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interlude: Dean
Taking a break from Starting Slow. It’s a bit unusual but I hope you like this one.
Had a busy Saturday but got messages from a friend of a friend who chatted and flirted and eventually convinced me to go out for drinks with the gang. Okay, he didn’t have to persuade me very hard.
Long story short, we had drinks and danced a bit and then we ended up looking for a place to go. Wanted to take him back to mine, but he wasn’t comfortable with that, so we went to a hotel.
I understand his discomfort. Dean is a teacher or a lecturer or something at a local educational institution. I think he’s fairly closeted, because of personal choices, and because of his job and family and religious background.
Which is a pity, because he’s very good looking - used to be a model - and every time I’ve seen him he’s had a different hair cut and well-groomed facial hair, and he’s always wearing very modish clothes. Saturday night was no different. He was stylishly dressed, made the rest of us look pretty plain and boring.
He can afford those clothes because his family is well-off, which is also how we checked into a five star hotel in the city in the middle of the night. Good thing I drove.
I’d taken my emergency supplies out of the car before we went up into the hotel from the basement car park, and I barely had time to put them down next to the bed before Dean jumped me.
He hugged me and kissed me and then all but dragged me into the bathroom - a quick shower and then he kicked me out so that he could clean up. I took an extra towel with me, dried myself off thoroughly before tossing the damp towel on the armchair by the window, put the dry towel on one side of the bed, checked my supplies, adjusted the air-conditioning, turned down the lights a little and then lay down on top of the sheets.
(Hotel room tip - if you’re planning to have anal and then sleep in the same bed, have sex on the top sheet not under the blankets and have a towel ready to catch any unpleasant drips, so you don’t have to lie in a (possibly) stinky wet mess.)
I was half-hard and stroking myself idly when Dean came out of the shower. His hair was damp and longer than I expected - he’d had a part of it tied up, a little tail that stuck out at the top. His eyes were surprisingly bright, and his lips were dark red - I remembered how soft they were when I kissed them before.
He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and I took a moment to appreciate him. He’s a tall guy, with a lean build and fairly big arms - actually, pretty broad through the shoulders but with a small waist. Not a very developed chests but a nice flat stomach - dark nipples, about average size. I wondered how sensitive they were.
He walked past me to the window side of the room. He did have a rounded bubble-butt, and I was looking forward to bouncing off it. I was looking for a bulge in his towel, but I didn’t see anything. Ah, I could get him hard later. Dean undid the chain of the cross he was wearing around his neck and put it on the side table nearest him, and then he looked at me and smiled - what a great smile.
“Ta-daa!” he said, and turned around and dropped his towel. I got a great view when he bent down to pick it up - he was smooth! - and he tossed his towel over the wooden chair that was by the tv console slash desk.
When he turned around, I had to control my features. For all his height, Dean had a small dick - no pubes (well, shaved or waxed or whatever). He was fully hard, pointed straight up, no sign of a foreskin, so hard that his head was smooth and bulging. Nice mushroom cap, but the stem wasn’t very thick or long, if you get what I mean. He did have almost comically huge balls that made his member look even smaller.
He climbed on the bed and knelt next to me. I grabbed his balls, which got me a moan, and then wrapped my hand easily around his cock. He bent over to kiss me - such soft lips - and then I had to let go of him because he was moving down my body.
Dean was extraordinarily talented with his mouth, bestowing butterfly kisses that got my nipples instantly erect before licking and sucking and then biting and tugging at them with his teeth, which made me gasp and moan. He worked his way, kissing and licking, down to my now-hard rod, never taking it into his mouth, just working up and down the outside and underside of the shaft, and then licking my balls before sucking them. I rarely get to see a guy with a moustache working my junk - I wanted him to suck on me properly.
That drove me pretty wild, but Dean stopped and then he sort of climbed back up and lay on me, so I had one arm around him, and we kissed some more. I could feel his cock hard and wet against me. I had my other hand behind his head, and when we stopped and he came up for air, I tousled his hair. He tugged on my cock.
“Time to do some work,” he said.
We worked, all right - it wasn’t just me. Anyone looking in the window at 3am would have seen Dean’s face with my hand wrapped around his mouth to stifle his moaning, because he’d gotten out of the bed, braced against the wall under with his legs spread, waiting patiently while I got gloved and lubed up, and then wiggled his bum as I lubed up his hole and then turned into a complete buttslut when I pushed in, moaning and whining and groaning.
I fucked him up against the window, then bent over the bed, then on his back in the armchair, then took him doggy-style on the bed (he was on all fours for a while, with me kneeling behind him, and then when I climbed up to squat over him and fuck downwards, he knocked down his elbows so he was face down ass up) - and all the time I was fucking him he was pushing back, so much so that I would often stop and let him do the moving. He was a noisy bottom, aside from moaning every time I moved in him, and he would often sort of chant “yeahyeahyeahyeah” or ask me to fuck him harder. I have to admit I was quite turned on by how active and fierce the fucking was, and now into it Dean was.
He was so horny and his hole so hungry that he positioned me on the bed, then sat on my cock and moved up and down, his hands playing with my nipples, his balls bouncing against my abs as my dick moved in his hole, and then he leaned back, bracing with hands behind him in my thighs and changed to a sort of forward-backward slide.
We finished with him lying on the bed with the dry towel under him, holding on to his legs above his head as I fucked his ass. I asked him if I could cum into the condom in him, but he wanted to see me shoot, so when I was close, I pulled out, snapped off the condom, and changed position so I was straddling his body and just in the nick of time I pumped out my thick load on Dean’s chest and neck.
I climbed off him and threw the condom into the waste paper basket under the desk. Dean was idly rubbing my cum into his chest, making small circles around his nipples.
“Can help me cum?” he said, spreading his legs and wrapping his fingers (moistened with my juice) around his cock. When I nodded, he said “Punch my balls”.
I’m no stranger to ball-bashing, but it isn’t a common practice either. I made a fist and punched up between his still-spread legs. His grunt was a mixture between pain and pleasure.
“Against the bed,” he said, so my second punch mashed his big sack between my fist and the mattress. His masturbation got more frantic.
“Let go,” I said.
“What?”
“Let go of your cock,” I said, “Or I will stop.”
He looked a little taken aback, but he let go. He didn’t move his hand too far away from his dick.
“You’re a pig,” I said, punching him gently, “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he said, softly. “Harder please.”
“Harder than this?”
I hit his sack again, harder.
“Ye-es,” he said, around a moan.
“Like this?”
I hit, hard.
“Ye … es.” This time the pause was longer.
I hit his balls again.
“Please,” he whispered, “I want to cum.”
I hit his balls.
“Please,” even softer this time.
I wondered momentarily what his students or his family or his church cell group would think if they could see him now, this smart, loving, handsome, hunky teacher, with my load on his chest, with his sloppy freshly fucked hole, begging to be allowed to cum, needing a dull ache in his balls before he can finish himself off. Do you think they’d understand that there’s nothing weird or strange or wrong, that this is the animal part of us, that everyone has their own kinks or fetishes or preferences or whatever you want to call them, and that, if anything, that makes us all more human and alike than it makes us different? Frankly, I think it’s a kind of honour to be allowed this far into someone’s personal world, to see this much of their true self … doesn’t stop me from messing with them, and maybe that’s my own kink, but I always try to make sure that it’s a mostly consensual, and that everyone has fun and cums and isn’t hurt.
Anyway, I pushed his hand onto his dick, and he went back to beating his meat furiously.
It only took a couple more bashes before he came, shooting a gusher of thick cum into the air, a large amount, while gasping for breath and bucking his hips as he continued jacking.
He was panting when he finished, and I let him lie there while I grabbed my towel and had another shower. Despite the air conditioning, I was sweaty from the vigorous fuck.
He came in to join me after a few minutes and we got cleaned up. When I got out, I saw that he’d cleared the bed and smoothed down the sheets - even disposed off my condom foil. We turned the lights out and climbed into bed - me on the side near the bathroom, and him on the side next to where he’d put down his cross. And after a while, Dean away from me turned to lie on his side, and I turned towards him, and he scooted backward, and I put an arm around him, my fingers resting against his flat belly, and we fell asleep in the spoon position.
***
So I’m awake now - it’s Sunday morning and I was thinking and remembering and typing this on my phone peacefully because Dean was still asleep, but now he’s awake and has got his hand on my cock - if I can get him to stop for a while I might post this, because it’s too difficult to cut and paste and format and all that while the hot guy I smashed last night is playing with my junk trying to convince me to give him another round.
***
He didn’t stop, so I put my phone away and then gloved up and ploughed him face down onto the bed (noisy fucker made so much noise I had to press his face into a pillow) and then after I shot my load, he flipped over and jacked himself furiously off (I bashed his balls a couple of times) and then he unloaded a small dribbly load on his lower belly. We showered and changed and checked out, grabbed a quick brunch, and I got home maybe half an hour ago.
Starting Slow
I’m always a little horny after the gym. Makes sense, all that blood pumping around, some of it winds up down there. That Sunday afternoon, though, I found myself in the hawker centre, getting a partial erection from checking out one of the helpers at the chicken rice stall. Decided that I should do something about my horniness.
I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder and set off on the long-ish walk home. It’s a good way to continue warming down and burn off a few extra calories - plus the walkway along the road is usually empty enough that I can send text messages.
I should really set up a group chat for all my fuckbuddies, but they don’t all know each other. I had to message one by one. I didn’t think I’d have much luck (short notice, Sunday afternoon) but JW (not his real name) replied saying that he was finishing off a late lunch with his family, and would drive over afterwards.
Don’t tell him I said this, but I think JW is really hot. 24 year old bi guy, signed-on when he was serving NS, in some training role so he works hard to be fitter than his men. Has a couple of interesting kinks, most of which suit me fine. Tell you later.
He let me know how roughly how long he would be. I asked him not to worry about it, to come over whenever. He’d buzz me from downstairs and I would let him up.
I got home, tidied up a bit, and then hopped in the shower for a quick refresh, even though I’d cleaned up after the gym. I dried off a bit, and checked myself in the mirror.
Don’t be fooled. I’m not outstanding - nothing that you won’t see in any gym in the country. Generic-looking Straits-born Chinese guy in his early thirties, pretty average looking, short hair. Fairly solid build, broad shoulders, less of a v-taper than I had in my twenties, and my waist is bigger, too. (I work out as regularly as I can, and I do laps in the condo pool, and get a little sun, enough to have a light tan.)
Still, I’m in fairly good shape.Visible abs, check. Low body fat, check. Gym fit, as they say on the apps, which helps me to get about as much fun as I want. Of course, I only show my headless torso - checked it in the mirror, still looking good. I brushed my hand across my chest: nipples nicely erect, small brown discs on the outside corners of reasonably-sized pecs. Took a look down, half-hard cock - average length, maybe a little on the thick side, uncut but with the head peeping out a little, with a small neatly-trimmed thatch of pubes, balls hanging low from the heat of the shower. I pulled back my foreskin, to make sure that I was clean around the cock head - I’d washed in the gym and again at home, but no harm checking, since it was going to go into someone’s mouth.
All in all, not too bad.
I threw on a pair of loose black shorts and a fairly snug old white t-shirt. It shows off my body lines, and it’s transparent enough that my nipples kind of show through it. I like it. I left the bathroom and went through the kitchen to the back to hang my towel out to dry. I was still out there, when the buzzer went off.
JW had arrived.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Interesting Sunday evening
Tonight, this guy with a nice profile photo on Grindr messaged me:
Of course, I couldn’t help myself. I haven’t had a nice ass in a loooong time (Alex, come back! 😭😭😭). So I asked him to come to my hotel. Never mind if he didn’t have a face pic. I figured I’d just cover his face with a pillow and focus on that amazing ass if he turned out to be Shrek’s brother:
As normal Grindr transactions would go, in exchange of his ass pic, he asked for my dick pic. Normally, I’d decline because I don’t like sending dick pics. But out of fear that he’d back out, I did. And luckily, the photo I sent matched his fetish for formal wear:
In less than an hour, I went to the hotel lobby to pick the guy. I was really curious how he’d look like. I had very little hope about the face department because tonight, I was too heartbroken (messaged my ex a happy birthday and he seen-zoned me) and too horny to care. But lo and behold, I was greeted by this incredibly handsome man. When we got to my room, I asked him, what’s your mix?
German, Arab, Chinese, Malay. As it turned out, this mix would yield a Caucasian looking face —sharp nose, deep-set and light-colored eyes, with the smooth hairless skin of an Asian boy, and I had no idea where he got his bubble butt from but I was not complaining. Basically, he’s attractive as hell. And what a wild bottom who hadn’t been fucked in quite a while (he was tight and he bled 😰). He let me choke him, he asked me to spit on him twice, he did every single thing I asked him to do.
He asked me not to post his full face because his parents were quite prominent figures. And so I had to edit the photo. Maybe, someday I’d post the videos if I could find an app that could pixelize his face (any recommendation?).
But for now, if you’re curious on what naughty things we did, head over to my Twitter: https://mobile.twitter.com/cuddletilsunday
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