I just wanted to let you know I’m back ;). I have had a little bit of a rough time, as some of you know, and fell off the face of the earth into a bit of a dark tailspin for a while, but I’m coming out of it.
I want to catch you all up, but think I’ll add another blog category that isn’t just full of sex stories, but will be more like an online journal so you can all get to know me as a person, and I can talk about some of the more serious stuff.
But for now, let’s get to the sex, shall we? Ha.
Last weekend I went to the club and danced with a guy who really knew how to move. I was excited to get him home and see what he could do in the sheets, but when we got to the big moment, both naked on the bed, he rolled over exposing his ass to me, and simply said, “go ahead.”
All he wanted to do was lie there!
I told him to “go ahead” and put his clothes back on, and sent him home.
I’ve been on a kick about passion lately. You may have mentioned my last blog post was on the subject. This was in response to this club kid.
And then, like an answer from the universe, on Monday I met David. He was sitting in the cafeteria, and when I walked passed his table he locked eyes with me, and adjusted his dick. This seemed like a move I would make, and was confident and sexy compared to the boring club kid. I was actually a little shocked and surprised (and instantly turned on) to find someone with as much confidence as he had.
He looked like a European basketball star: tall, lanky, with a square cut jaw and angular features. He had a thin frame, but was packed with muscle in all the right places.
I chose the table next to him.
On Friday night we had dinner, and to make a long story short ended up back at my dorm room (yup, let’s get to the good stuff)…
If I were to describe David in the bedroom in the form of an animal, it would be a panther… a hungry, quick panther with big big paws.
As soon as I closed the door, he was in attack mode. His lips hit first, hard and fast… so fast that I had trouble keeping up. He fumbled between his desire to undo my belt, and his desire to press his hard body against mine, pinning me against the door and grinding his hips into mine.
There is something about David in the bedroom that gets my dick hard just thinking about. There is a raw, masculine, powerful movement in him, that erupts and oozes through every single part of his body. He gets lost in pleasure—hungry with desire. THIS is exactly what I want.
He broke his kiss just long enough to pull my shirt over my head, and then again when I returned the favor. When he pushed me back against the door again, I could feel the heat of his chest, against my own, his heartbeat quick and strong, vibrating against me and pumping blood down into his pants.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight as his hands found their way inside my pants… I hadn’t even remembered them coming unzipped.
We moved to the bed where the motion continued, our clothes getting lost along the way. One moment I was on the bottom, David’s body writhing against me, the weight of the body contact causing me to pant. Then, without warning, we somehow ended up in traded positions, me bearing down on him, our cocks dripping so much precum that our whole midsections were turning into slippery playgrounds.
I could taste David’s desire for me in his kiss. I could feel it in his hot breath on my neck and chest as his lips explored my body. His hands were rough on my cock, tight gripped and jerking so hard that I knew I would be able to feel his grip for days.
He was not shy. He was not reserved. Nothing was off limits and he was confident in his sexuality.
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I fucked him like I’ve never fucked anyone else. Every time I thought to be careful, thought to think of him, thought that I didn’t want to hurt him, he would immediately respond by pushing his ass onto my dick more ferociously, or pulling me into him with a firm hand on my ass, or simply by crying out “Fuck me harder!”
Every time I was close David and I would change positions and I would get a new sensation on my dick that would continue the pleasure, but restart the build to orgasm. At one point I was on top with David on his back with one of his legs straight out on the bed while the other rode on my shoulders. He was asking me to fuck him so hard that I actually ran out of breath, and had to stop.
“My God!” I said, “I think I need more endurance!”
He was dripping with sweat and breathing as hard as I was, but pushed me down onto my back, and sat up so that he was straddling my cock. He giggled and grinned down at me as his hungry eyes bore into my own and he started to ride. I wasn’t tired enough to not give the boy a hand, thrusting my hips into him at the top of his grind, and putting my hands on his ass so I could lift and lower him onto my cock.
We had sex for over three hours… and I don’t mean the foreplay… I mean my dick was literally in this guy’s ass for three fucking hours. I had to change condoms twice because I had flooded the rubber with so much precum that they started slipping.
The end came as a total shock to me. I was on my back, propped up against a pillow, and David was riding my dick sort of reverse cowgirl style, but with his back against my chest (huh… that position is kind of hard to explain. I hope you understand…). Suddenly, David got really quiet (I hadn’t noticed how much noise we were making up until this point), and every muscle in his body tensed. I felt the weight of his body, totally supported on my own as his ass clenched down on my cock. Ripples of pleasure shot through him, all of that energy feeling like it was going directly into my body.
David was the quietest cummer I have ever seen, his face turning beet red and his body flushing as waves of cum flooded his entire body, landing squarely on his chest and neck, and on my face, which, conveniently, was more or less equal level with his shoulder. I timed my thrusts with his spurts of cum, propelling them farther. I licked the puddle that had been on my face but was now dripping onto his shoulder so that I could taste his salty flavor.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he said after spurting more times than I thought was humanly possible, drenching us both in his cum. “Don’t you fucking stop until you’ve cum.”
Those words triggered my orgasm as if someone had fired a gun. Now it was my turn to lose control to the waves of pleasure and the tightness of my muscles. David tightened in anticipation of my orgasm, which just put more of his weight and body pressure into me. I unleashed with enough grunts and groans to make up for David’s quiet orgasm.
We laid together, a hot sticky mess for about 20 minutes, until the sweat our bodies had produced had almost cemented our skin together. Peeling ourselves apart, and pulling my dick from it’s dark, pleasure filled home, was difficult. My sheets were soaked through, and the room looked like a tornado had hit.
But passionate it was. David fucked with such passion that I may be changed forever, unable to accept vanilla, tiresome, boring sex.
I’ll definitely be seeing more of this guy.
