Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2017 10:19:21 -0700 From: FWB Subject: Ironic Book Club Is what my FWB and I call it when we get together on a weekend with the sole intent of fucking around/fucking and watching/arguing over the neverendingly odd and diverse universe of gay porn. FWB came over around midnight Sunday AM. We queued up our usual millions of hours of porn, with mine always leaning toward cum dump, group, seeding compilations, bareback breeding, twinks, twinks, twinks,, anal play, and bondage (Bound Gods, Men on Edge). (this list is not comprehensive). His interests are more the interview/solo, military, gay for pay, straight but drunk (lol). He's much more vanilla than I may have ever been but we are physically compatible and have a great time together so usually we just try to find someone on an app to spice things up. It almost never works. We spend way too much time DJ-ing and narrating porn. When we're leaning against the headboard stroking absent-mindedly, I love narrating the performers personalities or what they might be/must have been thinking. -as the gay for pay 'friends' are watching their straight porn on the suspiciously shiny pleather couch and have to reach over to one another's cocks (as directed inevitably by the type of man you'd cross the street from) the bro with the crooked smile is all 'FINALLY' and the other bro, on the verge of throwing up, thinks simultaneously 'I probably won't talk to *this bro* for AT LEAST a few months until it's not awkward af' - That's a shitty example but unless I start doing porn voice-overs for YouTube fame it wouldn't be nearly as fun/funny as it is in person. We found a bottom on Grindr who came over and the second he got into my room really quietly stripped to a black Pump jockstrap. The straps just barely indented his perfectly bubbly twink ass despite being older than I am. (squats, I'm told) He climbed the bed on fours without really saying anything and FWB did not hesitate to shove dick in his mouth while he tightened and pulsed his hole in my direction. I put some olive oil on my fingers and played with it while stroking myself to inhuman hardness hearing them moan and grunt at each other. The noises associated with sex and sexual acts are absolutely key. I don't understand the point of cumming quietly unless your immediate family or people responsible for approving your promotions can hear you. I don't understand how you don't moan, grunt, or scream the second your cock passes the sphincter, your balls slap their ass, and their hole goes vice tight when you fuck the cum out of them. And I'll never understand, no matter how practiced they are, how guys take cock without making some significant noise. I know that on the rare occasions I do, it is NOT a quiet or calm experience. After a few minutes of two-finger bumping his prostate and tonguing his balls, he'd had enough and sort of whisper-growled 'Fuck Me'. I got on the bed and pressed my dick into his hairless hole. All signs pointed to him taking it like a champ (didn't seem like someone not used to being fucked) but as I pushed my head past the ringpiece he took a deep breath, paused slightly and then pulled the length in balls deep, with the authority and deep-gut purr of a power bottom. Hot. He wanted to DP but needed poppers, which I did not have. I think if FWB and I weren't so slightly above average thick, I could've talked him into at least trying just the...tips?. After he decided to take a break from my aggressive and oft deep-as-I-go pumping from behind, he recognized he was with some guys who took this fucking seriously and seemed pretty happy about it if I'm measuring the grin he gave me while holding FWB dick *this close* from deepthroating. He wouldn't let us touch his dick much though because he didn't want to get off. When he tapped out to catch his breath I made sure to store a memory of how I'd bent that doggy style into a dominated mashing of his face into the mattress with my forearm around his neck partly as leverage to gain ground on that sweet ass and partly to apply gentle choking pressure. I was maximizing skin contact, my sweaty chest to his back, our ankles tangled up in a flexing, wrestling mass. FWB gets off on watching just like I do, especially when I start to take control, so I didn't deprive him of much for long. We varied these positions and methods, with some notable oral geometry for about 4 hours, ending with FWB planting an apparently massive load, legs shaking while volley after volley of cum shot deeper, his cock expanded in the hole, perineum flexed violently, and the eyes rolled back. 9/10 Bottom guy was moaning and writhing appropriately after FWB pulled out with a fairly subdued *pop* considering the liquid exchange. He reached behind his back and started playing with the leaking cum and where it came from while he gripped the sheets with the other hand and shifted his knees up and down, fucking his ass against the air. He was repeatedly exposing my favorite thing, a slippery cum filled (and dripping) hole. I shifted my weight on the bed while saying something classy like 'my turn', high-fived FWB and fucked bottom mercilessly while making sure his animal noises were strictly pleasure until I came so hard. After a physically energetic but emotionally shy early showing bottom was making comments about feeling my dick throb, feeling my cum and that is just very sexy. He insisted he didn't want to get off, despite being close, with precum literally dropping like piss dribbles while spasms randomly shook his body. Part of me thinks he did that enviable thing where you take the anal orgasm but don't cum. It would show true skill and dedication to craft. He explained serious post-orgasm guilt and that he loses all interest in sex after he cums. We discussed how that sucks and I was pretty close to suggesting solutions because thats what I do (not only when it's inappropriate but especially). He was very confident and self-possessed so I don't imagine it bothered him half as much as the anxiety it caused me sending such a fine and eager piece of ass back into the wild filled but not necessarily *ful*filled.