So after feeling quite horny in the day (pic). I arranged to see this guy again.
Latin true dad-bod ISFJ (50, Squirt, my bedroom: take two)
It was about 75% as intense as the first time. People were home then, so I played music in the garage which would provide a degree of aural cover as my bedroom is next to my office/garage. Lots of kissing and cuddling and swapping oral. I got to taste little sweet bits of his pre-cum and he leaked on my and his own thigh a bit. I rimmed him as best I could, but it's a hard one to access, but there is a sexy lip of skin across the bottom of his anus, and I think he enjoyed pressure on that with my tongue too.
The penetration (with condom) was a bit painful as he tried to sit on top. We did it standing for a while, before finishing with him on his back. I really felt my cum shooting out, even if it never goes very far. Neither of us had cum since we last met. He was quite soft afterwards, and though I played with his dick a little - he didn't seem to want extra stimulation or to receive more oral then to finish.
I guess he crossed a boundary by saying, "I love you." But it was a sweet and humble gift. This man has a real tragedy in his love life two decades ago, and I think since this catastrophe has been on a bit of a different track. He should feel loved. He made a passing comment to the bushes where I'd attempted to have sex with that guy a week ago - seems it's the prime cruising spot in our city. His experiences there have been demeaning and alienating. I talked about my wish that these experiences would renew his hope that sexual satisfaction is a real possibility, even though I'm not offering anything more than good sex now and then. He lives with some homophobic older truckers it seems, not the happiest domestic setting.
Me personally - I am a total pendulum, swinging towards intimacy with men and then far, far away into peace, isolation, solitude and that aspect of healing from heartbreak.
One thing I am thankful for with practicing abstinence is that it allows me to become aroused more easily with a greater variety of bodies. Porn trains you in a way of being highly selective at times (if you use it that way). It's important to fuck a variety of men, at some stage in your life - because sex is freeing, it affirms and it heals.
It was about 75% as intense as the first time. People were home then, so I played music in the garage which would provide a degree of aural cover as my bedroom is next to my office/garage. Lots of kissing and cuddling and swapping oral. I got to taste little sweet bits of his pre-cum and he leaked on my and his own thigh a bit. I rimmed him as best I could, but it's a hard one to access, but there is a sexy lip of skin across the bottom of his anus, and I think he enjoyed pressure on that with my tongue too.
The penetration (with condom) was a bit painful as he tried to sit on top. We did it standing for a while, before finishing with him on his back. I really felt my cum shooting out, even if it never goes very far. Neither of us had cum since we last met. He was quite soft afterwards, and though I played with his dick a little - he didn't seem to want extra stimulation or to receive more oral then to finish.
I guess he crossed a boundary by saying, "I love you." But it was a sweet and humble gift. This man has a real tragedy in his love life two decades ago, and I think since this catastrophe has been on a bit of a different track. He should feel loved. He made a passing comment to the bushes where I'd attempted to have sex with that guy a week ago - seems it's the prime cruising spot in our city. His experiences there have been demeaning and alienating. I talked about my wish that these experiences would renew his hope that sexual satisfaction is a real possibility, even though I'm not offering anything more than good sex now and then. He lives with some homophobic older truckers it seems, not the happiest domestic setting.
Me personally - I am a total pendulum, swinging towards intimacy with men and then far, far away into peace, isolation, solitude and that aspect of healing from heartbreak.
One thing I am thankful for with practicing abstinence is that it allows me to become aroused more easily with a greater variety of bodies. Porn trains you in a way of being highly selective at times (if you use it that way). It's important to fuck a variety of men, at some stage in your life - because sex is freeing, it affirms and it heals.