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Today I had an experience barely worth writing about, but for completeness' sake I will. A guy I've been trading witty-ish barbs with on various apps like Scruff for the past few months pinged me while I was out and about in the East Village today, buffeted by the hordes of drunken kids in Santa suits that made up this year's Santa Con. (I saw a svelte Mrs Santa in high heeled boots leaning against a wall and vomiting up her pizza awhile her friends held her hair back and cooed gently.) I was idly horny but had no luck in the morning trying to rustle up any talent, and didn't want to waste too much time on a nice day looking for ass, so I gave up to go out and to hunt for some stuff for the house. So when App Dude began writing me again-- he lives in the East Village and must have seen that I was closer by than usual-- I thought he might do for a blowjob. I feel weird on apps asking boldly for raw fucking, like I do on, say, Manhunt-- maybe because I lead with my face on the apps, and the seem less sexually charged than the hookup sites anyway. And with App Guy, with whom I'd talked about fairly normal stuff the whole time, I felt a little uptight suddenly saying "So hey, maybe I should stop by and stick my dick in your mouth." Instead I noted that he'd never unlocked his pix for me on this particular app. He summarily unlocked but apologized for their g-rating, saying, "I'm shy." The unlocked pix were actually cuter/more manly than the main pic, so I was emboldened. He asked for mine, so I showed him my own filthy pic of myself sporting a boner, which he seemed to appreciate. So only then did I ask him if he'd like to blow me, saying, "I'll still be your friend if you say no." But he said yes, and I went over, with a spring in my step.

In person he was still pretty cute in the face, but he was really a little dumpy in the body, and didn't totally give the impression that the pix I saw did. He was handsome but veering into cuddly, which to me is a boner-killer. His apartment was really nice for the East Village, though, and I spent a little while admiring it. He would be perfectly fine for a blowjob, I thought, but I realized on the way over that I was to meet my partner after work in barely a half an hour. I told him I didn't have much time and wasn't sure how he'd feel about me making him suck me off and then running out. He laughed at my gallantry and moved in to suck my face. This seemed promising.

Well, it wasn't. He kissed by thrusting a rigid tongue into my mouth and ramming his face into mine. Kids, seriously, this is NOT kissing. Who teaches people to do this? Does any one of my readers really find this a turn-on? I'd honestly like to hear another side, because to me it's incredibly annoying and weird. I was not gonna get hard from this kind of kissing, though he had a really nice beard, really nice hair, buzzed velvety short on the sides and a little hipstery-long on the top, which I love. Frustrating. He went to his knees and I whipped it out and he sucked pretty nice, but was just too, too intent on deep-throating, hard, which to me also is not very exciting cuz all the nerves are on the other end of my freakin tool. He was basically deep-throating a noodle. I was not getting into it at all.

I really wanted to get off, though. I took off my shoes and pants, hopped on his bed, and assumed the position with my legs spread for his full access, and he plopped down between me and began sucking again. This felt a lot better-- at this angle he was hitting my dickhead's hot spot just right. I also could put my foot into his groin and feel a small but rock-hard dick in his pants. Nothing induces a hard-on like another hard-on. But although I encouraged the right behavior and kept asking for more, he completely ignored my signs and did what he wanted, which was mostly more deep-throating. Almost every cocksucker I've ever had absolutely loves it when I enthusiastically point out a specific act they do which is making me feel good, and is thoroughly happy to repeat it. But this guy was just not taking direction very well. I had gotten thick from the brief period of him hitting my hot button right, but he was still sucking on a semi-soft dick.

He started to look a little panicked at this point, so I pulled out his own dick, slicked up my hand, and started giving him a hand job for his efforts. I seemed to be giving it to him good because he relaxed, laid back in my lap with his eyes closed and his mouth open, and floated into his own little womb of ecstasy somewhere above the ceiling. The feeling of his hard dick in my hand made me stiffen up a bit more, still not all the way but noticeably more. He felt it rustle by his face, I guess, and began sucking again, with a good suction. I felt like he could make me cum, if he would just slow down a little bit and stop with the constant chomping down at the base of my bone. But he did what he did.

I did, however, finally feel myself start to come. It's always a little sad when I come but am not yet fully hard; the cum just oozes out and the pleasure is just not as intense. He'd told me he wouldn't swallow but said he wanted it on his beard, so that's what he got-- thick, toothpaste-like strings of gooey spooge looping all over his gingerish beard. He began shooting immediately all over my calf, hot wet jets that hit me hard.

At least he was having fun!

He wiped me up with a big swat of his hand, in one motion, and spirited it away somewhere-- I didn't see where. My hand and dick were all gooey and my calf was wet, so I sat there trying not to move and get it everywhere. He rushed away, rustled a bunch in various parts of the apartment, and came back with a washcloth. I cleaned up a bit.

We did chat amiably after that some. I have always tried to move the conversation a bit beyond the bantery stuff to something more substantial; he's an artist with a studio near my apartment and I'm curious about his work and what he's interested in and stuff. But maybe this sad, short encounter is all he wanted, who knows. We had the long, typical New Yorker's conversation about real estate and I found out what his amazingly low rent (for the East Village) was. But I don't think jizzing on a guy's beard from a limp dick is the best way to start a friendship. Who knows if I'll ever hear from him again. Maybe I'll hit him up a little later and see if he'll invite me over to his studio.

Anyway, I got my rocks off and spooged another guy's face. That's something!

I met my partner and we had a very early dinner and walked all around and then had a very late dinner all over again in a hipster-infested pizza place near our home. He looks very handsome and hunky to me lately and my love for him is much deeper than it ever has been. Early on, when we'd opened up our relationship, having bad encounters like this with guys who weren't able to open up much made me realize how lucky I was to have found him at all, and it solved a lot of problems I had with our relationship right away. I have a lot of fantastic sex, but none of it really lures me away from where I really belong. Encounters like this one remind me how lucky I am to have him to come back to.

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