Of Gods and Mortals

A guy with whom I've been chatting and trying to hook up with finally broke the ice and invited me over his place. He's 51, 6'0 and a trim 150 lbs with a very average looking cut cock. In paper he appeared to be a hot mature man

He gave me his address and immediately I felt uneasy as I parked my car in what I know to be a poor, gang infested part of town. Now I don't normally judge a book by it's cover and I'm just here for the sexual experience, but the minute he opened his door and I smelled the stench of his not one, not two but four cats and their drying pee in the carpet, I immediately felt itchy and wanted to bolt. He was probably immune to the stench and was happy with his cat-aroma-therapy.

Guys in the flesh sometimes do not live up to the hype of their net profiles. And that shouldn't surprise any of us really, right?

So when his kissing technique was that of a lapping cat, I internally cringed and totally lost my hard on.  After a few seconds, we both admitted to each other that it wasn't working out, and decided to call it a night.

Fortunately, I had anticipated this. And I have never been so relieved in all my nocturnal slutting life to come back to my car that was vulnerably parked in a dark street swarming with vagabonds you would normally see in a subway begging for spare change for a fix. So on the way home, I knew there was a park where I can still salvage my lust. But since it was 1 am, I wasn't sure whether there would be any action left.

It was a full moon night, and that must have contributed, because the park was swarming with men having or about to have sex. I joined in a crowd of johns that were watching three very handsome and fit men suck and kiss each other. No use trying to participate there, because they had that "Mount Olympus air" about them (gods for gods only). A few minutes later, moans were emitted and sperms were spilled and Apollo, Achilles and Mercuy left, leaving the park back to us mere mortals.

It didn't take long and I heard a rustle and a cute cub of Mediterranean looks in his 30s wearing a cap came into view. Later, he told me he was Greek. El Greco had facial hair, a stocky body and an air of the hunt about him. We eyeballed each other and he must have liked what he saw, because he came closer and touched my chest and nipples. Up close he looked cuter and the minute his lips touched mine I knew that I was in for a hot session.

He lifted my shirt up and groaned when his paw touched my smooth torso. I returned the favor and lifted his shirt and reveled in his hairy chest. Opposites did attract in that night of the full moon. I blew him and swallowed his hard average 6 inch uncut cock and he blew me back after a while and pretty soon, we noticed we an audience. A tall white shadow caught my attention and the moon was partially covered by a big cloud so it became darker again.

El Greco and I continued our passionate kissing, and tall white shadow came closer and closer until I saw him to be of an Anglo nature, clippered zero blonde hair and a face that would feel at home in any Bel Ami porn video. El Anglo had his cock out and was fondling it but he was too far to see what he packed.

El Greco was getting hornier by the minute and it was clear he was into smooth chests as he nuzzled into my crotch, swallowed my cock and both his hands running up and town my hairless torso, while making horny slurping sounds. This apparently intrigued El Anglo because he came nearer and nearer.  He didn't make contact but just continued to watch us, just jerking his cock. The moon shone again and got out of the clouds and now I could see his uncut dick was fatter and bigger than El Greco, so I wondered how that would taste like. I reached out to him and that one motion encouraged him to come closer.

Immediately I was mesmerized by his beauty. He was probably just 25, but stood at 6'2 and probably had blue eyes to match the blonde hair. His lips were full and pouty like a schoolboy, but I dared not kiss him. I didn't want to push my luck. It was my turn to feel like I was in Mount Olympus and Zeus himself came down to meet the mortals.

It was now evident that El Anglo was also into ethnic cock, for the minute El Greco came up for air, El Anglo immediately dove down and replaced him, sucking hungrily on my cock. I had to control myself from cumming too fast as the frenzied action was becoming a bit too hot. Zeus was sucking me! What's not to like?

Deviating from the theme of this blog, it didn't end up being of bare adventures, as it was just mostly oral between the three of us. It was my turn to suck both of them and I started this time with El Anglo. His cock felt three times bigger than El Greco and I reached up and felt his nice torso that was hairy, although shaved. Why do men shave their chests?

I was still trying to swallow all of El Anglo's cock while I was squatting down, when I felt El Greco almost lie down flat and sucked my cock! Hot! We all knew it was now or never, so we built up towards an orgasm and pretty much soon, I felt hot, salty semen shooting down my throat as I tried to swallow to keep breathing. That in turn triggered my own orgasm deep inside El Greco's mouth, who himself was furiously jacking off.

Everyone sobered up and smooched thankfully after we all politely said goodbye and headed home. Satisfied and ready for bed.

A Theory Proven

One of my regular fbs John wanted to have a late night session as he messaged me at around midnight, asking if I was around and free to have some fun. Of course being the horn bag that I am, I said yes and hopped in the shower and got ready.

Just as I was getting groomed, I called and booked a cab. I could have easily driven, but John lives in an okay part of a still sleazy neighborhood and I didn't really want to have anything to do with car vandals. Grabbing my stuff and keys, I headed out the front door.

There was a cab letting out two passengers who have just clearly paid for their fare. I thought that was booked cab so I waited and once the passengers alighted, I got in.

Bingo. The cabbie was a young cutie.

He greeted me politely and asked me my destination and I gave it to him, after which he made some small talk, as cabbies tend to do. I told him I'm on my way to a friend's house for a late night party. Keeping it generic. Oh good for you, lucky you can party and not have to work like me, he said. I replied that I was sure when he gets his time off he has time to spend it with whoever he wants to.

"Who me? Who would want to have a party with me? I don't even have a girlfriend with the odd hours I keep," he volunteered.

I cocked a sideways glance at him. Clearly I knew what the next question was going to be.

"Do you have a girlfriend you party with?" he continued prodding.

"Nope, I am gay. And the guy whose house I am going to tonight, is with whom I hang around with when I want to have fun," I added. It was clear that fun and party after midnight didn't mean dinner and laughter.

He didn't seem shocked. I don't think anything shock taxi drivers anymore nowadays. He drove in silence but there was a side smile to his face that I could see in the mirror. I have never picked a taxi driver before, so I didn't know what the protocol is here. Clearly he was interested but respective, so was I expected to make the first move? But what about John?

"Where you from?" I asked.

"Iran," he replied. Hmmmm, nice dark hair with just the hint of a growing goatee about to run amock. He was in his early 30s and by the ripple of his thick forearms the color of mocha that gripped the steering wheel, I knew that he was supple and fit underneath his clothes. He asked me what part of Asia I was as he drove and I informed him, and his standard reply was "Oh that's nice, I have many friends from your country and they are all fun." Well I'm glad we're all getting along well with each other multiculturally, aren't we, I thought. I wonder if fun for him was generic or should my evil mind read more into it.

We reached my destination and I paid him and he took his time finishing the transaction and giving me a receipt, at which he deliberately brushed his hand on mine and kept a distinct eye contact. I gave him my best after midnight moonlight smile and wondered if he can see how dilated my eyes were in the half dim of the cab which indicated that he aroused my interest and that I wanted to return his sexual vibe. For half a second we both smiled back at each other, both doing nothing, just sitting in the cab, and looking at each other in the eyes.

Then my phone buzzed in my jeans pocket with a text from John saying "Where ru now?" That snapped me out of my reverie and I reluctantly opened my side of the door and stepped out, but not after thanking cabbie boy profusely. He said "No problem and have a great night." John's buzzer wasn't working so I had to call him inorder for him to pick me up from downstairs. As I fished my phone out of my jeans and started to scroll to his number, I noticed the cute cabbie was still there, and still staring at me through his window. I wondered if John would like a three way? I smiled at the cabbie and waved, to indicate I was alright and that my friend would be coming any minute now. Maybe he was hoping that the party was off and I needed a ride back home?

By the time John got downstairs, the cab had driven off. I told him the anecdote of the interested cab driver, and he said I should have invited him up. Anyway, John and I have been fb for a long time now so we went into our usual routine, which was socialize with house drinks first, kiss, suck, fuck and then he would fall asleep and I would quitely let myself out of his apartment while he was still in slumber. Nothing that night deviated from it.

As I left John's apartment, two hours and one orgasm (his) later, I still felt a nigging in my stomach. The cab driver incident woke up something in me that night. Lust is in the air so surely, there must be other wolves out hunting at 3 am? So I flicked open my iPhone and tapped online and surely enough, a fish caught the bait not even a minute after.

I have found that hook ups that happen between the hours of midnight and dawn are the most successful and usually the least to flake, because of obvious reasons - guys are horny and need to get off - now!

It turned out the new guy, Joe lived in the same street as John. Just a couple of doors up. Freaky. Joe was, in one word a hunk! Actually make that an uber hunk. He looks like Boris Kodjoe (google him), only he was white. 6'1, 180 lbs, with a footballer's build. And very, very sexy legs. Chunky and muscular. Legs you would pay attention equally as you give him head. Which is exactly what I did five minutes after he showed me into his apartment.

Unfortunately another one of my borrowed theories was proven that night. That very handsome men are lousy fucks. He did fuck me alright with his big 7.5 uncut dick, but truth be told he was an average lover. However the session was more about him, or rather me having to worship the perfection that was him. In short, he was one of those selfish tops, visually adorable but sexually leaving you flat, and dare I say, unsatisfied.

I went home later that morning as dawn broke from Joe's place thinking about the Iranian cab driver. What if I started the night with him? After all average to mid average looking men are the best fucks in life.

Saki saki

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