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Adam A's picture

the boyfriend is no more...we met after i had to wait for him for over an hour, he spoke on the phone and texted the entire time we were together, we drove an hour and a half to his house, i sucked his cock for 78km...no idea how many miles that is...it amounts to most of the way there...my whole mouth and surrounding areas was red. we got to his place, he loved the jockstrap, rimmed me, fucked me, came..then started talking shit about how he has to go to a friend's party but i'm welcome to stay in his place...i said no, he said he'll be back in the morning and we'll have our weekend like we were supposed to, i said no, so he took me to the train station and drove off. i didn't cum even once. there was no more trains...too late, i was stranded, busses, none, was about as close to crying as i've been anytime in recent months. was about to call my aunt who lives an hour away to drive up and get me...but i met someone i know and found one last bus. the person invited me to his farm for the night, i told him i'd rather get home...just as well coz he's like 50 and i found out today, he's gay...i would have been in for a night with him...anyway, i got on the bus...it's half past ten, turns out the bus stops everywhere...it took three hours to get to tel aviv, and another hour from there to where i live. five and a half hours of travelling for about half an hour of sex, no orgasm, my mouth looked (and indeed i both am and looked like) a busy whore. slept. following day, my little stalker calls me endlessly and sends me angry texts...the ukranian called, he wants to meet up again, says he's been looking foward to seeing me all week. my mouth is still sore....my jaw muscles literally hurt. anyway i agree of course, we meet and have a drink...i have half a litre of beer and a nice concentrated dose of midori to stomach what i know we're about to do. he says he's got condoms and lube...how nice for him. he takes me to the sex club. like jeff said...you get a key, you get a towel....in front of everyone you undress and put u'r clothes in the locker, you stick the towel around you...the towel is long for the fatties but very short...just in case you might not see something. lucky i'm drunk...the guys are all ugly. suprised by the ukrainian...he's got an amazing body, long and slender with a nice little sixpack....the boys were all checking him out....he was only interested in me...and wanted to flaunt that fact. we go in the showers...you have to...then we go into the jacoozi with about four other guys...they're all there alone...so they watch while the ukranian and i fuck right there in front of them...they look like they come there a lot. some asshole uses my towel by accident (or not i dont' know) so for the rest of the night i have a cold wet towel that was wipes all over some guy (he's lucky he was one of the very few good looking ones). anyway...back in the showers than into the foam....got everywhere and stung my eyes...but provided for cover and lubrication...didn't love it..but was ok...the ukranian is giving me the "fuck me" moves. anyway next in the showers again, he gets all soapped up like it'll help..place is full now...everyone "accidentally" rubbing up against one another and what not...porn on every tv screen...sex songs...lots of red light just in case you didn't absorb the atmosphere in enough. we go into a dark room...moaning and breathing resonating from the walls. we find a bed made of black leather inside a box on a second floor...we climb in and wipe the mattress down...seems clean enough. there is a tiny box for holding u'r key and "equipment" and rolls of tissue for obvious reasons. every few seconds someones lifts the curtain to have a look, supposedly to see if the bed is free...but then it was the same person several times so one would imagine he would get the point that it's in fact occupied. doesn't matter, not a single person in that club didn't see him and i fucking the jacoozi, in the foam or in the dress rooms....we chose to evade the saona coz it was hot as hell (the place is also literally underground to complete the metaphor). ironically upstairs there's a medical clinic. anyway...in our little black box there is only one light...a red light, i'm wearing only my necklace and he is wearing his little winner's smile. now we sort of came and went in and out of that and several other beds and did a few other things but i'll sum it up this way. we fucked...a lot...many times...over and over...every position, everything you can do...we did...he likes when you cum on him, i'm happy to serve that purpose. by the end of the night there was not the lightest amount of energy left in me...i was completely wet from sweat, humidity of the place (the whole black box was wet with condensation, dripping), and of course from the saona, jacoozi, foam and showers (you'd never guess the country is in desperate water shortage). i worked so hard my chest hurt...that pain started when i got one of the most powerful orgasms i've ever had...my brain literally exploded and i was hitting the walls of the box (to the pleasure of the couples to the sides and above us). we showered once more and very thoroughly, wrapped our now completely wet towels around us and went and dried off in the cold air...he enjoyed the effect on my nipples and let me know by sucking them. we went back to the dress rooms where it's all red lights and ultra violets...so that our underwear shine....well mine did anyway...as did my boots and my shirt...i wear lots of white lately. anyway...it was surreal...we go out and i was physically cleaner than when i had entered....exhausted could barely walk (we had a half hour's hike through the worst part of town ahead of us). but i looked really good and he looked dopey as usual....giving me a lecture on how awesome the sex was. only one thing disappointed him and that was that i refused to give him a golden shower...(for those not in the knowhow...he wanted me to piss on him). I'm not good at pissing while there's company around...i'm afraid of the stage you could say...plus i don't like the idea of pissing where i eat (he wanted me to piss on his cock obviously). he was actually suprised that i never "fantazised about being pissed on as a teenager"....is that suprising?? the thought of being pissed on never crossed my mind...not at any stage...except maybe when i got stung by this jellyfish and it like really stung....and even then i didn't.

anyway on the way home we ran into a couple of whores and dodged them by holding hands, dodged also a couple of little narco's and crazies...the usual you know...plus i'm built and he's really tall so we're not exactly the types to get fucked with (except for gangs...who would take us on...but we didn't run into any)...on the way i gave him a bried lesson on the city's various graffiti artists including my personal favourite: "klone" (he/she writes the letters backwards)...amazing artist that one is. and he gave me the same old stories he's already fucked my brain with when we first met...god he's a yacker....and the annoying type too the ones that go on completely irrelavent tangents that are even more boring than the original thread. anyway in the cab...it's about 4am by the way...we hold hands (no idea what the fuck for) and he gets off earlier than me and gives me a goodbye look. i say goodnight and that's that. on my way home along (another 20 minute walk..i like walking) it was raining and really cold and the city was full of drunks and homeless people...which i found strange for some reason. anyway...i go into a shop that's open and buy myself munchies coz i was starving from all that fucking. i get home and turn on the tv...i'm in my underwear with a glass of wine and munchies and the computer. he comes online (i blocked him so he can't see me) and types on his status "why why why" (not "why" like "why did you eat the cookie"..."why" as in the sound)...which intersted me so i unblocked and asked him if that was to do with the sex and he said of course and we talked a little while longer while i finished off my munchies and wine. buggerish thing though...i spilled the wine...all over my brand new fucking white underwear! do you know how hard it is to get red wine stains off white underwear? anyway being the awesome 50's housewife that i am i managed it...using immediate soaking...soaping and bleach....i just hope there wont be anything of it left now...but i'm pretty proud of myself for it just the same. and i replaced those whtie underwear with another new pair...which i will be using tonight on yet another boy...this time a half moroccan half yemenite...which in terms of chocolate would make him like a 70% cocoa....100% being black...actually better make that 85% then coz yemenites are really quite dark. he's going to some soccer game and after we'll meet or some shit. first of all though i'm going to take money out and i'm going to a gallery opening and pretend i'm civilized...it's just by coincidence too that the gallery is about a block away from the sex club. it's called paradise by the way....though again...with the red lights, the inside activity, being underground and the general atmosphere of the place i would have said that paradise is not exactly fitting....it's also one of those places that's accessible only through a nice tiny dark frightening little alleyway.
and yes i'm deliberately not talking about pat.

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ferrets's picture

i...........

know this may sound crazy to you, but maybe you should take a break from all the fucking.

ferrets

Adam A's picture

meow

maybe i would if i could

Nanook's picture

Why can't you stop

Why can't you stop fucking?

I've never fantasized about golden showers. The smell of concentrated urine makes me sick to my stomach.

ferrets's picture

this stalker,.............

he is the 'striaght' boy right.
you have to stop fucking for a few days, or you might run out of cum, just stay away from boys for a few days, and you could atleast fuck people you know, like the poor, sex starved boys of oasis, just as a sugggestion. ;)

ferrets with flame throwers

ferrets's picture

plus..............

geting pissed on, sorry but i would never want anything of the sort, unless i was a fox, being chased by dogs, and needed to throw of the scent, and even then it would be gross,

ferrets

Nanook's picture

Ferrets... are you a furry?

Ferrets... are you a furry?

ferrets's picture

not............

all over, but in some places

ferrets

Adam A's picture

meow

hey....what the fuck?
ferrets...i took u'r advice...i'm taking a night off fucking for the sake of fucking you...do you feel special??
and furry? hmm...i like furry

ferrets's picture

i feel...........

verry special, but will feel even more special when you make me cum

ferrets

Nanook's picture

-,- No. I'm not referring to

-,-
No. I'm not referring to "furry" as in body hair.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Furry

Read that. My ex-boyfriend is one.

Adam A's picture

meow

well making boys cum is my speciality mr ferrets so...we can make it happen ;)

jeff's picture

Well...

Making straight boys cum is your specialty, no?

---
"People who are happy are slugs... They do not move the human race forward."
-- Camille Paglia, on Oasis

ferrets's picture

ahhhhh,.............

i see, why yes i quiet often am.
just cause im gay dosnt mean adam cant make me cum, hopfully.

ferrets

ferrets's picture

but...............

i would never fulk with a animal, if thats what your getting at

ferrets with flamethrowers

Adam A's picture

meow

jeffy: if it as a penis i can make it cum! heheeheh

and ferrets: DON'T DISS!! BEASTIALITY'S GREAT! BEASTIALITY'S GREAT, STICK U'R PELLET IN A FERRET

ferrets's picture

for..........

one that dosnt even ryhm, and you can fuck with whatever you want, im just saying that i dont do it.

ferrets

Nanook's picture

Furries don't necessarily

Furries don't necessarily engage in bestiality. My ex-boyfriend never did. Nor his "ex-fiance". Or his other sexual partners (he's prettyyy promiscuous)

Adam A's picture

meow

i like the sound of him....send him to israel

Nanook's picture

He's big. But he's a fucking

He's big.
But he's a fucking jackass. He's inconsistent, he plays mind games and is selfish.

Nanook's picture

He's big. But he's a fucking

He's big.
But he's a fucking jackass. He's inconsistent, he plays mind games and is selfish.

Adam A's picture

meow

he's not more inconsistant than i am, nobody plays games like i do and selfish...huh, childs play! send him over!