that the same guy was sitting on the bench seats against the wall by the door. A real cutie with this all-American young guy look, 30's and wearing these scholarly-looking glasses. The whole package is just sexy. Well, I have just found myself staring over my book or newspaper at him lately and trying to figure out if "he is" or if "he isn't"? I don't have a great "gaydar", believe it or not, and have never had a great ability at knowing whether I should approach a guy in these situations or not. Well, early last week he solves this problem for me. As I am grabbing the pole near his seat, he looks up at me and flashes this great big friendly smile and looks directly at me and says, "Good Morning! How are you today?"

I fumbled to make friendly small talk as the trained rolled from stop to stop. As the doors closed at the stop right before mine, K reaches into his bag and comes out with his business card. He hands it to me as the train is pulling into my station and with another great big smile says, "give me a call, OK?" I say "Definitely!" and reached my hand out so that I can give his hand a friendly shake and little squeeze before I get off the train.

I called and got K's voicemail that afternoon like an eager teenager. When I was gathering my stuff together leaving the gym that night, I noticed on my cell that he had called back and left a message. We connected the next day and had a great chat. Chat lead to dinner and a movie last night near Gallery Place. After the movie we walked around for a while and ended up back at the Hagens das shop eating ice cream and getting to know each other. It was great. He is a very nice guy and I felt very comfortable with him. I'd have jumped him right there, but got the vibe that he wasn't ready for that yet. We did do some heavy kissing on the Metro on the way back toward our part of the City. And, he called early this morning, so clearly he thinks things went well too! I'll keep you posted.