Sex Diary - 17th July 2020

:emoji_high_brightness: Handsome chap (Grindr, late 20s, my bedroom, slept overnight)

I had chatted to this guy a week or so ago and exchanged WhatsApp details. He sent me a message basically saying that he was going to come around and stay the night, haha! Quite a bold move. I accepted. He said he was friendly and not anxious at all. He came over around dinner time, but brought with him some discounted pastries from a new cafe near his work. We split two things in half - a salmon quiche and a panini with chicken and avocado. He's 6'3, thick dark hair, glasses and a face that is equal parts goofy and incredibly handsome to me.

We chatted about a range of topics. He put his shoes outside - but his feet smelled a lot. He washed them in the bath and later also had a full shower. We only touched briefly in the first 90 mins to two hours. For instance I held his forearms and remarked how good they were (I have thin wrists). So we held each other's forearms and considered them. Later I would discover he's also genetically blessed with strong calves. A strange inverse of my body as I guess my muscle mass is in chest, lats, shoulders and arms (all areas he is slim in), whereas he has a naturally strong foundation of neck/forearms/calves and could work up to a total body athletic look reasonably easily.

After his shower I brought him some PJ bottoms to wear instead of his work trousers (a bit dusty from the warehouse). He tentatively accepted but was hesitant to change right in front of me - so I told him I was going to my room to my my PJ pants on too. I would come to find out he kept his underwear on under them, haha, and I think he could see my penis pressing against the light fabric of my PJs. I sat on the couch and he chose the armchair.

I told him he could come and see my bedroom if he liked (there was always the chance he'd just take the bed in the garage). He agreed and followed me in. It's hard to remember all the details because we touched and kissed and rolled around together for at least two hours, maybe longer. We started with some light kissing and touching on top of and under our clothing.

He was in the middle of my bed before he took his PJ pants off. There is was: a handsome, wide and mostly soft uncut penis just a tiny shade darker than the skin on his body. The foreskin hugged over the head. I was fully erect (I tend to take between 10 and 20mg of sildenafil before a hook up, so my boner is lightly assisted and can go up and down as needed without the full 100mg power of a whole Viagra). And he remarked that his cock never let him down. "Try being forty" I said with a laugh.

We just had such an easy-going connection. There were those odd moments that the stranger felt familiar and safe. I told him "I want to do more" and he gave an enthusiastic response - but I think perhaps he was thinking about in the future. I straddled him and lubed up my hole and his cock, but he stopped me before I put it in. He was hesitant and not on PrEP. I told him I had condoms within reach and he said, "Yeah, if you want to. Condoms kinda cut off. . ." but he didn't complete the sentence. I can wait, it'll be worth it. I thanked him that he felt comfortable communicating and that I value his consent etc.

It was a little bit of a pity, because I have to give the foreplay 10/10 for arousal, comfort, for feeling that very versatile flow of sexuality that could have ended in any kind of fucking or flip fucking. I spent a lot of time between his legs, sucking on that big hard dick. I could tell his foreskin was more snug than mine - but he said it was find to retract and wasn't too sensitive. The glans felt so silky on my tongue and the frenulum a thicker bundle of flesh than on most men (but the tongue does magnify things). I told him he had the green light to shoot in my mouth without warning, but that didn't quite happen that night. He sucked me a little off and on, a little bit of sixty-nine action: which I personally find a bit disorienting. Not only is the tongue in a non-ideal position, but it just divides my attention between active/receptive where I'd prefer to be just one at a time.

Through touch and a bit of light massage, to masturbation and oral sex, to having each of our cocks rub up against the other's butt crack: we went around until jerked himself to completion. I lay beside him and we kissed as I ejaculated too. We cuddled a while longer, I couldn't tell if he shot up to his own shoulder or if I smeared him with my goo, but it was slick up there in that part of our embrace.

We got under the covers and cuddled a bit more. He was happy with just the one pillow, while I have three! I covered my head with one - unused to hearing breathing and I haven't shared a bed since October.

In the morning we were both hard again.

"We can snooze a bit more" he said, indicating that he didn't have to rush to work and we could stay in past my alarm.

I got him to come from jerking him and a bit of oral sex this time, although it really did take a bit of effort. He lay on his back, and I in a sixty-nine position above him so that my cock and balls could be all over his face and in his mouth at different times. I lost my wood during part of this sex act. Some of his cum ended up in my mouth and it was supremely neutral in flavour.

He showered and I popped into the stall for a moment to rinse down the front of my body. He ate breakfast (a pie and muffin) while I made us both a tea. We agreed we'd like to meet again.

Comments

@Eric2450 I really have no idea, but I guess it is between 75 and 175. However, the majority of my sexual encounters from the ages of 25 to 35 were very poor, confused, inept, anxiety ridden, not always pleasurable and mostly involved me masturbating to climax or not climaxing at all. This diary to a way to tell myself that things have improved.
 

Blog entry information

Author
Shofixti
Read time
5 min read
Views
572
Comments
5
Last update

More entries in General

More entries from Shofixti

Share this entry