Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 09:10:26 +0000
From: Wayne Buddy <buddyw@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: It's A Shame About Ray 1: Five guys in January

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Author: Wayne Buddy

Classification: Encounters


The following is true: only names have been changed.


It's A Shame About Ray 1: Five guys in January


I don't know what's wrong with me. After a period of a week of no
masturbation (enforced by staying with family over the festive period) the
urge to fool around as soon as I got back to my own flat in Edinburgh
became so intense I felt I had no control over it. My dick needed attention
and it was constantly reminding me of it.


I tried placing an ad in Craigslist. The usual timewasters replied, though
amazingly I did get one reply asking if I would give a bj and he actually
followed through. He was Glaswegian, a dark-haired, spectacle-wearing
hipster type with a beard and long cardigan. 37 and married, he said; a bit
weedy but a nice enough, and friendly as most Glaswegians are. I don't know
his name, but he looked like a Keith to me.


"Is this alright?", Keith asked as he stepped out of his pants to reveal a
smallish dick and a mass of dark pubes at the top of a pair of short, very
skinny legs. Not that sexy, if I'm honest, but I was desperate for some
cock. Any cock.


"Sure. Lie back on the bed", I directed. I had put some porn on the laptop
for him in case he needed some extra stimulation. Mama Needs Some Fun Too,
about a husband who comes home to see his wife sucking the cock of a
handsome stud. Rather than cause a scene, the husband watches as the stud
proceeds to give the wife the fuck of her life, including up the ass. At
one point the husband moves closer for a better look and starts frigging
his wife as the studs cock is pummeling her.


Anyway, hipster guy Keith quickly gets a hard on and I lick the shaft and
head of his dick. I decide to use saliva to slip a finger up his ass.
Before I knew it, Keith had cum over his own belly. It took maybe two
minutes. He was a bit embarrassed and said "I'm sorry, you were too good",
but he didn't rush off immediately like most straight guys do. He stayed a
couple of minutes watching the porn as I tried to get him hard again, but
he only managed a semi. "I don't think I'll cum again", Keith said, and I
took that as the cue he was about to leave. He started dressing and thanked
me. Because he came from Glasgow, I didn't think I'd see him again but as I
was still completely unsatisfied I didn't much care.


I trawled Craigslist again and replied to an ad which was a couple of days
old and said 'Watch or suck straight guy' where a 35 year old guy was
offering to wank off in front of someone or receive head. He had a nice
cock pic attached so I responded offering to blow him if he hadn't had any
luck; I figured with timewasters on the site there was every chance he
hadn't. Later on I got a reply and we exchanged a few emails and I gave
this guy my mobile number as early morning meets seemed to suit him best.


Next morning I started get texts from him on his way to work, around
6am. He was obviously getting himself all worked up on the bus. He said if
he got hot enough he might touch my cock. I said that would be fine, if he
felt he wanted to and we arranged for him to come round after his work,
which would be late morning. He said he had to be careful as his ex-partner
and child lived in my area so we came up with a plan that if anyone asked,
he had come round to view a bike I was trying to sell on gumtree. I told
him that I'd only sucked off one guy in the last six months (true, but it
was actually yesterday) and joked that he had only lasted five minutes. It
was more like two minutes but I felt that would seem like I was
exaggerating. "Lol", he replied, "I last more than 5 minutes".


To be honest, I was surprised when he eventually came through my door. He
was the definition of scally. Scruffy-looking, with sweatpants and cheap
coat and trainers. He looked like he'd been drinking but didn't smell of
booze. He had an energy drink in his hand and sported a full beard, beneath
which he seemed fairly handsome, though it was hard to tell. I'm quite
attracted to rough types, I like their maleness. When he took his clothes
off (joggers take seconds to drop) he had a very fit body and several marks
on his skin which looked like someone had stubbed cigarettes out on him. He
was wiry and manly. Lust took over me when I saw his naked slim body, it
was making me very hot, although with his dick limp he had one of the
smallest cocks I'd ever seen. However, he'd emailed a couple of pics of his
cock when fully erect, so I knew that if I played with it properly I'd be
rewarded with a good-sized 7" cock. Slightly smaller than mine and not as
fat, but nice nonetheless.


He lay back on the bed, not bothering to watch the porn (Mama again) on the
laptop, and I went to work on his cock. He had a look of ecstacy on his
face so I figured it had been a while since anyone had touched his
cock. He'd previously told me he'd had one other bj from a guy. His cock
hardened to its full potential after I licked his balls and used my index
finger to stimulate his asshole. Occasionally I'd stop to lick and bite his
nipples, his left nipple was pierced and his chest was covered lightly in
hair. I thought his body was so hot. I asked him if he still wanted to
touch my cock and stood so that it was close to face. He didn't answer, but
he took it in his hand, tentatively at first but very quickly started
wanking it way too vigorously. I wondered if that was what I was going to
have to do to get him to cum; is that how he wanked himself?


I returned to his dick, coating it in saliva and rubbing it against his
belly, then taking it all in my mouth, then wanking it hard (but not as
hard as he had wanked me). I offered him my cock again, putting it close to
his face once more and this time he took a suck on it. Unexpected, I
thought, but why look a gift horse in the mouth. I let him suck on it for a
few minutes before returning to his cock. I put his balls in my mouth and
fingered his asshole more. He seemed like he was really getting off on
this. All of a sudden he shifted his position, so that instead of lying
back as an inert recipient, he was leaning over me. My work on his cock had
obviously awakened some kind of deep passion in him and he started sucking
me like he'd been doing it for years. It genuinely was great head. I
continued to work his cock with my mouth and tongue but with one hand
wrapped around my dick he jerked his head forwards and backwards several
times, swallowing the whole length of my dick as he did so. It felt amazing
and I stopped momentarily to watch him and enjoy this new sensation. It was
like at this moment this straight guy was so hungry for cock, he couldn't
help himself. I could feel myself near to cumming, but he was closer and
told me so. I put my mouth around his dick and swallowed his load. I licked
it gently til he was clean and he immediately started to move towards his
clothes. I lay on the bed with my head over the bottom of the bed. He stood
above my face and with a little laugh he brought his cock down into my
mouth again. He looked so fit from that angle; I was a few inches away from
the underside of his balls, slackening cock and peachy ass cheeks and
crack. He watched me as I finished myself off in my hand, cumming all over
my belly, then he headed for the door. For a guy with so little experience
of being touched another guy, he had been a generous lover, but I could
tell that once his clothes were back on he was thinking about what he had
done and what that meant in terms of his sexuality. I could see the guilt
written on his face when I asked his name and he just muttered
inaudibly. He would now likely do what I had done when I first started
fooling around with guys; feel like shit because pretty much the whole of
society thinks there is something wrong with you for liking cock and tells
you so, particularly working class areas where I imagine he lived, and
where I had lived while growing up. I hoped he could hold on to how good he
felt during our encounter and wouldn't beat himself up too much about
it. Don't let years go by just wanking yourself when someone is willing to
touch you and give you comfort and pleasure, I thought. But he removed his
advert from Craigslist pretty much as soon as he got home, which made me
think he was struggling to come to terms with the fact he had sucked some
guy's cock.


Instead of satiating me, this encounter had the effect of making me feel
even more horned up, but I was kind of out of options as no-one was
responding to the dick pics I was sending to Craigslist ads. I didn't want
to wank off again, I wanted to feel someone's body against mine. I decided
that next morning I'd text a double glazing salesman that I'd met several
times over the last couple of years to see what he was up to. He's probably
around 40 years old and permanently horny.


I texted John during the working day so that his wife wouldn't be around to
get suspicions. I don't text him very often, maybe three times a year,
because I know he is so busy working and fucking his wife and a string of
women all over Central Scotland, where he travels with his job. Most times
he is too busy visit, but he often asks me to let him know when I've cum if
he knows I'm going to have a wank. He is the definition of a horny
fucker. Quite handsome and very masculine, but also so promiscuous that he
will literally fuck any hole that is offered to him! As well as meeting up
we've had telephone sex before; he wanted to listen to me as I wanked and
brought myself to orgasm. I've also fucked his arse and he fucked mine,
which we both enjoyed. He took a photo during that encounter and emailed it
to one of the women he shags. Not his wife, who doesn't know how much sex
he is getting. I think he is probably a sex addict, but who am I to judge
given I was looking for my third cock in three days?!


'Hey man, Happy New Year. Hows it going?' I started. If John responds
quickly, I know there's the chance of some kind of interaction, even if it
is only a few filthy texts.


'Magic, you?' Excellent, a quick response!


'Not bad at all mate. 2 weeks without a wank, proper horned up now'


'I couldn't go 2 hours without a wank, never mind 2 weeks'


'Yeah man, ur a horny fucker, wish I could take a load from you today'


'That would be nice' (Wasn't sure if that meant he could, so figured best
to try and get him really worked up if possible to increase the odds.)


'Might toss off now thinking about the time we fucked each other. Hard
as...'


A slightly longer delay then: 'Are you free today?' (I've hit the jackpot!)


'Yeah, what time can you cum?'


'Probably mid afternoon'


'OK man, I'll be ready for your cock this afternoon. Already hot thinking
about it.'


'Might not be able to make it if work calls'


'OK, was hoping to have your cock up my arse but will try not to get hopes
up too high! Let me know tho, cheers'


'If I'm at yours I'll gladly fuck toy'. Toy? I thought.


'you', he corrected himself with his next text.


Just before 2pm I got a text saying 'Be at yours 2.30ish don't have a lot
of time'


'Cool. C u soon'


'Good'



When John arrived, smart and clean-shaven as he always is, he asked to use
the bathroom. "Sure", I said, "and I might watch you". He obviously was not
into that; "Go through to the bedroom and get yourself ready", he said, so
I had to leave him to it.


I put some different porn on the laptop for John. A bunch of army recruits,
male and female, all really good looking, all sucking and fucking each
other, regardless of whether they're male or female. I have tossed off to
this many many times. I would love to meet up with a soldier in uniform!


I lay on the bed with my head over the end of it, just as I had done
yesterday to get that incredible view of the guys dick, balls and ass
crack, hoping that John would give me the same view. I watch him as he
undresses. He's put on a few pounds over Christmas, but so have I. He still
looks fit. "I haven't got much time", he says. You never have, I think, but
it would have been churlish to say it because I didn't care. I was just
glad this stud had travelled all the way here to have sex with me when he's
not short of offers. His manliness attracts me more I guess.


He walks towards my head but doesn't just stand there and feed his cock
into my mouth. He leans forward so that he can take my semi-hard cock into
his mouth too. Man, he is good at sucking cock, I take some pride knowing
that mine was the first cock he sucked, during one of our first encounters
a couple of years ago. Prior to that, he had only allowed guys to suck him
off. I do have quite a nice cock though, even if I do say so myself, ha
ha. Anyway, I get complimented on it a lot.


John's cock takes an unusually long time getting hard as I lick around it
(I half wonder if he has already played with someone today). He shifts
position so that I can also suck on his balls and lick his ass, which I
know gets him really worked up. I'm guessing his wife doesn't lick his
ass. His manly, shaved arse is moving suggestively for my tongue, like a
kite on a windy day. I love that expression, which I first read in one of
my dad's porn paperbacks when I was a teenager with a permanent hard-on.


Anyway, back to the action. John was sucking my cock so amazingly. I pulled
his body closer against mine not so much to try to get my dick deeper into
his mouth, but more than that I want to feel the heat exchange between our
bodies as his skin pressed down on my skin. It's making my own lust rise
even more. His cock soon gets as hard as it can possibly be. It's smaller
than mine, maybe not quite six inches, and it's thinner than mine, but he
sure does know how to use it. Yeah, I definitely want him to fuck me today
I thought as I continue licking his man hole and fingering him, then
sucking his balls and taking his cock all the way into my mouth. After
several minutes in this position, and wary of him having to leave quickly I
say "Fuck me".


"Is that what you want?" he asks.


"Yeah, I want your cock up my arse. There's a condom there. Get some lube
on."


I have only been fucked a few times in my life because I came to man sex so
late and tended to want to be top with guys. I know my ass is tight and it
will hurt but I want it so much and I can be grateful that his cock is
smaller than mine. "Stand here", he says, pointing to the spot in front of
the full length mirror. But I know that's not why he's chosen that
spot. He's wants to do it standing there so he can also get the best view
of the laptop sitting on the shelf, which is showing those horny army men
and women fucking each other with free abandon. He's going to imagine we're
in that movie while he's fucking my arse.


I bend over and expose my hole but he struggles at first to work his dick
into it and the pain is excrutiating. "More lube!" I say. The extra lube
helps him to get his cock up my tight passage; it still hurts but it's not
unbearable. I watch in the full length mirror as our hips come together and
he starts fucking me gently. "Come on, fuck me", I say, pulling him towards
me with one hand. I'm not used to anal sex but today I want it rough and
hard for some reason. After five minutes of pretty hard fucking, he's so
worked up that he starts with almost rape-like thrusts. I'm still bent over
but I have to gasp for breath and steady myself with my hands on the floor
in front of me. I'm not sure how much more my ass can take, it's tingling
now. Suddenly John pulls out and says "where do you want it?", meaning his
cum.


"Down my throat", I say, as he pulls the condom off his cock and tosses it
on the carpet. I kneel in front of him as he gives himself the few final
tugs he needs. "Lick my balls", he orders, and then moans when I do so. He
shoots his spunk into my willing mouth. Not a big load, I thought, but
nice.


Immediately he starts getting ready and saying he has to head back to
work. I molest him playfully as he starts putting his clothes back on. "I
want to fuck YOU again", I say.


"You will".


"Thanks for being my first fuck of the year."


He laughs. "Thanks for being mine. Well, man anyway."


And he breezes off, happy to have emptied his balls but in search of more
pleasure no doubt. Horny bastard. I'm going to fuck you as hard as you
fucked me when I get a chance, I think as I contemplate how sore my arse
is. Next day, it's still sore. Man your arse is going to get it next time I
see you. Come back soon...


Fast forward a few days and I'm thinking I've got the drive for sex out of
my system, but I get a reply to my craigslist ad offering to suck off a
guy. I don't think it will lead anywhere but anyway I pass on my mobile
number and a few hours later I get a text asking if I'm up for a meet. He's
local to my area and we arrange a meeting for later the same evening.


Lee is in his mid 20s, a little overweight and quite shy. He stinks of
cigarette smoke and he isn't terribly attractive with some unkempt facial
hair. But he's actually quite a nice guy. I start sucking him off, he lies
stiff as a board, not saying anything and careful not to touch me at
all. Unexpectedly he says "You can get your cock out if you want". Strange,
I thought he'd be too straight to try that, I think to myself, but I
oblige. He takes my rapidly hardening cock in his hand and starts frigging
it violently. Not enjoying that at all, I loosen myself from his grip and
go back to work on his cock. It's a decent thickness with a nice helmet,
around 6" long. I present him with my cock but not wanting it frigged I ask
"do you want to try sucking it?". He doesn't answer, but brings his open
mouth towards the head of my dick. Not wanting to cum too soon, I return to
work on his cock, but every now and again I offer him my dick and after
that first taste he takes it in his mouth every time. Mostly, however, I'm
working on his cock and trying to get him off but I'm having to work so
hard to make it happen. I finger his hole. He seems turned on and actually
puts his hand on my back, but he seems no closer to cumming. My mouth is
starting to ache. I put my cock in his mouth again to give myself a
break. Real straight boys are so bad at sucking cock its almost
laughable. But I also find it incredibly hot watching their awkwardness and
the thought that they've turned cocksucker for me; that my cock is the
first he's ever had in his mouth. After a few more minutes I say "If you
don't stop sucking, I'm going to cum in your mouth".


"I don't mind", he says, without missing a beat. My spunk flies into his
mouth and he swallows every last drop of it.


I go back to work on his cock and continue to feel like I'm getting
nowhere. "Do you think you'll cum?" I ask him.


"I don't know. I'm just a bit nervous", he states, "I've never been with a
guy before".


'And yet you've sucked me off and swallowed my spunk', I think to myself,
marvelling at the flexibility of straight guys these days, which I partly
attribute to the easy availability of porn of every persuasion. My mouth is
aching now, and my whole body is starting to ache. I make a move to find a
comfier position.


"Are you giving up?", he asks. "I don't mind". I think he's enjoying it,
just that he has low self-esteem and expects me to give up now I've
cum. Which is probably what I would have done in my early days of man fun,
when guilt, shame and orgasm felt inseparable to me.


"I'm just getting more comfortable", I reply. "I don't like giving up on a
semi-hard cock". He laughs quietly and I go back to working on his cock and
balls and I stick the index finger of my right hand up his arse and start
playing with it again. "Do you like getting your arsehole played with?" I
ask.


"Yeah".


I'm lying with my face between his legs, licking and sucking his balls and
lightly touching (but not fingering) his arse hole. His legs go up to
afford me better access and he starts wanking himself lightly. Doing it
this way, I can see that he may well manage to cum after all. After several
more minutes he tells me he's about to cum and I place my mouth over his
dick and accept his load. I told him I wouldn't be giving up. It took
almost a whole hour of sucking to get him to blow, I don't ever recall a
guy lasting so long, it was actually quite hard work. I couldn't be a sex
worker, I think to myself as he's leaving; tiredness overcomes me and I
head to bed but have a fitful night's sleep.


Next day, again I'm thinking I don't need any sex today when I get a text
from Ali asking if he can come round in the next hour or so. Ali is an
Asian guy I've met three times before. There was a big gap in between
visits two and three (ten months) but visit three was just before
Christmas, so I wasn't expecting to see him again for a few months. He must
have enjoyed it last time, I figure, so I follow a similar pattern when he
comes - a huge amount of passionate snogging, lots of hugging and intense
body contact, he gives me a little suck (he's not very good at sucking
cock, he's all teeth and my cock is generally quite sensitive) and I give
him a big suck, as well as licking his balls and pinching his nipples then
moving to show his arse some attention too.


Ali is in his 30s and is quite powerful looking, not overweight but
chunky. You can tell he uses a gym (that may even be his cover story to
find time for his visits with me, I figure). His cock is kind of average in
size and girth, 6" I guess, but it stays rock hard for the duration of his
visit and it feels powerful like the rest of him when he thrusts with it,
though it's frottage-type stuff we do together, rubbing against each other
rather than penetration. I think he'd give as hard a fuck as John, but my
arse is still sore and I'm not up for that just yet. Ali's face looks as
though it has a little puppy fat which makes him look younger somehow, and
he has a goatee type beard. I like seeing the contrast of his dark, smooth
skin pressed against the paleness of my too white skin, it's very sexy. Ali
moans passionately almost the whole of our encounter. He kisses as if he is
kissing a woman, no holding back because I'm a man. It gets me very hot and
worked up. But all good things must come to an end and eventually after
half an hour of passion, I can feel Ali's cock thicken in my hand and I put
it in my mouth to accept his seed, of which there is a lot.


He sits at the edge of the bed for a second before getting up and I sit
behind him with my arms around him briefly. His cock is still rock hard. "I
wish you could cum twice in a row", I said. He laughed and stood up. "You
have a such a nice bubble butt", I complimented, to his apparent
embarrassment. He's wearing trackie-bottoms and his cock is still sticking
straight out, forming an tent to be proud of. I give it a rub before he
adjusts himself, then he's off back to his family and I'm left alone
again. I wonder if I'll see him again next month, or will it be another ten
months before he returns? In the mirror in the bathroom I see my face
flushed from the encounter, and my lips are red from all of the
kissing. Emotionally, that was the most satisfying of my recent encounters
even though I didn't cum myself.


I started this by saying I don't know what's wrong with me; I don't think
I've never seen five guys in such a short space of time before. By writing
it all down I can see now that at least part of this uncontrollable urge
for sex came from a desire for intimacy and closeness, having returned from
a busy household to an empty flat. Getting fucked hard by John only
partially filled that hole (pardon the pun). Kissing Ali felt healing. I
wished again that I had a regular married guy to fool around with, someone
who could come round at least once a month for some cock fun and passionate
snogging: I think of Ray again. THE best cocksucker ever. A handsome, horny
guy. And a beautiful, big cock. Where are his emails saying 'fancy getting
sucked off right now?' Where even is he now, I wonder? Who is giving him
those loads of cum he craves? And taking his loads from that immense cock
when he can't find a woman? Wish it was me again.