Friday Blond

As I mentioned in my post from Saturday, I had a hot time on Friday night.

I made it over to the blond guy's place, a tiny, but nice apartment downtown. When he opened the door shirtless, I was happy to see that his pictures were not as good as the actual package. I love when that happens...especially because it rarely does.

So we just hung out a bit, talked and got to know each other. The plan was, if there was a connection, to chill out and see what happens. That connection was there, so I took off my shirt, joined him on the bed, talked and watched some tv. Well, it wasn't tv, per se, but some hot-ass porn. I think normally I would've found that tacky, but the vibe was so laxed that it was all cool. We did a couple lines of coke, which was fun.

I leaned over to kiss him, but didn't get much in return. I became self-conscious because it appeared as though he wasn't as into it as I was. Instead of pondering and second-guessing, I simply asked him. "Are you not into kissing?" He replied, "I am, but I like to work up to it." I made it very clear that kissing is by far the most important thing. After saying that, he leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss. A really great kiss that I hadn't experienced in a long time.


He rolled his hot-tight-ripped body on top of mine and began dry humping me. Still in our jeans, he rubbed my nipples while telling me how much he liked my chest. I've been hearing that a lot lately, which is nice...especially since I'm going to be on the beach this weekend (more about that later).

All in all the night consisted of making out and more making out. We jacked to some amazingly hot porn: muscles; twinks; bareback; leather; pig play. All good stuff. We each blew two loads, and never did end up bringing a bottom over. There was no fucking going on, just a lot of rubbing, kissing, spitting, a little role play - rough and soft - good ol' sucking and mild ass-play.


After spending 6 hours together, I was ready to go. I was actually ready to spend the night, but he had to be up early to catch a flight out of town, so I decided to head home. I also didn't want him to think I was as interested in seeing him again as I was. Then again, it seemed as though he felt the same way about me.

After getting up and having a long "goodbye," I was out the door. I was not but 10 feet away from his building, when my phone rang. It was him. "Hello?" "Hi - it's Todd. I just wanted to let you know that I had a really great time. Feel free to text or call me while I'm away." I said that I enjoyed myself as well and that he should call me if/when he wanted to as well.

We've sent messages back and forth a couple times, and are planning on hanging out sometime next week when we're both back in town.