My Young Guy Series : How We Met and the First Meeting

I was never into way younger men until I met Young Guy (YG). I never really asked him how he feels about me constantly calling him YG, but it is what it is. I am 13 years older than him, but that fact never bothered him. If any, it made him more curious whether he and I actually have chemistry. I guess for younger men (or women) this becomes a challenge (or fantasy) of some sort.

YG is good looking but not my type (when I met him, I was in my white boy phase, go figure). I find him too thin for my liking. I prefer a man who looks like a man, feminist friends will kill me, but I want a man who's strong, not necessarily buffed and all but someone who can protect me. Anyway, YG is fit and very fashionable. And being the millennial that he is, he uses hashtags every chance he gets and still makes me cringe sometimes.
Nonetheless, my curiosity got the better of me, and I still communicate with him. He and I met at the ever popular swiping app. No surprise there. Thankfully, he is smart too. He and I had chemistry as we were chatting and I had to admit I was intrigued by his smooth and consistent description of what he likes and not like. We went through the perfunctionary selfies and whole body shots (naked and otherwise) and we were still pretty much satisfied with what we saw. Through the pictures, I can say that his cock wasn't as big as others I have been with but I was still hopeful it'd be the opposite. 

I would only found out about it almost a month after we started chatting. 

He and I have been sending messages back and forth in almost a month when our schedule finally matched. It was a bit difficult since his family was visiting and I was busy with other stuff too. But everything soon worked out well. 

Since I was adamant that we meet halfway, the equally stubborn YG finally just booked me a room in a hotel near his area. I was coming from a couple of gatherings that night so I finally obliged. I was nervous but I thought, what's the worst thing that could possibly happen. He seemed excited because he kept on calling me every now and then (asking where I already was) and providing specific instructions. He said he will wait in front of the hotel. 

I was walking hurriedly to the place although I also made sure to check how I looked. As with any first time meeting, you're a combination of anxiousness and  excitement. Then I saw him. He's taller than I expected. He's about 5'10; I did confirm with him afterwards and he said correct. Looks like a model who's in a photo shott and I suddenly and slightly felt intimidated and self-conscious but what the heck, I know I can give him something he wants.  As soon as he saw me, his face lit up and he smiled. That made me relax. 

We proceeded to the front desk so that I could properly check in. He seemed legit and not afraid to use his real name. I immediately felt 'safe' and unafraid. It made me feel like I could trust him. He asked me if I wanted to have room delivered to the room and I politely declined. Soon after, we entered my room. I asked him how much time he has and he said maybe a couple of hours before he have to pick up his family from shopping. There was a brief awkward silence after that and then we both started talking. He then stopped and said, please talk and I said, "no, after you..." And boy, he did. We talked about our background, sexual motivation, interests, etc. We wanted to get to know each other more while gauging if we have chemistry. 

Conversation was easy and unforced. It was a relaxing time just talk with him about anything. I even thought to myself why I did not make time for it sooner. After talking for about 30 minutes, we both stopped then as if we were both thinking of it, we leaned closer and we kissed. That kiss was somewhat long and seemed to seal the deal. We agreed we'd be FWB (his term not mine coz if I would have it, I'd call it fuck buddy) but sexually exclusive. I told him we both can date other people and we just try to remain honest with each other. 

After we kissed, he looked at me expectantly. 

I stared back as if to say, "yes?" 

He smiled and he said, "I wanna feel your lips elsewhere..." His voice trailed off because at that moment I moved my head down to his cock...

(to be continued...)

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Pain and Pleasure

This was made by a former lover of mine (he's a poet). Inspired by my giving him head --- whether that is something good or not, I don't know. Read on!

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Pain decided to show up just as me and pleasure got intimate

We were just hugging up a storm and pain decided to ruin it

Pain reared its ugly face grinning that grin of jagged teeth

And pleasure, well pleasure decided to speak

Dropping line after line, telling pain what it had on its mind

And I was all in pleasures brain, sitting comfortably

But pain just kept scratching the surface cause it made it happy

And I was caught in an uncomfortable situation unable to move

Waiting for that moment where me and pleasure get back to our groove

I was listening to them going back and forth, up and down

They had a whole conversation, and a lot of spit was flying around

And then out of nowhere we were stuck in the dark

Walking to find this invisible mark

That would help us get out of this maze we were in

But pain didn’t care about a damn thing

He just wanted to stay and bring his gifts of agony

Pains suck, but he has this way of reminding you of the happy

Pleasure was such a wuss, but pleasure wanted to keep trying

But pain and pleasure are just too good at lying

So I was listening intently, because I love the story being told

They would nibble on each word and every so often get bold

Chew on one or two and spit it out, while screaming I hate you, I love you

This conversation damn near drove me insane, but you can blame that on pain

The beauty of their sentences damn near gave me a seizure, but you can blame that on pleasure

I had to hold pleasure down, so pleasure could stop shaking

Pain got to pleasure, pleasure was close to breaking

But every time pleasure cracked, pain took a step back

Allowed it some time to rest and get back on track

Pain always shook pleasure up with metal that felt like a whip

Or at least that is what pleasure told me it felt like on the business end of it

But being caught between two enemies who rarely meet

Is hell in itself, to the point where their very words generate heat

And I was just laying there consoling myself

Lying to myself, promising me that this isn’t bad for my health

This is just an overdose of bad energy that will find its way through me

And return to that bad place where tears are born

And every little piece of hope is torn

And I don’t have to get sensitive nor feel as if every sense is stretched

Not feel as if every nerve is being tested or my skin is being scratched

I am in the middle of a meeting between pleasure and pain

I'm stuck between happiness and trying to stay sane

Pain and pleasure shouldn’t be this close

But pain is truly trying to get me to overdose

While pleasure is easing the bruises and massaging the scabs

All I am trying to do is keep from going mad

These two … I hope I never meet them at the same time again

I'm not sure if I can go through this stuff again

I need these two to stay away from one another

One of the two, one or the other

I need to counsel them to work together

I need their dialogue to be better

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How dirty are you?

It's been a while since my last long post and trust me it was not intentional. I just didn't know what to write. Some prodded me to continue with my stories and well, I will, promise. I will be continuing stories with unfinished endings. 

Anyway, I decided to ask this question because I remembered a former FUBU of mine who was well, uhm, a bit dirty. I thought to myself: I'm sure he is not the only one who had those dirty thoughts in mind. 

Am I correct or am I correct? *winks*

Some self-righteous people would cringe at the thought of "dirty" especially when it relates to the idea of making love or having sex. Oh well, to each his or her own. To be honest, I used to be one of those too. I mean, I have always been horny but I'm like "horny with limitations" that is until I met Peewee. 

Peewee is the last person I'd think who'd open my eyes (and others too) in this "new" and "dirty" world. He and I have known each other for quite a while now and we've also been intimate but we never really talked about other aspects of sex until that time. 

Peewee: "What's the dirtiest thing you've done?" 

I paused before typing my reply...

Me: "Is this sex-related?" 

Peewee: "Of course..." *grins* 

Me: *thinks* "To be honest, I cannot really recall a daring and dirty sex incident I've had..."

I then said, "is that lame?" 

And he typed, "oh no. probably no one just dared to introduce you to those kind of things..." 

He continued, "are you open to it?" 

As I waited for his reply, thoughts of feces and dead people clouded my mind. I involuntarily cringed. I thought, "eww gross.. not that" Then I realized those things have to be my hard limit. 

He then said, "I cannot believe I am saying this to you but I have always fantasized peeing on someone and being pee'd on..." 

I didn't know how to respond to that. I paused. I was actually not disgusted by it --- I just haven't tried it so I don't really know how I'd react to it. The more I thought about it though, the more curious and interested I became. So much so that I failed to reply to him until he buzzed me (yes, old school e, YM baby!) haha

That brought me back to my senses and I then replied to him: "so what are your dirty thoughts?"

How dirty was he or how dirty can he be? When I think about it, he's actually not so "dirty".

He wanted to pee on me and the more I think about it, I have to admit, I got excited as well. When he realized I was open with the idea, he no longer hesitated and told me more about what he wanted. 

Aside from wanting to pee on me, he also equally wanted me to pee on him --- on his face... his mouth open. I was surprised but he clearly liked it this way...

Too bad we never got to do any of these for real...

What about YOU? 

How dirty can you get?

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New Names, Same Game

Recently, I met someone who's like the guy version of me (well, he's much worse ;p) --- and reminded me so much of my relationship with my best guy buddy. 

He also said the term "side dicks" which is the "side chicks" term for women. 

Got me thinking --- I've heard of various names for sexual relationships from FWB, FUBU, meantime girl/guy, booty call, to name a few. 

What's my point? 

At the end of the day, it's the still the same game with just different names...

What's your term? :) Share it! 

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