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Sep. 3rd, 2014 10:43 am
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My growlr update pinged just as I was beginning to maneuver my hand along my cock in my shorts, preparing to load up xtube and get myself off. The picture was of a man in his 40's, with a salted goatee, barely any pepper left at all. His profile said he was in an open relationship, 250 pounds, and in town for a weekend at a hotel just a half mile from my apartment. The standard back and forth occured, as is oft wont to do on these apps, until I procured an invitation to his hotel room.

Walking through the lobby, a certain nervousness began to set in. I smiled at the man working behind the desk in a way that I hoped did not convey "I'm not staying at this hotel!" and made my way up the elevator. A timid knock on the door and it was opened by a man in casual gym shorts, and an open button up. The room was icy with overwrought air conditioning, and the hunger in both of us warmed the air between us. I said hello, we did a short dance of pleasantries, I removed my shoes, and then finally, suction was applied from his jaw to mine, our lips parting, and mine taking his tongue in, working it with my own, and sucking it down deep. He tasted slightly of wine, and his palms cupped the side of my waist, driving his fingers into the curve of my back and gripping hard. They were rough hands, and their grip exuded need.

The formalities of playing with nipples for a bit got lost and my hand jerked down to his belt buckle, fumbling for a minute to feel what style, then pulling hard to the left to release it. More tongue on my tongue, and my hands are pulled up as he removes my shirt. I pulled my hand through his chest hair as he undid my shorts and his own, letting them fall to the ground and join the pile of chaotic remains.

I go to my knees and get to work. It smells clean, with just enough musk to trigger a sense memory. He moans as I take it in my throat and I worry for a minute about how thick it is. It reaches the back of my mouth perfectly, but it's width as it hardens is pressing against the lips that are curled over my teeth. Back. Forth. I maneuver it in and out of my mouth carefully and slowly, wandering my tongue around it in the little space available and teasing the head as it nears the opening. When it is hard he grunts and lifts me up by my armpits, raising me up and guiding me to the bed, placing me on my back by the edge of it.

Instinctively my legs rise up as I watch him tear open the condom and roll it over his cock. An instant later he is pushing and I am breathing. Relaxing. Letting him in. When he's in all the way I'm surprised to feel no pain, just the glorious warmth. His eyes roll back a little. I grin - I'm sure mine are too. It's obvious he won't last very long but I don't get disenheartened I clench and squeeze as his cock's pace increases speed and course. His breaths labor and sweat drips a bit on me as his brow furrows, eyes closed with focus until a triumphant bellow emerges in time with three slow but meaningful pounds to the hilt enter me. His tide ebbs and he falls on me for a minute then rolls over to let me work my cock, already hard and ready to cum.

Seconds before finishing he mutters "on my belly" and I am quick to follow instructions, letting loose my load in 4 rivets of silky mess all over his hairy stomach. It's my turn to fall over now, to rest for a moment, then to thank my host and see my way out.

I smile happily as I depart and wink at the lobby man, now with no concern what he thinks, what-so-ever. When I get on my bike I feel my hole slightly more open against it's seat and I smile.
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The room next to us was full. People we all knew hustled and bustled and talked and here we were in the space at the base of the stairs, one hallway away, him with his tongue down my throat and his hands cupping my ass, and me with one hand rubbing his crotch hungrily and my other working his nipples through his shirt.

He was a bear no doubt. A full beard, but not overwhelming, with round rosy cheeks and the kind of eyes that wink at you when he smiles. From the shirt buttons that were open popped out a small forest of hair, welcoming and friendly. I ran my hands through it to feel it bristle against them. His belly was prominent, and it pressed against my chest as I leaned in. Thick brown hair at the top, and strong arms as they wrapped me in.

My lust had reached his patiences end. I pulled back from his face and checked in the light through door slant to make sure I got his belt on the first try, rotating as I went so he could place his back against the wall. A laugh emitted from the hallway and I stopped long enough to look at the door and listen for impending footsteps.
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Good Boy.

Aug. 7th, 2014 10:28 am
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My first ever attempt at this. Be gentle:

I look around the area nearby. On the steps a gaggle of people I had met that day, and filling the street, milling about making noise for days, a crowd of bears. Jose raises an eyebrow at me from in front of me knowingly. "I guess I'll see you when you get home then!"

I smile back and nod as best as I could against the elbow locked around my neck holding my head back next to the beard of the fellow holding me. His other arm is tightly wrapped, pressing my back against his open shirted belly. A slight scratch from his chest hair prompts another smile from me that bursts into a grin as he growls in my ear.

Something about a raw sexual moment that expands past even human vocabulary works for me in an innate way I can't fully explain. I'm hard already at the mass of input my brain and body have. Tight against my shorts. From the steps comes an australian accent and a flick against the shape of my dick where it presses out: "Ah to be young again. Hard at a stiff breeze."
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abundleofsticks: (treasure trail)
An erotic livejournal I suppose.

A place to capture my true tales of sex as they have occurred. I have learned through searching and reading what public entries folks have of this group of journalers who place their tales out to the world to be enjoyed, both in a reading sense and in a sexual discovery sense. Also, I want to not forgot any of my encounters.

I am a gay man, among many other things, and my stories fit that nature.

So come aboard. Let's frock through my sexual history together. I will test my prose, you will perhaps enjoy what I have to tell of my past.

Some tales will be short. Some will be long. Some will be kinky. Some will be fairly straightforward.

All of them will be true.

I'll be adding journals and communities once I have 2 or 3 entries.

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