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Sextravaganza! After such an eventful weekend, one might expect a rather calm week, but in this case, I'm afraid that would be a foolish expectation. Monday morning, I woke slightly damaged from Sunday night, but not so damaged as to justify my calling in with stomach problems. The truth of the matter was that I was horny and wanted to see if I could find any of my friends for a morning quickie. Alas, I had no luck on that front, even as I kept an eye out online and on cell phone for anyone I knew who might be interested throughout the day. The evening was pretty unremarkable, except for the fact that I learned that SoccerBoi has told his Mom about me. WHAT?! I was caught a bit off guard by this and wondered just what and how much he'd told her, but luckily, I think he's kept the details to a minimum, just letting her know that I'm a new "friend" (yeah, I think she knows I'm "that kind" of friend...apparently, they have a very honest relationship). I continued my search for someone to screw, but instead, found a friend who's leaving town because he's broken up with his boyfriend, with whom he came here for the purpose of living, and who needed some company. We went to BAR for pizza and beer. Well, I had beer; he had Scotch & soda. It was a good conversation; I wish we'd spent more time together while he was around, because I'll probably miss him when he's gone. Most of the gayboys just kind-of nod along as though they understand when I go off on something major and serious; Carl is smart enough to be able to debate me, to call me on my bullshit and to express a different and well-grounded point of view. At the end of our hanging out, I could tell he wanted to come home with me, ostensibly for smokes and sex, but I was having none of it. My excuse was that he had to be in New York in the morning, and my apartment was a wreck; we rescheduled further hanging out for Thursday night. Continued searching for fun when I got home yielded no results, so I just went to bed. Tuesday morning, I managed to be disciplined; I got my ass out of bed, went to the gym, and worked out hard. The whole day was infinitely better for it. I got to work early, I didn't feel the need to drink so much coffee, and ironically, I was not so fucking horny as I had been. Lifting weights is good for more than just your arms and chest, apparently. Admittedly, I might have worked a little too hard, as it was difficult for me to raise my hands to face level to shave without them shaking after I was done, but ultimately, I felt better for it. I must remember to keep working harder; it really is worth the time and trouble. Nothing earth-shattering happened during the day on Tuesday, but when I got home, I had messages waiting for me. Apparently, I'd promised to meet up with this guy for a date or a hookup or something, so I threw myself back together and drove up to Rocky Hill. It was an utter waste of time. The guy wanted to get fucked, which would have been all well and good if he'd actually been attractive. He wasn't, so I think I spent all of three minutes, at the max, trying to figure out some nice way to bow out, and then I bolted. I didn't run out of the place or anything; I'm not a coward freak or anything. I definitely did drive quickly home, though. I'd intended to hit Bar on Tuesday night, possibly to hang out with Bartender and see more of what his intentions were, but I decided to check my e-mail, which led to a lengthy IM'ed conversation with a friend, whom I called when I got tired of typing, and when we both realised we were horny as hell, but neither of us felt like taking any decisive action on that front, we ended up having phone sex and jerking off, which is totally not my thing, but sometimes, it works when there's nothing else. Slept. Overslept, actually. Wednesday morning, I didn't have time to get back to the gym (I hate doing it in the evenings, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do.), as I had to seriously jam to get to work on time at all. Once there, I fired up the instant messenger to see who of my friends was online, and lo and behold, there was one of the guys I'd been meaning to get together with for awhile and hadn't managed the scheduling, asking if he could come over and nail me. It was nearly lunchtime by this point, so I said hellyeah, locked the computer, walked home, and rode the biggest cock I've seen in a long time. Dude claims to be 8+ x 6, and I swear he's right; it's probably more like 9. After some kissing, he hit the deck and started sucking me, so I returned the favor, then we sixty-nined for awhile, so I could manage to get that whole monster down my throat. I figure not so many guys manage that, 'cause he was definitely expressing his appreciation as I sucked it down and buried my nose in his balls like I wanted more while he fucked my throat. After awhile of that, it was time for the main event. I lubed us both up, climbed on top of him and slowly guided that missile into my ass. It took a lot of relaxed concentration; the head alone came as something of a shock, but once I was used to that, I slid all the way down 'til he was completely inside me. Apparently not so many guys do that either; he was definitely impressed that I could take it so deep. Dude definitely knew what he was doing, too. He let me ride him for awhile, and then, when it was obvious to him the angle was getting to me a little bit, he rolled me onto my back, and we went at it missionary for awhile. It's been a very long time since I've been that well-fucked. When I came, I kinda freaked out and made him pull out, so he just jerked off on me, but I think, though it didn't last all THAT long, and we each only got off once, that it was definitely worthwhile for him, so it was cool. We talked for a bit, then he took off. I hit the shower and headed back to work, knowing very well I had to leave right at 5 to make my next appointment. More sex? Hell, yeah! Like the song says, "I just can't get enough." I drove up to West Hartford to meet this dude where he works. He's like 30, my height, decent body, pretty athletic, nice cock, though I had him beat by at least an inch (which according to his standards meant he was getting plowed), good face with pretty eyes, and a nice guy with a good attitude to boot. It turns out he likes it rough, though, which is cool by me, but you'd better be careful what you ask for, 'cause I'm full of surprises, and I can, in fact, hurt you. He closed up shop, since it was the end of the day, and we retired to the back-room, the stock-room, small place, concrete floor, couple of desks, shelves and merchandise everywhere, and he grabs my head and starts kissing me hard. This is the shit that happens in porn flicks that nobody thinks happens in real life, but trust me, it does. I quickly discovered the guy likes nipple play to the point of torture, which is definitely hot when I find someone who digs it. We played around a bit, pinching and biting and licking and even attaching clamps and pulling on them. After some oral action, I could tell the guy was hot to get fucked, so I turned him around and bent him over the desk and started in on him (after taking the appropriate precautions first, of course). He gasped and yelped a bit when I put the head in, so I asked if he was ok, but he just told me to give it all to him. It was the first time any guy has ever said that to me, and it'll probably be the last; I thought he was gonna go through the wall and back out into the showroom when I shoved it in. He screamed, but after a minute or so of me taking it easy on him, it was obvious he was loving every stroke, so I started just pounding him mercilessly, all the while talking trash to him, calling him my bitch, ordering him to tell me how much he liked my cock deep inside him. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back towards me as I fucked him as deep and fast and hard as I could. He didn't last very long like that before announcing that he was cumming and standing bolt upright, which kinda knocked me out of his ass, so I just stood there and shot a load into the condom. I thought he was gonna fall over for a few minutes after we were done. We got cleaned up, chatted a little more, and took off. I drove home, showered, had a drink, and lounged around watching TV in my PJs. Both of them were fun, but I think I have some regrets, so I don't think I'll see either of those guys again. r
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