[Dick Spit No. 2019-01] I’m hoping 2019 will be the year of my first actual/serious date in a decade. This random sex thing – while often fun and pleasing, may sooner or later take a toll on this sexy, healthy, middle-aged body. I mean, fuck; it’s 3:48 am on a Monday morning as I begin writing this, having already tweeted and Facebook-posted the heavily abbreviated, censored version of what happened last night/this early morning.
This past weekend was indeed a long for me. I had just flown back from Philly this past Saturday after attending my mom’s funeral held the Thursday before. Yesterday (Sunday) afternoon I did my radio show (which, after live broadcasting, often leaves me exhausted). I then went home, had dinner, and had planned to simply chill in my recliner, watching whatever was on TV until I was drowsy and ready to go to bed.
Sometime before midnight, I get a call from a former fuck-buddy of mine. Damn. Looking at the name on the caller ID and seeing the name “Kevyn J.”, it hit me that I had neither seen nor heard from Kevyn (“Kev” for short) in years. I’d always assumed he had moved on.
[S/N: In my experience, fuck buddies, particularly some older ones, always get out of the “game” of being a fuck-buddy as they move on to marriage or to some other committed relationship type situation. It’s no biggie. Over the years, I’ve long since gotten used to my fuck-buddies moving on without leaving so much as a word or hint to me that it might be weeks, months, or perhaps years before we’d again hook up – if ever, or at least again see each other. Considering this, I always like to fuck my sex partners as though sex with that person would be the last time I’d have sex with that person (because it just might be).]
I had half a mind to ignore Kevyn’s call, thinking, “Well, I’ll be damned. Where the fuck has his fine sweet ass been all these years? Perhaps it was on instinct that I decided to answer his call. It’s not as though I get sex that often – especially from a guy with whom I still have fond memories – and would often jack off to those memories – of us having some damn good, hot man-sex. I answered the call and, just as I suspected, Kevyn was indeed shamelessly making a late-night booty call. All he said to me was, “Hey-y-y-y, Renzo! Whassup? I’m in town. Mind if I come over?” I chuckled to myself as I noticed my dick getting hard, precum already oozing from the tip. Yep; this guy Kevyn (who’s about fifteen years younger than me) was only one of a few dudes whose fellow masculine,“alpha male” type demeanor, his willingness to “go with the flow” in bed, and who readily (most thankfully) reciprocated any sex act I did to him – to say nothing of his excellent personal hygiene practices, was on my list of favorite fuck-buddies.
I have always held (and still hold) a strong physical and sexual attraction to Kevyn. He is very good-looking, has a beautiful body (at least his is my preferred body type – the kind which I unapologetically reflect in many of the images I post on Masculine Perspectives), and always smelled good. Guys like Kevyn have always had a unique sexual effect on me; the telltale signs being my rock-hard erection and strings of precum leaking out of my cock whenever he’d text or call asking whether he could come over. Though I might be tired as fuck (as I was last night from my recent trip home and the weekend), it was always difficult for me to say “no” to him; something which goes back several years when we first started our fuck-buddy relationship. And, as tired as I was last night, I couldn’t say no to him. I can’t explain it, but my body always seems to find the energy to have sex.
Anyway, I said to Kevyn, “Sure, man; come on over.” Well, that cocky mutherfucker just knew I was going to say “yes” because before I could finish my sentence, he immediately said, “Already on my way. See you in ten!” I hung up then went to my bedroom to remove the comforter and throw pillows from the bed. Next, from the nightstand I took out the half empty box of condoms – checking the expiration date, then took out the lube and cock rings and placed all of that on top. I took out my 7-inch lifelike dildo, too – though rarely do I use my dildo when having sex. However, since I bought it several months ago, I wanted to show it off to Kev.
[S/N: My dildo (pictured) is strictly for my personal pleasure when I’m exceptionally horny and the “real thing”– like Kev’s dick for example, isn’t available to satisfy my needs.]
I had showered several hours earlier so I was ready… ass-wise, for sex. Based on my many previous sexual experiences with Kevyn, I figured (and found that I had figured correctly) that he’d be ready…ass-wise, too. We both are very much into eating ass (aka anilingus) and that’s always a good thing! The moment Kevyn walked in my place we kissed and caressed each other like we were old lovers before pulling away to go sit in the living room and chat for a bit. We enjoyed a couple of glasses of white wine before Kevyn leaned over to kiss me and begin making out. He pulled off my robe to find me already naked underneath….dick hard, leaking precum. He leaned down to lick the precum from my dick before putting his lips around the head then went on to swallow the entire shaft, sucking my dick for all its worth. Feeling like I was about to cum, I gently push Kevyn’s head off my dick so I could pull off his shirt, jeans (he wasn’t wearing underwear), and socks. I took one of Kev’s beautiful sweat-moist feet in my hand to massage and suck on his toes. I don’t have a foot fetish but am a sucker, so to speak, for attractive guys who have (what I perceive), are nice, well-pedicured feet. As I reached up to begin sucking Kevyn’s dick, he grabbed my hand, saying “Let’s take this to bed.” (You can use your imagination regarding what happened next.)
Roughly three hours later, after the great sex, Kevyn goes to the bathroom to wash his dick and balls. He shouts out to me (who’s busy drafting this blog article) in the bedroom, “Hey man… I hate to play “hit it and run” but I gotta get back to my brother’s place. I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon.”
Geez. Late-night booty calls, particularly those held the day before the work week starts, can be something else. I’m usually off work on most Mondays and had hoped Kevyn would stay with me until morning. Fuck how I miss spending mornings with him. We’d always have some very hot sex in the morning, often started by whichever one of us had woken up first and began doing something sexual – and sexy – to the other as he slept. Oh, yeah…morning sex can often be the best sex! Oh well; so much for me getting any of that from him this time around. *sigh*
Kevyn just left here a few minutes ago. It’s now 4:21 am on this second Monday of the new year. I should be tired but… I’m not! I’m fuckin’ horny again! After I close and publish this article, I’m going back to bed and jack off before I go to sleep. I’ll lay my naked ass in the cum-damp spot on my bed, among the many blond pubic hairs Kevyn left behind on the sheets. As I jack off, I’ll repeatedly sniff the same pillow I propped under Kevyn’s ass so that I could better eat and fuck that tight, hairy hole of his. The odor of man-funk – that is, the combined male pheromones from our armpits, scrotums, ass funk, and the cum odor from both Kev’s body and mine own still linger in my bedroom. All those funky odors serve as an aphrodisiac and certainly must be the cause for why I’m horny. Fuck, how I wish Kevyn were back here...now.
Listen to me carry on. I may need to chill a bit with these late-night weekend fuck-buddy booty calls.