Turns out that the promising guy from earlier wasn't as promising as I'd thought. Nor were the others that followed. But I got lucky in the end.
C.R. lived a bit of a distance from me, but at that point I was pretty desperate and was willing to make the trip. Repeated cock-blocking will do that to you. Plus a bit of travelling is nice, especially when there's sex waiting at the end of it. At one point, after some delays in getting there, it looked like it might end up getting cancelled. He asked if I was messing him around. Thankfully, he stuck with me and we met up alright.
I was horny the whole way there, texting a bit back and forth. During the ride to his flat when we met up, I had toyed with the idea of feeling him up in the back of the taxi. I didn't, but let my shirt ride up (and my jeans down) at the back as I climbed out. I was hoping he'd be looking.
I was toying with the idea of basically pouncing on him the second we were through the door, but didn't. Until after I'd taken my shoes and jacket off, anyway. As soon as they were set aside I had my arms around him and edged him over to the living room sofa, him ending up on his back. For a change I was the first one to start getting my clothes off. Shirt first. He said he had a thing for chest hair, so was pretty happy with me in that respect. Still finding people paying that kind attention to my body slightly awkward. I'd started stripping first, but he was the one who finished first. Although I did help him out there to get his trousers and underwear off.
I was pretty tired by the time I'd gotten there, having been up since the previous day and working out earlier on. I was running on coffee, energy drink and lust. I was worried I'd be a little sluggish and not much of a fuck. When I was kissing him, I kept wondering if he thought I was slow to respond. I was mostly taken aback by how deep he went right from the start. Luckily, he seemed to like me sucking his cock, which I could do with my eyes closed and resting. I didn't want to fall asleep with a dick in my mouth though, so I tried to keep my head in the game.
His cock was kind of thick, but not so overwhelmingly so that you couldn't get your mouth around it. Just on the nice side of thick. God, it was really nice to just hold it in my hand. I've been told I'm pretty good at sucking cock. It seems to be something I took to pretty naturally, since I've not been with that many guys to practice with. I can still remember every one, for starters. Though I still gag and choke when trying to take one in completely. Definitely a gagging and choking day today, but I think C.R. got off on that a bit. I managed to get down to the base of his cock, but had to stop for air after each time.
At this point I'd gotten undressed fully as well (if I'm lucky he was too blowjob-distracted to notice the fumbling way I tried to get my socks off with a dick down my neck), and a couple of minutes later he moved things to his bedroom. Walking around naked with someone else. Another thing I don't feel great doing. Still, at least there weren't any stairs to climb! I'd stopped him before he reached the living room door. Wrapped my arms around his shoulders and neck from behind, and he started grinding against me and asking me to fuck him. To be honest I was just doing it to kiss the back of his neck (also that way his eyes were kept forward), but started mimicking the motions for his sake. I wasn't sure if I would be fucking him or the other way around. Probably not the other way, since I wasn't feeling up to bottoming today.
Things pretty much carried on from where they left off once we reached the bed. Up until he asked me to rim him. I didn't feel like bottoming in any sense, but was more than willing to oblige if he did. He did have an amazing arse. Frankly, it was all the more reason I didn't want him all focused on mine. Whenever I rim a guy, even if I don't plan on fucking him, I end up jamming my thumb or finger in there anyway. Not that I normally plan out what I'm going to do beforehand, but I've done it to guys who ended up fucking me (or tried to, anyway). But on this day, it was a precursor to fucking him. But not quite yet.
Another first today was taking pictures. All of me giving him head. I don't have the pictures to show, wouldn't be posting them publically anyway if I did, and am frankly contemplating ways to destory them (the easier way would just be ask him to get rid of them). But I gave it a go. He said he's use them later. He can fap to them if he wants. Though I don't know, the thought of it doesn't really do anything for me. I don't find it hot or exciting, it's just not for me. And I guess I'd just feel safer if they were gone. I saw what happened to Scarlett Johansson, and I don't think the FBI will be rushing to my aid.
We got around to fucking after that. This is where the tiredness might have kept me from giving my best (not that I think I'm particularly great anyway). Was going to fuck him on his back, but ended up flipping him onto his stomach instead. Listening to him moan was hot. And I like lying on the guy's back when fucking him like that, trying to push as far in as I can (or if they do that to me). And there's the back of his neck again. After a while, I got him on his back again but let's say that things were getting rather messy by then. You're sticking your dick in people's arses, it's going to happen. Was the reason I didn't feel like bottoming. I decided not to carry on, apoligised (and got told not to, but it's a force of habit), and went to clean up.
Didn't fuck again after that. He did come twice, though. Which was nice. I didn't come, but it doesn't stop me from enjoying myself. Keeps me horny, mind. But watching someone else come is hot.
Also the first time someone asked me to spit in his mouth. Have to say, that was pretty hot. Seeing him with his jaw all wet. Perhaps it's not something I'll just do to anyone, but with someone who brings it up first I would. Maybe next time I'll try letting someone do it to me. I was kind of hoping C.R. would have just gone ahead and done it.
A lot of time was spent just lying together and talking. Maybe with a bit too much honesty for my liking when I think back on it. But just lying with a guy is something I really like. Feeling the body warmth, or the weight on top of you. The bedsheets were covered with sweat at that point, but I wasn't bothered. Almost fell asleep there, and honestly I wish I could have. He offered to let me stay over on another night or a weekend. Really want to hold him to that.
I really could do with getting used to accepting compliments. He did give a lot. Telling me I'm handsome, or gentle, or thoughtful. How much I turned him on. But I always end up thinking to myself: "You can't really mean that, seriously. I'm obviously not." I just smiled slightly and looked away.
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