Cant All Be Great Fucks

Before I started this blog, I looked a several gay sex blogs out in the blogosphere to get an idea of what makes one blog better than another. Eventually, I came up with several characteristics that I feel makes the difference between a good sex blog and a GREAT Sex blog. However, the main characteristic was "truth". I think readers can generally tell  if what you write is "real", as in "it really happened like that" or if the author "made it up". Obviously, there has to be some omissions, name changes and slight distortions to maintain annonimity, but by and large, I have made the commitment "keeping it real".

So... keeping it real.... I have to say that last night's hookup in Phoenix was less than great. I am sure that many of you can relate to meeting a guy on-line, make arrangements to fuck, the guy show up and at the very moment he walks in the door you just know that it is not going to go well. I have written before about "Chemistry"... it truly is a big deal for me.

Everything went well with the setup... got online at about 7:00... this guy, I will call him "Smoky" starts chatting me up by about 7:10. By 7:30 all of the details (where, when, and bareback) were agreed upon and I was off Manhunt by 7:40.

At 10:00 PM Smoky is at the door. Like I said before, as soon as I opened the door I knew that this was going to be a struggle for me. Now just to be clear... Smoky is a good looking guy... 6'1" Blond, Blue, Average build. His profile said 38yo, but from the way his ass cheeks sagged I would put him closer to 48. Like many guys, his face can pull-off the lie, but I think a man's ass almost always "tells no lies".

I could tell right away that this was going to be a struggle for me because as soon as he walked in I could smell the cig smoke on him. Again.... keeping it real.... I know it is MY hang-up, but I just don't enjoy sex with smokers. I find the smell of smoke distracting and then next thing you know, my cock is less than hard... or at least is not as hard as it should be. I have been able to get beyond my hang-up on a few occasions and had really good sex with a smoker, but those are rare.

Anyway, Smoky comes in and there is very little chit chat. He starts kissing me right off the bat. His smoking habit is confirmed! I thought about call it quits right then and there... but on all other accounts, Smoky is a really nice guy, so i went with it.

We got undressed and got down to business on the bed. One huge redeeming factor is that Smoky paid attention during our brief chat and picked up on the things that really make my hot and my dick hard (passionate kissing and nip working) He was instantly on my nips and was very much into body contact. This was a very good thing cause would need all of that to pull this off.

After about a good 10 minutes of "making out" I was reasonably hard. Not feeling confident about how long my hard-on would last, I wasted no time in getting Smoky lubed, on his back, and knees pushed to his chest. Just as I was about to push in, he stops me and say "let me take a hit of poppers... I will need poppers for a cock that think". Only slightly annoyed, I waited for him to take two long pulls on the popper bottle. As soon as he had the cap back on the bottle, I pushed all the way into him in one hard stroke.  

I stayed still for a moment to let him adjust to my size. He appeared to be really struggling with it, and I thought to myself... "Dude, I am not even fully hard". 

As he calmed down, I began fucking him with fast short strokes and tossing in a deep stroke about every 8th stroke. He seemed to like that . He asked if he could sit on it... but I said no to that as I was sure that I would lose what hard-on I did have. 

I soon moved him to the edge of the bed, put his legs back on my shoulders and and pumped him as hard and as fast as I could , trying to get him to cum before I went completely soft. Just when I was about to give up he said "Let me know when you are close so that I can cum with you"  I said, "Dude, I am there, let it go". Truthfully, I was not there... not even close. Within about another 10 strokes, he indeed let go and shot a huge load all over his stomach. I wish I could say that I stayed in him while he came but I was too soft by that point and I slipped out. 

I was genuinely glad that he seemed to have a good time. After he came, I laid next to him for a bit and he thanked me and said "I really needed that".  I said... "yeah, so did I"... Yeah, I lied. Well, that cant all be great fucks.