A Busy Day: Part II

When I got home, I sat on the toilet and shat the kind of pain shit after being fucked really well. It hurt a little, but my hole felt warm and the pain was a great satisfied pain. I smiled. I wiped my ass. I flushed. I went back to my room. It was time to find a slut to fuck.

I must explain that I have had a boyfriend before, and I like the experience of having one steady guy there to fool around with, to be intimate with, to love. There is nothing better than that. The problem is those guys are really hard to come by. The alternative isn't nice.

The alternative is a one-night stand, or a regular fuck buddy. Either way, the only interaction you have is fucking. To me, if there's just fucking going on--let it be just fucking. I'm not going to stand for false intimacy, or feigned love, or uncomfortable cuddling from a lonely kid who has so little sexual contact that his one night stand is the closest he's ever been to another man. I'm not that kind of emotionally sensitive guy. Judge me if you want.

In other words, I'm looking for a guy who will let me fuck him and forget him. There's a guy who's about twenty blocks away, white, cute, looking for a relationship, but claiming he just wants to get fucked. No.

There's another guy, 42...Why do I even need to continue? Delete.

There's a sexy, slim black guy in his early thirties who wants to flip-flop. Maybe I'll hit him up next weekend. But right now, all I want to do is cum in a guy's ass and go to bed.

I've been messaging about ten guys. Only two carry on the conversation. One lied about where he is living, and actually lives an hour away by train and is trying to convince me to go over to his house for the night. Guys, if you don't know this yet, don't ever do this. I did this once...I'll write about it later. It will almost never turn out well. My story didn't. But I was a young horny idiot then.

The other guy I'm still talking to is Asian and is only seven blocks away. He seems really into it. I tell him I'm either going to come over and fuck him now, or I'm not going to come over at all. By this point he's practically begging me to come over. He pounces on the idea, and I start walking.

Again, that feeling that I'm fucking my life up creeps over me, but I push the ideas back down. I'm gay, and I'm not entirely out because of my job. This is how that community operates. I'm not the kind of guy who's going to go out to clubs. Where else can I meet guys? I've tried the public restrooms, the "bookstores" and "cinemas," the actual dating from online profiles... None of it has worked yet.

Besides, this is the same behavior as my straight friends. They go to the clubs, meet a random girl, and go home with them. What's so different about this. I at least have the privilege of finding out if the guy is a total creeper beforehand.

I'm at his place. I give him a call, and when I do, my dick stirs just a little bit.

He comes to the door and starts talking. I have no idea what he's saying. I just start laughing when he laughs. He wrote so fluently, but his Chinese accent is so thick I have no idea how to respond when he looks at me.

Because I can't really go for the foreplay, and because I don't want to really go for the foreplay, when he shuts the door, I sit down on his bed/futon, and pull out my dick. He smiles, says something, and laughs a little bit. I laugh a little bit in response, and then point to my dick. He gets the message even if I'm not getting his, and he starts sucking. He's a great cocksucker. He keeps moving up to suck on my nipples, and then raises his head towards mine. I know he wants to kiss, but I'm not about to get intimate. I push his head back down towards my cock, and he willingly moves back to it. He was riding on that pole for a good twenty minutes before I realized I should start fucking him. I reach over to grab his condom, and open it. he notices the movement and reaches for the lube and starts prepping his ass.

I go in. It feels amazing. This is what I've needed for a long time. This is exactly what I wanted. We start doggie style. Then I twist him so that one of his legs is on my should while I enter him from the side. He's going crazy. We switch to missionary, then back to doggie style. We switch from being on the bed to bending him over the armrest of the futon. He's using his hands to prop him up from the floor. I'm still straight fucking him. I go for about thirty minutes, and realize I'm probably not gonna cum while I'm fucking him, so I pull myself off of him, throw off the condom, and direct him to my cock again.

About five minutes later I blow. He wanted to swallow my sperm but I came so much that he couldn't hold it all. He lifted his head up right as I was shooting another wad and it hit him in the eye and ran across his face. I spewed three more times. He gave himself a cute facial.

He grabbed some paper towels for me, and walked to the bathroom. I towel off fast using his towel, and throwing the paper towels on the floor. I quickly get dressed and am walking out of the door when he comes from the bathroom to try and give me a hug, asking me to hang out for a few minutes. I make up some work excuse. I leave and he watches me go.

Another job well done.