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Late Night Snack

After my tryst with the Armenian and the Asian, I decided to order some real dinner. This was the last night I was on the company dollar, so I ordered some room service. While I waited, I chatted with the guy who wanted to come by later in the night. I sat and ate my meal in bed with just the TV to keep me company. I was feeling lonely, which is such a strange emotional state to be in considering I’d just shared one of the most intimate acts with two other men.

When midnight arrived, I started texting my late night snack. I asked him what he thought his E.T.A. would be. He told me it was still up the air, but he was definitely coming by. He was out with friends and would swing by on his way home.

Finally, around 2:00am, he texted he was finding parking and would be by shortly. Ten minutes later, I had a knock at the door, for the third time in a matter of hours.

He was a very nice polite black man who was anxious to spend some time with me. He seemed very young and innocent. We chatted a bit while sitting on the bed before any action began. It was getting late, and as rude as this sounds, I was ready to get it in and go to bed. I wanted a nightcap so I could doze off soundly till the morning.

Warning: The following may be too graphic for some. We had A LOT of foreplay and prep before anything happened. He really wanted to cuddle for a long time before we could even get frisky. I was almost ready to call it quits and ask him to leave. It was getting late, and I was getting tired.

There was a lot of kissing. A lot of heavy petting. A lot of licking and sucking. Finally, he was ready and got into position for me to penetrate him. I could tell this wasn’t a guy who gave it up to just anyone. Normally, I’m really into the foreplay and making out, but I’d already had my engine warmed up earlier that evening. In fact, the car had been taken around the block a few times.

I’d saved my climax for him and quickly learned this was a big mistake. He was very bad. We didn’t go for very long because I really wasn’t getting anything out of it. Finally, I stopped and rolled onto my back. I tossed yet another condom in the trash and started taking care of myself. He laid next to me and asked me to finish on his chest. I obliged his request, and he followed suit shortly after.

I knew he was going to be a lingerer. I tried to cut that off at the pass. I humored him for a short bit of time before I finally spoke up and said how I needed to get to bed. It was past 3:00am. It was time for him to go! He got the hint and got dressed. While he did so, he asked if we could hang out again while I was in town. He told me how much he enjoyed himself. I didn’t shoot him down, but I didn’t exactly give him the answer he was looking for. I told him I’d have to see what my schedule allowed for. I told him I was trying to get the most out of my vacation in L.A.

With that, I said goodbye, shut the door, showered all the men of the night away, and climbed into bed to dream about the sunny sandy beach I would be visiting the following day.

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Asian Sensation

Today is another Fast Forward Friday!!!  

Hope you are enjoying these. It will help bring the blog a little closer to real-time. If you’re keeping up with the stories chronologically, please skip down to this morning’s post first, then read this one. I think it’s a good one! Enjoy!

Back to your special edition of One Gay At A Time…

After a relaxing afternoon of fine food and poolside tanning, I’d already wet my appetite with some Armenian. It was a speedy delivery, and I enjoyed it. But, it left me still desiring more. If I was going to do this, I was going to do this. I was going to fully take advantage of my hotel room.

I hopped back on Grindr and decided to have some Asian delivery as well. We chatted a bit, and he sent me some pictures. I don’t typically go for Asians, but I liked his eagerness and spunk. He was hungry, and I still had an appetite.

After exchanging pictures and chatting a bit, I told him to come by. I showered to get the smell of sun screen and Armenian off me while I waited for him to arrive. I was already feeling like a bit of a hustler, but I also wanted to give myself a high-five in the same turn.

When he arrived, I answered the door and he came in. We chatted a bit on the bed before finally making a move and making out with him a bit. Slowly but surely, I got him naked. He was eager to please, and I really appreciated that. I think he cared more about how much I was enjoying it than he did himself.

Warning: The following may be too graphic for some. We tried numerous positions with each other. We never did anything really complicated, but I could tell this guy liked to have fun — And we were. However, I think he was enjoying it far more than I because he finished in no time flat. He really loved to bottom, and it showed.

I didn’t finish, but I couldn’t keep going after he finished. I’d have him in pain in a few minutes if I kept going. We laid there next to each other chatting a bit more about what we did for a living and where we lived. I was still really horny and I wanted to keep going. I knew my body was capable of rallying the troops again after at least two hours since the Armenian. I wanted to keep going.

I gave him some time to recover while we chatted. When I thought enough time had passed by, I asked if he wanted to go again. I asked if he was able to rally the troops again. He said, “Sure. If you wanna go again. Pretty sure I can do it.” I proposed we move things over by the window. I was feeling quite adventurous now. I was on the 19th floor. I knew it wasn’t likely we’d be spotted, but the chance of it happening made the sex that much more exciting. He agreed with a grin from ear-to-ear.

We moved to the window with both his palms pressed against the glass and his legs spread. We had a really hot time with my arms wrapped around him. It was one of the most fun positions/situations I’d been in. With a fresh condom, we went at it again. This time, I wanted to see him finish. I used my hands to pleasure him while he moaned loudly. I wondered if my “neighbors” would hear us. He finished on the carpet below as he let out a loud moan, but sadly I wasn’t quite there yet. I continued to attempt to see if I could finish, but something just wasn’t quite there. I couldn’t concentrate, and I knew this was a lost cause.

I’d already been talking to a guy who asked if he could come by late night. I decided to stop trying and save up for the next guy’s arrival. He turned around and expressed his gratitude and told me how hot that was. He cleaned up and got dressed, and I said goodbye to yet another guy whose name I didn’t even remember.

I was such a whore! I’d just been with two strangers in the same evening, but I told myself I was on vacation. I justified it in my mind by telling myself when I returned to New York, I was going to be a good boy. I gave myself a weekend pass and decided to get it all out of my system. The maid at the Hilton was certainly going to have a large pile of towels to clean up in the morning…

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Settling In

Yesterday I was shocked to receive a comment telling me I’ve been nominated for the TMI Award. I was pleasantly surprised from this great honor.

Id like to thank sensiboutique.com for blowing my mind with this great award.

The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter.

Here are the rules

  • Thank the person who presented you with the award.
  • Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
  • Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.
  • Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
  • Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.
  • Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.

 

Back to your regularly scheduled (oversharing) program…

After yet another failed date, I tried to see what other fish I could snag. It’d been a few months since my last relationship, and I was hungry for something real. It’d been even longer than a few months since I had that.

I was spending a lot of time on Grindr, Manhunt, Adam4adam.com, and OKCupid searching for Mr. Right while trying to convince myself to ignore Mr. Right Now.

I started to chat with a few guys, but work had other plans for me. I was being sent out to L.A. for a few days. I’m certainly not complaining, because this is one of the best places I’ve been sent to date. I even decided to extend my stay while I was out there. I told my boss I would be staying through Sunday night and coming back on the redeye (on my own dollar of course). The few guys whose interest I peaked would have to be patient and wait until I returned to the East Coast.

I chatted with my roommate before I left for L.A. I was debating how to spend my time out there. I knew I wanted to bask in the sun end get a head start on some color. But, would I be consulting Grindr while out there, or would I be using the time to find my center once again? A big part of me noticed I was getting out of control again, but another part of me asked, why not? I was single I could live it up. I decided I would make a game-time decision.

I landed a few hours ahead of the rest of my team. This was by my own design so I could relax by the pool for a few hours before digging in. It was one of my better ideas recently, because when I landed, the weather was gorgeous. After two short hours, I got a text from the team they’d arrived. I met them at the conference room, and they all commented on how I’d already gotten some color.

I continued to work the rest of the evening, and we went out for dinner after a longs day’s work. I had fun with this team. It wasn’t the usual stuffy crowd. This crew had level heads on their shoulders.

The next day, we presented like rock stars. I told my team how great they did and how I was going to use them as a case study going forward with all my other teams.

After we all went out for a spectacular lunch, I said goodbye as they all jetted off to the airport. For me, it was back to the pool.

While I laid there, of course I pulled out my friend Grindr. I wanted to see the talent in the Glendale area (where my hotel was). I managed to find a decent amount of guys and even started chatting with a few of them. Of course, against my better judgment, I decided to have some fun. I found a guy who was looking for fun as well, and I told him to come by. He happened to be driving through the neighborhood, so he obliged.

I made my way back to my room and waited for him to arrive. When I heard a knock at the door, I greeted a man who I can only guess was some sort of Armenian type. I really had no clue though. He had a decent body, and we got right down to business.

Warning: The following may be too graphic for some. We made out a bit until he laid back on the bed with his legs in the air. I pulled out a condom and gave him what he was asking for. He certainly liked it — I could tell because he continued to tell me how much he enjoyed it. He was a good bottom, and I had a good time. After some time, he finished all over his chest. Shortly after, I added to the fun as a smile crossed both our faces. I handed him a towel and he cleaned up in my bathroom.

As he dressed himself, he mentioned how nice it was to have a good top around. Apparently, the Glendale area had too many bottoms and not enough tops. I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing for me concerning the remainder of my trip.

He was also very realistic about what transpired. We both treated it very transactional. He didn’t stick around afterwards or linger. He realized we were both there to satiate the animal within, and when we’d had our fill, he peaced out. He was a body, and I was a body. That’s all. I never knew his name. I didn’t even have his phone number.

I never would have thought I could have this mentality when I think back a year ago. I was telling N nearly a year before this how I don’t think I could ever have emotionless sex. I always thought I would only have sex with passion and love back then. I wasn’t thrilled with my transformation. I would have preferred to stay the same, but I’d already realized how enjoyable sex can be.

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