Feeder Posted May 8, 2013 Report Posted May 8, 2013 Click here to see Promiscuous Top's original blog post... Things are going well enough with my mom, and the weather has turned nice enough here, to put me in a much better mood and give me more energy to properly monitor the fluid level in my balls. For the first several weeks here it was like I forgot I even had balls, and I emptied them almost dutifully merely because I suddenly had precious free time and there was an available gullet to dispose of my surplus sperm in. Not my preferred modus operandi. The pickings are rather slim down here but I *am* very enthusiastic about fucking the tight little bottom from last week. I hit him up yesterday and we set up a time for this afternoon and I think he'll come through-- he wants my dick in him just as much as I do. But unfortunately my nuts have been dutifully pumping out unspent goo ever since The Perfect Fuck For Me on Saturday. And in the meantime there were periods of dirty texting with that guy (including a long message on Adam4Adam saying he was "honored" that he got to take my dick and wished it weren't the case that we'd probably never see each other again, because he could have sex with me every day and not get tired of it-- nice to read and made my gonads just sing) and generally feeling positive and optimistic (which always makes my balls go into overdrive). So I knew the four days' worth of back production would keep me from being able to fuck the little guy right; I didn't want to cum too fast with him. I needed someone to relieve the pressure last night after dinner. I wanted to get out of the house because it was a nice night, so I drove to a little parking lot by a greenway, cut the engine but left the radio playing nice melodic indie tunes, and cruised in the dark on my iPhone feverishly for about 90 minutes with no luck-- 90% of the time when you DO find someone down here who you have a mutual attraction for, they can't host. Finally when I had given up and driven a ways to get some oatmeal cookies to bring back and eat in bed while I fretted about popping too quickly in the Tight Little Bottom, I heard from a little cub who blew me a couple of years ago that I really enjoyed being with and talking to. Perfect! He didn't live far from the grocery store where I was buying cookies. So I ran over, feeling surprised at how things were suddenly working out when things had seemed so disastrous for the past month. I told him to light some candles "like last time," and he said "Wow you remembered!" Of course I did! Well, the little cub was not-so-little any more; I think I might have been a little too obviously taken aback at just how round in the middle he'd gotten when he opened the door. I felt bad about this-- he's a good guy, very cute, and was offering to selflessly blow me and swallow the foul salty ejecta of my manly pleasure. Trying to deflect attention from my reaction and appear easy-breezy, I held up the cookies, which I'd imagined us eating in bed by candlelight after my orgasm. He laughed and set them on the counter; he was just wearing a t-shirt and a jockstrap. He moved extremely tentatively and lightly, reminding me very much of the dancing hippos in Fantasia. He turned around and I was behind him and kissed him a bit, and he seemed relieved. I remembered having a great time with him, but at that point I couldn't remember if it was because he gave good head or because I really liked fucking him-- his face is just very cute and I love plowing cute guys. He was just way too big to for me to fuck at this point, though; I was a little worried I wasn't going to get hard at all, given that he was a repeat and didn't have the cute little meaty body I remembered any more. But I gamely pulled off my shorts, went to his bed, laid back, spread my legs, and told him to get to work. He seemed a little discombobulated by my completely flaccid penis, but damn if he didn't manage to suck it into a raging hard-on in what seemed like record time. It didn't hurt that his arms were actually quite muscular and hard, as were his shoulders; he was just really heavy around the middle. The head was Just Fine but for whatever reason my dick was just throbbingly turgid. I fucked it up into his mouth, holding his (very cute) ears when I needed more stimulation than he was giving, and after a while feeling like he was getting a little overexerted from his hooverlike suction and frantic head-bobbing, I just pushed his face down into my bush and stroked my aching, oozing bone against his cheek and eyebrow, telling him to rest and breathe in my smell, and he moaned with gratitude. He sucked me some more and got me close and then tipped me over the edge and drank it all. It was a little odd-- I wasn't that turned on and it really felt like I had sort of been milked like a cow with an uncomfortably full udder. My dick and my orgasm felt like they belonged to some guy a thousand miles away who was connected to me by some kind of poorly-implemented brain telegraph. Right after I came I just laughed and laughed because my balls felt light and snappy between my legs. I got the maintenance I needed! After that we stood at his counter eating cookies and drinking milk and chatting, both of us wearing shirts and no pants, my dick still swollen with blood and hanging thickly between my legs for some reason-- it never fully shriveled up. We talked for a long time about his rather unusual job, the miserable city we were in, and his desire to live in NYC, where he gets to travel a few times a year (I've seen him online up there and sometimes we chat). He was talking about great restaurants he went to, trying to remember the name of an Australian or Austrian place he thought was in my neighborhood (it turned out to be *Argentinian* and a couple blocks from my apartment and also one of my favorites). It was a nice lively conversation and I think I made him insanely desirous of living there after I talked about all the things I missed about it living here for a month and a half. But it was getting very late at this point and I knew I had to get home. So I said my goodbyes and we added each other to facebook. This afternoon: I deep-dick the little tight guy with light, lean, mean nuts. Hope he doesn't flake! More...
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