Pretty Boy

My Playroom—March, 2018

The good weather continued—and the next day I actually made a connection on Adam.  He was young.  Of course, nowadays, who isn’t younger than me?  But this guy was younger than  the 35 year old I call young.  I think he was about 28.  He’d been fucked, but he wanted to try me on for size.

He was good looking.  And not just because he was half my age.  He went to the gym.  He had great bone structure.  He had a profile that used to send Hollywood into a dead faint.  He was so pretty I agreed to use a condom.  (Now I’ve made some of my readers faint...)

He passed step one:  He was on time.

And step two:  He looked like his pictures.

And step three, too:  He was eager to get naked and fuck.

We headed upstairs…

I tell him where to stow his clothes.  He gets on his knees, the moment he shuts the drawer. 

The first set back:  He is not very good with his mouth.  He’s eager, but no talent.  I tell him to cover his teeth.  He looks confused.  I tell him to stand up.  I demonstrate.  I stand back up and push his broad shoulders down back until he’s in a kneeling position.  He’s better, but still catching my flared cock head with his canines.  I tell him to oval big.  I grab his pretty blond head and fuck his face.  This makes him jerk his cock so fast, I stop—afraid he’ll shoot in the first ten minutes.

I forget about his lack of oral skill the moment I see his downy bubble butt on the fuck bench.  I kneel and spend a very long time eating him out.  He reaches down and begins to jerk himself awkwardly.  I bat his hand away at least twice.  The last time he stops himself—he is so close to cumming.

I stand.  I have rolled on a Magnum Bareskin condom as I lick.  I over-lube it and work it up his ass.  Well, he can handle big dick back here.  And I have to say, that for a condom, it’s pretty good.  It is certainly thinner than a regular Magnum.  He hits the poppers, and strokes his dick frantically.  Once again I push his had away.  I’m not having him shoot two minutes into the fuck.

I pull out.  Dirty water shoots out of his ass.  I grab a towel and get him to the shower with my bulb.  I clean up and go back upstairs to watch porn.  He comes back…and I get him in the sling.  His ass tastes of soap—but better that than the other.  He loves watching himself in the mirror above the sling.  I get him re-lubed with my spit.  I condom up and enter him again.  He knows how to squeeze—a very good thing with my wrapped cock.

I fuck and pull out, thinking to strip the rubber off and eat him some more. 

Nope.  He’s just as watery.  Again.

I tell him to take the time to drain.

He doesn’t.  I send him to the shower for a third time after another brief fuck.

I’ve had enough.  When he comes back and hops in the sling, I bend over and suck his cock.

He pops a huge load—filling my mouth.

He gets dressed in a hurry and all but runs out of there…

I’m pretty sure he blocked me, too.

I make up for it the next night--the Fluid Pig comes town...