I haven't written in a while, but that's not because I've had nothing to write about...
...on the contrary.
I have too much to write about!
Only a few hours ago I had two exciting experiences.
The first was with a guy in his 60s. He said he was very attracted to me because of my smooth body and feminine ass.
I knew he was interested in my ass because he kept checking me out.
Sadly, he couldn't get hard enough to penetrate my hole and therefore left me sexually frustrated, but I was rescued by a BBC (a big black cock).
My ass swallowed his 8-inch uncut snake very quickly. I hope to elaborate more about both cocks in another blog post.
Last week was an especially busy one.
Felix fucked me three times and Brandon (my new fuck buddy) twice. In addition, my mouth and ass helped extract semen from lovely tops several times at the beach.
One of these tops was Peter, a 55-year-old hairy guy.
Even though Peter was hairy, I wasn't attracted to him at first because of his body type. However, when he approached me, I smiled at him as I always do to newcomers.
He smiled back, and I suddenly realized that he was quite handsome.
"Welcome to Gaash Beach," I said.
"Oh, it's not my first time, but I usually don't walk this far north."
Peter was shirtless but still wearing long shorts. He was staring at my naked body, and it was self-evident he was interested in more than just talking.
"Have you never seen a naked guy before?" I asked because he kept staring at me.
"You seem so confident and happy being naked," he answered.
I could tell that there was a hairy, thick cock hiding between his legs. I also knew what would be the quickest way to admire it.
"It's so hot. I'm going to cool myself in the sea. Do you want to join me?"
"Sure, but I didn't bring a swimsuit," Peter replied.
"Well," I said, "we are at a nudist beach, and I'm already naked. So, I don't see why you shouldn't be."
When Peter took off his black underwear, his dark, thick cock was already leaking.
I resisted the temptation to hold and suck his hairy penis because I'd figured that Peter was married, and I should make him feel comfortable before grabbing his terrific cock.
I walked in front of him to tempt him with my hungry ass.
Peter walked behind me with a massive hard-on, but I sensed that he was embarrassed. Something strange held him back, and I couldn't tell what it was.
I've been with countless married guys before.
Often, it takes them a while to start fucking my mouth or hole. Bisexuals are usually hungry for a man's body but quite terrified of it at the same time.
Peter wasn't terrified of my body. There was something else troubling him. We were sitting next to each other, talking about nothing in particular.
"Theon, you are such a sweet guy," he suddenly said.
"Thank you, Peter. You're very handsome. Are you religious?"
I asked Peter that because he had a beard like a religious Jew. Many guys have facial hair nowadays, but Peter's beard was longer and thicker than I'd expected.
I'm not too fond of facial hair because it always makes a guy look older.
"No, I'm not religious," he replied.
"So why do you grow a beard? You're very handsome, but your beard could do with some trimming. Plus, it's not suited for rimming."
I expected him to laugh or smile because of that comment. I was also hoping he'd offer to rim my fuck hole to prove me wrong.
His response shocked me.
"My younger brother died in a car accident nearly 30 days ago. That's why I've grown a beard."
-- In Judaism, it's a custom to not shave for 30 days after a close relative dies.
After Peter had dropped that bombshell, my erection was gone in seconds. I removed my gaze from Peter's genitals, but I was confident that his hard cock had also become soft.
"Oh, my God, Peter, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for my stupid comment about rimming."
"It's OK. You didn't know, and besides, it was cute."
Now I knew why Peter and I hadn’t started fucking yet - nor did I expect it to happen any time soon.
Instead of offering Peter my ass hole, I offered him my "ear hole". I listened to him tell me about his brother's car accident. A drunk driver crossed a red light and hit his car. I got closer and put my arm around Peter.
It felt good to be so close to his hairy body, but my mind was focused on being there for him and nothing more.
After 15 minutes of talking, he said "Thank you for listening. I still don't get it that he's gone. Let's talk about something else."
I didn't want Peter to think I was immediately moving from comforting him to drooling over his lovely dark nipples. So I stopped hugging him.
However, my left leg was still rubbing against his hairy right leg.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Tell me how you keep your body so beautiful and in excellent shape."
"I work out six times a week. Every other day I jog 7 miles in one hour. It's a wonderful cardio workout, and it also keeps my ass muscular and firm."
"You do have a fantastic ass," Peter commented.
I quickly glanced at Peter's cock and noticed it was almost fully erect.
"But what about your pecs?" Peter asked.
I explained, "I also work out for 45 minutes on my abs, chest, and back muscles every other day."
"You certainly have an impressive chest. I'd noticed your pecs already from afar."
"I wish they were hairier, like yours," I said.
"Your whole body is relatively smooth. You wouldn't be as attractive if you were hairy like me."
I put my hand on his thigh and said: "Peter, are you implying that you are attracted to me?"
He smiled but, instead of answering, asked me where I work out.
"I have a home gym," I explained, "and I exercise naked."
My last sentence made Peter's cock rock hard.
"Woof! I want to work out with you!"
"I have a feeling we won't be doing a lot of working out…." I told him.
"You're probably right," Peter said. "Do you sweat a lot?"
"Usually, my ass, armpits, and pecs are sweaty after a while."
"It sounds so hot! I'd lick the sweat off your ass," Peter said.
I glanced at Peter's cock and noticed it was leaking like a broken faucet. It was a glorious sight, and I felt thirsty for his seed.
However, he still hadn't implied that he would like to do more than just talk. Therefore, I decided to change the subject.
Why did I do that?
I like erotic chat, but only if it leads to cum inside my ass or on my body. I had a feeling that Peter was going to leave soon, take his semen with him, and leave me sexually frustrated.
"You'd mentioned that you’ve never walked this far north before. That probably explains why we’ve never seen each other until now," I commented.
"I always park my car next to the non-nudist part of the beach and walk a mile north to be alone. I've never walked this far north before."
"Hmmm, I should probably check out the southern part," I said. "I think I've already sucked everyone here. It'd be interesting to give a blow job to new guys."
Peter spread his legs and pointed at his magnificent, leaking cock.
"You can start by sucking mine."
"I was waiting for you to say that," I smiled. "Bring it over."
Peter brought his massive, leaking pipe to my hungry mouth and began fucking my face. Seeing his beautiful hairy balls dangling so close to my mouth was incredible.
I grabbed his cum factories and played with his pubic hair. Peter intensified his thrusts into my throat.
"May I cum in your mouth?" he asked after only two minutes!
I usually prefer a man to cum either in my ass or on my body/face. But I'd taken Peter's tragic loss into account and decided to make a special effort to comfort him.
I didn't want to stop sucking his beautiful cock, so I nodded and held the base of his shaft to signal that my throat was ready for his semen.
Peter started yelling, and in seconds I felt a considerable amount of hot man juice shooting down my throat and satisfying my great thirst.
Peter's cum was tasty, and there was so much of it. I wasn't going to ask, but I knew that it was the first time he'd experienced an orgasm since his brother's death.
We returned to our beach towels, and I anticipated that he would leave.
"Do you mind if I stay?" Peter asked to my surprise.
"Of course, I don't mind, but I think I'll fall asleep."
"Perfect, that's also my plan."
I lay on my stomach and fell asleep almost right away.
Thirty minutes later, I felt Peter's gentle touch on my legs and ass cheeks. Instinctively I spread my legs.
"Theon, can I take a close look at your hole?" he asked.
I opened my eyes and looked at Peter. His cock was hard and leaking again. I wasn't surprised since I could tell that his balls still had cum in them.
"Do what you want with my fuck hole," I replied.
Peter spread my ass cheeks and told me I have a beautiful man-pussy.
"That's so sweet of you to say that. It's probably sandy, though."
"There's some sand on it. Nevertheless, your anus appears very inviting."
I stretched my right arm and grabbed his warm balls. Peter moaned loudly.
"If you want to fuck me, I'll gladly wash the sand off and let you."
"To tell the truth, I’ve never fucked a guy. But your hole is the most beautiful I've ever seen. Your ass is a work of art. I've never felt such a strong desire to breed a man before!"
I didn't need any more hints.
I washed the sand off, returned, and offered my love hole to Peter.
Peter lubed his cock and started rubbing it on my smooth hole. He pressed his massive cock head to my cum hole's sensitive lips.
Feeling a hard cock demanding my anus made me moan, and cum began leaking from my hard cock.
"Theon, I really want to fuck you. I've never felt like that before. I'm usually just happy having my cock sucked."
I spread my right ass cheek, revealing the pink inner flesh of my fuck hole.
"Oh my God," Peter moaned. "What an incredible sight!"
He pushed my hand aside and attempted to shove his cock head inside my body. I was going to tell him to be gentle, but I didn't need to.
Immediately after my ass had swallowed his cock head, Peter yelled, pulled his cock out, and shot powerful cum bursts over my thirsty hole.
After his orgasm was over, Peter caressed my love hole with his seed. It was so erotic to feel his fingers playing with my anus and teasing my hole lips with his cum.
"Wow! I couldn't stop myself," he explained. "The heat and pressure around my cock head was so intense. I can only imagine how terrific it must feel to be fucking you."
"Perhaps next time," I smiled.
We washed in the Mediterranean, and Peter was getting ready to leave.
I hugged him, and he grabbed my smooth balls. It was the first time he'd paid attention to my genitals.
My cock got hard instantly on feeling Peter's hand holding my testicles.
"You're still horny, and your balls are full," Peter said, suddenly realizing I hadn’t ejaculated.
"Actually, I had sex just before coming to the beach," I lied.
Why did I lie to him?
I've never used my body to comfort someone who had lost a loved one. It didn't feel right for me to focus on my need to ejaculate. However, I didn't want to tell him that.
"But, I've enjoyed myself," I assured Peter, which was the truth. The feeling of Peter's manly cock erupting twice thanks to my body was a beautiful reward for my efforts.
Two days later, I saw Peter again. His beard had disappeared, and he looked even more handsome shaved.
Did he fuck me for real?
Unfortunately for him, no.
My ass was busy at that moment serving my fuck buddy from Switzerland. I've mentioned him a few times before.
Besides, Peter's cock is only a pale shadow compared to the huge uncut machine I was enjoying at very moment.
But that's a story for another blog post.