And Boom Goes The Dynamite: Tale of An Early Discharge

On my way to Madison, I stopped by to see a friend in Eau Claire on the way there.  We've played a couple of times before and I always have a great time with him.  He’s sweet and oddly conventional, given his age and his many kinks.  He’s in his mid-thirties, probably 5’5”, and stocky.  His skin is so soft, yet his body is really firm.  An incredible kisser, with great energy and imagination, his most outstanding feature is… you guessed it,  his dick.  Nicely thick, it’s at least 8.5 – and I have to estimate here, because it has a wicked curve, unlike any I’ve encountered, it may well be nine inches.

I arrive, enter his apartment, and begin to strip at the door.  As I’m taking off my boots, he appears from around the corner, in jogging pants and a tee.  He works overnight, so I am impeding on his sleep time, but he always makes an exception for me.  He smiles and moves into the bathroom.  I finish stripping, grab my bag of goodies and follow. 

His clothing has already hit the floor.  We kiss.  And it’s like oxygen to me.  We lose ourselves.  Aggressively, I pull back his head – this occurs any time someone is shorter than me.  Even though he’s the top (and quite aggressive and dominant), I like to exert a little power, too, a little push back, if you will.  He tolerates this a while before grabbing my face and redirecting it to his dick, which is hard as a rock from the get go.

Because of the curve, I have to approach it from the side.  It makes for a kind of awkward stance, and I struggle, due to the degree of its curve and thickness, to get half of it in my mouth.  My head keeps trying to figure out the logistics and geometry necessary to accommodate his cock.  I never get the opportunity to complete my task, though.  He wants more kissing.

Soon, he’s on his knees, and I’m thinking he’s going to suck my cock, but no.  Instead he positions himself under me, between my legs, and begins to eat my ass.  Stuck between the tub and the wall opposite it, quarters are a bit tight, but he makes good use of the space.  One of my legs inches up the wall, opening me up, allowing him maximum access.  Dude can eat ass.  And loves doing it.  I am feeling totally piggy and am looking forward to what I assume will be at least an good hour’s worth of fun.

He stands and we kiss a bit more.  Then he tells me he needs to piss.  I know exactly what he’s hinting at… that’s why we’re in the bathroom.  Last time I visited him, he expressed an interest in water sports and we both took turns peeing on each other.  I climb in the tub and he stands over me.  His dick is rock hard, but he eventually able to get a stream going.  It is potent stuff.  I take it in my mouth and spit it back out several times, before he sprays down my entire body.  As this is happening, I am rock hard and close to cumming – and my hand isn’t even touching my dick! That’s how this kind of power exchange affects me. 

We shower.  He finishes first and heads to the bedroom.  I stay behind, check my ass, gargle.  I like water sports, but I also like a clean mouth.  Walking into the bedroom, he has a gangbang vid playing on the big screen.  Strewn across the bed: poppers, lube, various small towels, and a canister of some kind of spray.  Crawling up between his legs, I lick his balls, and work his monster in my mouth and down my throat.  Something about this position actually makes his dick easier to handle and I get within a half inch of the base.  It’s a tight, tight fit – and, again, due to that wicked curve – I feel as if the damn thing is lodged somewhere in my sinus cavities. 

Mr. Eau Claire does not remain supine for long.  After some more kissing, he is up, eating my hole.  This morphs into a kind of 69 position with me eating his ass as well.  We get piggy with it.  Soon, he’s behind me, working his cock into my eager, willing, needy hole.  Seriously, I purposely put off any sex until this encounter because I love it when my desire for sex evolves into need.  It heightens everything, like a rush of oxygen after being submerged underwater for a long time.   Faced sideways on the bed , I have a great view of the television.  I glance over my shoulder and what should I see, but my own ass staring back at me!  He has cleverly placed a pair of mirrors on the wall behind me, which makes for perfect viewing.  I am entranced as I watch him mount me – yes, I feel like a porn star.  And I feel… completely filled.  That fucking dick is thick and that curve manages to stretch the inside of my hole in a manner unlike any other.

He hits that hole doggy-style for a good ten minutes, before standing up and power fucking me from above.  I love it. Then he manipulates my body so I am on my side and he is on one knee so that his dick hits me where a straight dick would.  I am loving this, love feeling his power and drive – AND we’re doing this all without any poppers.  I keep stealing looks in the mirror and suggest something I had planned on doing with every trick I encounter during this vacation: I want him to take a pic of his dick in my hole!  He agrees, and I run to get my camera.

I return with the camera and find him lying with his head on the pillow again.  I turn on the camera and set it aside.  About to start sucking his dick again, I realize I want to sit on it instead.  I do.  This seems to surprise him, I guess.  The energy in the room changes, but I choose to ignore it, and with my feet firmly planted flat on either side of his body, I begin raising and lowering myself on his prick.  Using the headboard for a bit of leverage, I just get to the point where I’m really bouncing, when he makes a noise, like discomfort, but not exactly, again, more like he’s surprised.  At this moment, while bouncing on his dick, I look him in the eyes and tell him I want him to breed my hole deep and hard…

And boom goes the dynamite.

He’s caught off guard by it.  So am I.  Did he just shoot his load?  Wow. He did!

Not that I’m complaining.  But he is.  He says ‘Who does that to a dick?’  There’s a little anger in his tone and I don’t know how to react. He’s clearly disappointed.  And I understand why.   We usually play for a good hour before he fires one off.  In a way, we just got started.  Hell, we didn’t even get to the poppers, which have always been a big part of our play.  I sit on his dick and he is squirming like it’s a bit painful, but pleasure pain.  Concerned, I dismount and clean him up a bit with my tongue.  He tells me that he came because he wasn’t in control, I was.  Again, I don’t know what to feel.  Is he blaming me?  I try not to read too much into it.  Honestly,  I’m kind of gleeful and satisfied. 

Reaching over, I turn off the camera.  His dick is going soft and I realize that a pic is not going to be happening after all.  No biggie.  I move in to cuddle, hoping that there will be kisses and some intimacy.  But, no.  I mean, I do cuddle him, but it feels very one-sided.  His head is turned away, so kissing is off the books, too.  Now I’m still all horned up, pressing my hard dick into his thigh.  I have one of my legs hiked up between his, pressing my inner thigh onto his soft dick.  Grinding into him on occasion, I kind of hope that there’s a second load in the offing, but decide not to push the issue.

Instead, I do what I used to do with one of my old boyfriends to get him in the mood; I very, very gently play with one of his nips, holding the tip gently between two fingers and applying just the slightest pressure, holding it there and then releasing it.  It’s subtle and I keep repeating this.  He has his eyes closed and I am thinking, oh, hell, he’s going to sleep.  No biggie.  I had a nice time.  

But then I feel something stir beneath my thigh.  Was that a pulse?  Was that his dick coming back from the dead?  Trying not to read too much into it, I keep concentrating on my nip play.  I feel another little flex, followed by another. Yes, Doctor, I think the patient is coming around.   I decide not to rush anything.  I am enjoying his body, his soft skin.  I want to give him the impression that I value him for more than just his dick.  However, ultimately, I am hoping for another round of action, so I reach down and, sure enough, his cock is hard as a rock. 

My mouth goes south, and I decide to continue to revive my buddy the best way I know.  Licking and sucking, I am thinking, this thing is a go.  Obviously he agrees, because he rises and takes control of my ass immediately.  With one eye to the mirror behind us, I reach over and turn the camera on.  Basically he picks up where we left off before I went to grab the camera, with him fucking me doggy-style.  There is something even more aggressive about his thrusting and the manner in which he’s holding my hips.  I guess he wants me to know exactly who is in charge this time.  

He reaches down and I think, cool, camera time.  But no, instead, he sprays something into a cloth and stuffs it in his mouth.  I am not into PNP play, at all, but poppers are cool and this is merely an aerosol version.  As you know, I love a top that does poppers.  It’s sexy.  His tempo increases, and he’s pounding me hard.  Again, he sprays more stuff on the cloth and then stuffs it into my mouth.  I suck on it.  I have done this once before and it left me kind of paralyzed, but this time, I merely melt a bit.  It’s nice; certainly not unpleasant.

Soon, I’m meeting him thrust for thrust.  More spray, more cloths, more melting.  What he’s using is something called Black Jac, and while it’s nice, it’s not doing all that much for me.  I reach over and grab his poppers – something called BRAZIL.  They do the trick.  Two quick snorts and I am feeling great.  As I’m doing that, Mr. Eau Claire is snapping pics of his dick in my hole.  I could not be happier.  All poppers consumed and pics taken, he gets serious and starts pulling my ass back onto his dick.  Yeah, he’s in control.  I tighten up my hole.  If he wants to cum a second time, I am only too happy to get him there.

He shoots, he scores.  Happy top, happy dick, happy hole. 

He dismounts, clearly pleased with himself.  Still on all fours, I grab the camera and take a pic of my hole.  He grabs the camera from me and takes one, too.  Turning the camera off, I move in for a bit of cuddling.  I can tell he’s wiped.  We talk about his choice on poppers, and then I start watching the gang bang video.  It eventually occurs to me that there are two bottoms and a room full of tops in the film.  We finished just in time to watch wave after wave of cum shots.  He makes fun of me because I wonder aloud if this is one of those Meth infused porno shoots.  He tells me that these people are paid professionals.  I fail to see his point, but let it slide.  Drugs have long been part of porn shoots, amateur or professional.  He then tells me gangbangs are not his thing.  But he has a video of them?   I’m confused. We talk a bit more, but I am definitely feeling a bit of a disconnect.  Is he still angry about what happened earlier?  Clearly he is tired.  I stop talking and then excuse myself. 

Cleaning up in the bathroom, I take another shower, using his shower attachment to clean out my well-fucked hole.  Again, I gargle and brush my teeth.  Dressed, I am ready to hit the road. He’s remained in the bedroom.  I peek in to check on him, he’s curled up with a pillow, asleep.  I resist the temptation to take a pic.  He’s so cute, asleep.  And maybe that was what a lot of this was about… maybe he was feeling sleep deprived. 

I choose not to wake him.  I gather up my things and exit as silently as I entered. 

I text him later in the day and thank him, telling him I had a good time.  He answers back right away, saying he had a good time, too.  It serves as a great beginning to my vacation.

 Madison now lies in my future, and I wonder, what, if anything, will I find there…

Oh, My! - Eau Claire, and Maddingly Madison

Went to Madison last weekend.  It was a good time.  Very pretty city.  I love downtown, with the capitol building at its center.  At night that place lights up that world. 

On the way there I dropped in on a friend in Eau Claire.  We had hooked up once before.  He is a real sweet dude; younger than me by at least ten years, shorter than me by at least  a foot, carrying a few extra pounds – but also carrying one serious-ass dick between his legs.  It has an odd curve to it, but he sure knows how to take maximum advantage of that unique feature; hitting spots that I didn’t even know I had.  He’s a talented fucker.  Very skilled and very… determined.  We went at it for like an hour straight. If his dick was straight it would probably top out at 9 inches – but it is its thickness that manages to make the biggest impression. 

In chatting each other up before this trip, he kept hinting that he would like to try something kinky.  Hey, I am game, I told him – just name your pleasure.  He wouldn’t.  Finally I suggested watersports.  I’d been watching a couple of choice piss vids online in the days before my trip and thought it looked like fun.  It was agreed that we would take turns pissing on each other and then fuck. 

The whole trip there I slammed bottle after bottle of water.  By the time my navigator told me my destination was on my right, I had to piss big time.  I made my way to his apartment and told him, quite bluntly, that I had to piss.  We stripped down and made our way to the bathroom.  Standing in the tub, we kissed.  I’d forgotten what a good kisser he is… as in, one of the best.  I just lost myself.  The only thing that kept me on task was the ache of my expanded bladder.  He made a move that he was ready to fuck me, standing up, in the shower, right then and there.  I begged off, explaining that I’d just driven for two hours and needed to check my ass. 

Instead, I pissed on him.  I stood outside the tub and he lay down.  Following the same protocol I’d seen in the vids, I pissed on his torso and dick, before directing the bulk of my volume into his mouth.  He didn’t swallow, and I couldn’t tell if he really enjoyed it.  Then it was my turn.   I lay down, he straddled the rim of the tub and let loose.  Would I do it again?  Eh.  Not sure.  It was fine, but not the jolt in the rod that I thought it was going to be.  Maybe this is one kink that is better to watch rather than actually do.  Although I did like the power surge I felt as I pissed on him. 

I helped him to his feet and we kissed again.  I told him he smelled like someone just pissed all over him.  We showered, soaping each other up and then I told him I needed a few minutes in the bathroom alone.  He went to the bedroom and I went to work, cleaning out my ass. 

Once in the bedroom, the kissing resumed.  He had bareback porn on the flat screen, so I knew what he was expecting.  Neither of us disappointed the other, with both of us bringing our A+ game.  He fucked me in every imaginable position and some I had never experienced before – at angles that I would never have suggested.  But due to the curve of his dick, it was all good –very good!

I left completely satiated.  That said, I’m glad he lives in Eau Claire, or I’d probably be married by now.

Madison was a series of coffee meetings, lunches, and happy hours.  My only free time was going to be Saturday night, which I would be spending at a certain well-established dance club.  I totally planned on getting majorily fucked that night, going so far as to put an ad on Craigslist looking for dick.  I got lots of responses – which pleased me to no end.

Friday day was spent downtown Madison.  Between meetings, I checked out the Museum of Modern Art, the capitol building, and the Wisconsin History Museum.  I also sat at a coffee shop writing.  It was a good day and I totally recommend spending time downtown Madison.  It was lovely.

Fast-forward to Saturday night, I was ready to go.  I had like a possible four dudes lined up – one who promised to take me out back of the club and seriously fuck my hole deep.  They all flaked; including the couple that I had met earlier that evening at a leather bar downtown.  They were just opening up their relationship and were playing their cards pretty close to their vests.  That was cool with me.  I don’t push.  I told them where I would be later and they promised to show up.

So, I’m at the dance club and really, nothing much was happening.  No one was showing up, or I was getting emails telling me they were not coming.  There was this cute, older bald dude with great forearms, a gap-toothed smile,  and a really appealing nose sitting at the bar.  The stool next to him was open, so I plopped my ass next to his and introduced myself – something I never do.  And it wasn’t booze that was the motivating factor, for I had chosen (wisely) to drink water all evening.  He, on the other hand, was halfway through a rather strong gin and tonic.  He told me he was definitely feeling it.  I told him I would like to feel it, too.  Earlier I’d observed him adjusting the crotch of his jeans several times – and that, my friends, was my real motivating factor.

We sat next to each other feeling each other up, kissing, and fooling around.  Then he unzipped my fly and took my dick out.  I was a little worried that we would get kicked out, but when I voiced this concern he told me not to worry – that dudes were cool with it here.  Sure enough, a bunch of guys stood around us, acting as shields.  Other than our impromptu guards, the only person of authority who could see what was going on was the bartender and if he minded, he didn’t say anything.  So, I undid my bar buddy’s fly and let his dick out of captivity.

 It was hot – the idea of all those eyes on us.  We spent most of our time just kissing and stroking each other.  He had some nice pre-cum worked up.  His body was tight and he really seemed to dig mine as well.  Then, without so much as a “may I”, he bent over and took my dick in his mouth.  I don’t honestly know if anyone was watching.  Probably, but that was also part of the turn on, I think.  Also, my dick was so hard that I really liked showing it off.  After a bit I had to pull him off my dick for fear that I’d spooge right there and then.  He then excused himself to the bathroom. 

As he left, and I zipped up, I glanced up just in time to see the couple I’d met earlier leaving the bar.  Almost immediately I got a text saying they were leaving.  I stayed in contact with them and we plan to hook up next time I am in town.  I don’t know if they saw me making out with the dude or not, but hey – if they did, well… now they know.  Yep, I’m a big slut.

My bar buddy returned, told me he just shot his load in the bathroom, and then called it a night.  Hope I see him on my next trip to Madison.  I kind of wanted that load.

The rest of the evening at the bar was kind of a let down.  It was storming, raining outside, so no one was sneaking off behind the building to fuck.  I did fool around with a really cute, short slut in one of the bathrooms for about ten minutes, but we got walked in on, and I cut it short.  He was hot, but I knew right away he was one of the regulars at the bar… and that he had followed or enticed at least six other dudes into the bathroom to do the exact same thing.  He wanted me to fuck him, but I wasn’t having it – cute as his ass was.  After that he just gave me the snobby cold shoulder.  He’s now on my must avoid list – only because I wish I had the pull power he possesses and wish I had that kind of success rate.  Oh, jealousy!

After the bar closed I went out back to see what was up.  No one was around.  I went to a corner and stood.  Soon this hoodie wearing black dude came along.  He was real young, but knew exactly what he wanted – which was to get his dick sucked.  I obliged him.  He was tall and thin and his dick was at least nine inches and fat as fuck.  I did manage to swallow it all.  I’d been working on him about twenty minutes, when this other dude showed up.   He was in his late twenties/early thirties, dressed in frat gear, and drunk as shit.  He pushed me out of the way and went to work on the black dude’s knob.  I didn’t mind sharing.  There was plenty there.  Thing is, the dude was a pretty incompetent cocksucker.  At most, he took maybe three inches in his mouth and his technique was pretty yawn inducing.  Every once in a while I would catch the eye of the black dude, who would smile at me and roll his eyes, as if to say – what the fuck.  The drunk dude gave up after about five minutes and I took over for another five, only to have the drunk dude push me out of the way again.  Finally, he completely gave up and walked away.  I went back to work – bringing every trick I knew to the game.  After another twenty minutes, the drunk dude was back, this time with poppers.  The poppers really didn’t improve his performance and after several inept attempts, he again gave up and disappeared into the night. 

That’s when I really decided to concentrate on getting this dude off.  I closed my eyes and let my tongue and mouth read his hard-on like braille.  I finally found the thing to keep him up and hard.  I would vacillate between two methods – one involving my tongue working the big cum vein on the underside of his shaft, and the other creating major suction on the head of his dick.  It worked and the dude finally lost his load.  We parted ways – an hour and twenty minutes after I first started.  Possibly the longest blow job I have ever given. 

And that was it.  The rest of the weekend and the Monday drive home were completely sexless.  But that’s okay.  You can’t hit all home runs every weekend. 

Otherwise no one would come to your ball games.