Saturday, June 30, 2012

Blindfolded Birthday Boy

I climbed the steps to the third floor after he buzzed me in, quickly finding the right apartment. I knew I didn't have much time, he had told me that online. But he had wanted to save me for last this day, and since I only live a block away, I could get there and be gone quickly. We had talked earlier in the day, and he had told me that he was lining up guys to come fuck him anonymously one after the other. he would be blindfolded on the bed with his ass in the air. It had been weeks upon weeks since I last had sex, so I was game even wirh the tight schedule. I knew that once I got in his hole it probably wouldn't take very long at all.

When I got to his door, it was cracked open like he said it would be. It was also covered in birthday signs and ribbons and other crap you get cheap at a drug store. So we have a birthday boy, I thought. I decided that since he had saved me for last, I would make sure I was the best. I brushed aside the ribbons and doodads to make my way in, and I shut the door a little loudly to let him know I was here so he could get ready. I figured I'd give him the benefit of a few seconds since he had just buzzed me in moments ago.

As I made my way through the apartment, looking for the bedroom, which was actually kind of hard to find, my cock, which had been throbbing uncomfortably the entire walk over, began to really beg for release from my shorts. It was almost painful. But soon I rounded a corner and saw him on the bed. His face was covered, his ass was in the air, perfectly framed by the straps of a soft cotton jock. Beside the bed was a whole host of sexual aids. Poppers, lube, toys, you name it, he had it sitting on the bedside table.

By the time I took off my flipflops, zip hoodie, and shorts, standing there in just my leather cock strap, my erection was standing straight out, pointing at exactly where it wanted to go. I stuck my fingers in his waiting, lubed hole and we both moaned at the same time. There was a palpable feeling of anticipation in the air. We both wanted it really bad. And with just a little prep I was reading to push in and fuck him.

Even though I was the sixth guy to fuck him, and he had been lubed up already, it still took a bit of effort to get my cock in him. And once the head popped in, quickly followed by my shaft, his ass clamped tight and felt as though I had just opened him myself. I took a moment to be silently amazed at how tight he was, wondering if I was really the biggest guy he had taken that day or if he was just naturally that tight.

But soon none of that mattered to me anymore.

He made little movements under me, shudders and twitches, while moaning. I, on the other hand, was thrusting violently, almost angrily into his hole. I would press down on him on moment, then be up, hand on his waist, pushing in as deeply as possible the next. It may have been his birthday, but in that moment my only concern was my pleasure. He was a blindfolded tool to that end. An ass that was wise enough to assist me in breaking the dry streak I had been in. I was aggressive and he responded by being passive, only crying out and huffing poppers, never asking me to stop or pull out or take a break.

Almost too soon I felt my orgasm building. I started moaning loudly, the loudest I had been since I shut the door. He had a hand back, cupping my balls, and he knew I was getting close. Between grunts and pants he urged me on. "Yeah...shoot your load..." I didn't need his permission and I didn't need him to tell me. I was already too far gone, riding the waves of my orgasm and my cock throbbed and let loose.

I stayed on top of him for a moment after, still pumping away at his hole. I was milking the last little bit of cum out of my body. But I was also wishing I had the whole day to really fuck this boy good. I wanted to use that ass until it spread open like a flower for my cock. Instead I pulled out and took a long last look at him. Just a blindfolded boy with his ass in the air, now happier with his sixth cock.

It didn't take me long to get back to my apartment, and the first thing I did before cleaning the stickiness off my cock was get online and send him a message. "That was great. We should do it again when I have more time to use you properly."

Before he left for whatever birthday plans he had, he replied, "Yes, please!"

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Making it Better

This post finishes what I started two weeks ago now. I have to apologize for my lateness in finishing this story and in posting in general. I got caught up in my new work schedule, some family obligations, and a sudden attack from my sinuses (poorly timed along with a fresh sun burn to my nose), as well as moving in my new roommate and getting used to living with someone again. So amid the drugs and drama I've had to take a step back and rest. Honestly, it feels like it has been five or six weeks for me. Thanks for waiting it out with me.

I've been asked by readers why I don't just take on my boy full time and have him serve me 24/7. In the past I haven't had the ability to point to a specific incident and say, "This is an example of why I'm not ready to do that sort of thing." But if ever there was an example worth pointing to, this is the one. I had messed things up, misread the signals my boy was sending me, and let a lack of communication cause a rift between us.

Obviously it takes two people to flub up communications, but as the Dom I should have been able to notice that something was wrong. The fact that it took me until late the next morning to even realize something was wrong proves that I'm not ready to take on that sort of responsibility daily. In any sort of relationship you have to be aware of the other person, and in a Dom/sub relationship, you have to be able to care for the sub both bodily and emotionally, much like the sub cares for and serves the Dom. A lot of people don't think about how much work goes into a relationship like that when they fantasize about it. It isn't easy, and I am still young, and I am not ready at all to take care of another person.

So what do you do to make things better when your boy is feeling unloved? We talked to each other, of course. I reassured him that I would do better to recognize his feelings, and he promised me not to withhold his feelings from me again. I made it clear that there was no way for me to always know what he was feeling and that I wanted to do everything possible to avoid hurting him. I won't go into all the details of what was said between us, as it would likely be boring to read, and I'm not in any particular hurry to remember the sadness I felt in that moment. I will say, however, that we opened up to each other more than we ever had previously, exposing more than I think we knew there was. As much as it hurt to open up like that, I know it brought the two of us closer together, not just as Sir and boy, but as friends, as two people who care very deeply for each other.

When we had made up and my boy was smiling again, I held him close to my body, kissing him gently on his lips, his face, his eyes. I held him gently but firmly down to the bed as I began to unbuckle my belt and open my pants. While lying on top of him I started to bite and suck tenderly at any part of his skin I could get to with my mouth. I licked his neck, sniffed at the mixed smells of his scent and mine mingling there. I held his arms above his head, barely letting him touch me except for where I wanted him to touch me.

"I want to fuck you." My voice was a hoarse almost-whisper, but it was full of a real need. In that moment I needed to fuck him.

"I need some time to clean out," he said.

"I don't care. I'll deal. I want to fuck you. Right now." He knew I meant it.

In no time I was lubed up and pushing my way inside of him as he lay face down on the bed. I didn't wait very long for him to open up, but he was fairly open anyway. If he felt any pain at all, he also felt enough pleasure that the only sounds coming out of his mouth were sounds of joy. After testing the waters with a few slow strokes I let my pent up aggression come out. I started to pound him, pounding my frustrations at myself into him. I pumped my anger at failing in my half of our relationship as well as my anger at him for his part in our miscommunication. I fucked until I was lost in the feeling of his ass muscles and the sweat dripping down my back, until I was just a part of the fuck and all the emotions that had come from our talk and our blunder were gone. I was in the moment. I was my building orgasm, that came crashing onto both of us.

I was exhausted in multiple ways when I finished, but I noticed that my boy's hole was bleeding a bit. I felt a tinge of guilt at letting myself go so hard with little prep. But we both had needed that aggressive fuck. It didn't just get rid of the bad emotions, it reasserted my dominance in the relationship. And it cemented the openess we'd shared right before the fuck. Ever the caring Sir, I quickly wiped up the blood and cleaned my boy so that I could be sure I hadn't hurt him too badly. Once I was sure of that, however, I flopped on the bed. I was beat.

Lying together after, his head on my sweaty, furry chest, I felt closer to him that I had ever felt before. "I can hear your heart singing to me," he said.

I smiled. "What is it saying?"

"Myboy. Myboy. Myboy." He thumped out the rhythm on my chest.

I couldn't think of anything to reply with. It was one of the most beautiful things anyone has ever said to me after sex. One of the most joyful and completely innocent things. I loved hearing him say it. And I sighed contentedly and let him lay there, hearing my heart talk to him for a while. I was happy to shut my mouth and let the important things be said by other parts of my body.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

I Fuck Up

This was actually supposed to go up yesterday, but Blogger wasn't letting me post it regardless of what I tried. I had a nice fight with Blogger that ended with me loosing and Blogger showing me a fairly constant error screen. Things are better now, however, so here is yesterday's blog, a day late.

This is the first part in a two part series.

As much as I definitely have been busy recently, and I've definitely had trouble finding time to write in my blog, I think I may have just been putting off talking about this moment in my recent life. Why? Well, simply because it does not paint me in a very good light, especially at the start of the story. I'm not so full of myself to think that I can't do anything wrong and that I'll never make mistakes, but I don't always like to talk about them. I have, however, been dwelling on my actions. Dwelling to the point that I have had trouble thinking about anything else, nothing that I could write about. So like it or not, I'm going to be writing about a moment I'm not overly fond of. But shame will do that to you, especially if your shame likes to wake you up at night and remind you of all the mistakes you've made. Mine does.

I like video games, as many people do. I enjoy using them as a way to unwind, especially when I've been at work and am stressed out. They let me focus on something else for a while and maybe get a bit of aggression out. I do require some level of interesting story and compelling reason for me to play, but what I'm really looking for is something that I can get lost in. Past games I've really enjoyed include the Resident Evil and Final Fantasy games. A few weeks ago, while my boy was here, I had a few extra dollars on me and I decided to spend them on buying Fallout 3.

After work I came home and really needed to unwind. After a day doing retail, dealing with people non-stop, sometimes I need to be absolutely alone.I don't mean that I need a few minutes to get into relaxation mode and then I can hang out with friends. I mean that I need to not see or hear another person. People who have had retail or other service based jobs can back me on this one. Sometimes it is just too much to handle.

Thinking that I only needed maybe an hour or so to cool down after a shower, I left my boy in the other room while I played Fallout 3 for a while and ran around a post-nuclear Washington D.C., killing genetic and atomic mutants. I have to say that Fallout 3 has one of the most impressively addicting stories I've seen in a while, especially when you match it with the non-linear playing style (sorry if this is boring for you non-gamers). Suffice it to say that I lost track of time and wound up at my computer for much longer than the hour I expected.

How I realized my mistake was the sound in the game went quiet for a moment and I heard my boy softly snoring in the other room. I then quickly noticed that my hair was dry, something that takes an hour or so to do on a good day. I silently cursed at myself for not realizing what the time was and getting overly distracted.  I made my way softly to the bed and crawled in with my boy, doing my best not to disturb him as he slept, other than to curl up next to him and wrap my arm around him. It didn't take me long to fall asleep, it never does when I'm sleeping with him, and the next thing I knew my alarm was going off.

I woke up pretty quickly to my alarm, feeling well rested enough to venture out of bed. I got up and made my breakfast and puttered around, trying to be quiet, but that is kind of hard in a small apartment. Still, my boy didn't move much other than to shift in bed and roll over. I could tell something was up, he had been sleeping for a very long time. I wasn't sure if he was tired, sick, or what. I decided that I would bother him if I got back into bed so I moved myself to the other room and got on my computer and mindlessly browsed the internet for a while.

Eventually my boy did get up, only to go right back to sleep, complaining that he was tired and hadn't slept well. He didn't elaborate, but I knew something was off. Something had been off since the night before. I came to bed to ask him about it. At first he tried to pretend like there was nothing wrong but I was having none of that. He is not my boy just because I'm more dominant in bed than he is. He is my boy because we are very in sync with each other's needs, at least we usually are. And I could tell there was something wrong with him, something I needed to fix ASAP.

When I finally did coax and prod the problem out of him I learned that he had slept poorly the whole night after falling asleep alone waiting for me to get off the computer. He told me that he felt that the computer game was more important to me than he was, and that he had been hurt by that thought. Obviously he was mistaken, the game was not nearly as important to me, but I could see where he was coming from. I once again cursed myself for getting distracted by the game. Not only had it kept me up later than I had wanted to be, now it had been the cause of a rift between my boy and I.

I knew I needed to make things better.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

All Kinds of Moving

Please excuse my lack of posting recently, as I've been dealing with adjusting to having a new roommate and sharing the small space of my one bedroom apartment with him. We amazingly aren't clashing at all, even though his boxes are still piled up in the living room and kitchen, as we slowly work through them. We're going to be moving to a new apartment soon in a few months so we're having to decide what is worth unpacking and what we should just keep in boxes.

Probably the worst part is we both are the kind of people who hate packing in all forms. Packing, unpacking, whatever. So we're both a bit lazy about it and procrastinate. But chilling out has been good too. I'm happy to report that we're getting along very well. I've already briefed him on all the issues relating to my apartment, and we've gone over the fact that, due to the heat, I will most likely be nude or nearly-nude in the apartment at all times. Fortunately he's cool with that.

We've been bonding over good movies and bad, guys we'd both like to fuck, girls I'd like to fuck and he'd like to never see naked. That sort of thing. It helps that he is a genuinely nice guy too.

Part of me also can't believe that it has only been a week since my boy left. I hardly had time to adjust to being alone, so that probably helped me adjust to having a roommate. I also can't believe it is already June. Where did the time go?

Anyway, once I get some free time on my hands, I'll be back to posting my regular stuff. I'm just wiped from everything recently. One of those moments where you're so tired you find it hard to even think about sex.