Huntsville, Pt 3
Feb. 17th, 2013 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryBert fucked me in the morning. He wouldn't have cared, and might even have been turned on, but thankfully the sex gods were smiling on me and I was clean as a whistle. A young man I'd been chatting with all weekend long on Grindr, name of Charlie, wanted to come over. Bert already knew him - he'd been a strict bottom, bug chaser years ago. Even went to Southern Decadence, toothbrushed up the inside of his ass to make himself more susceptible. Now that he got it, he was a top, and had brought a boy over to tag team with Bert a long time ago. Bert said he probably wouldn't join in. Charlie was home jacking off, and wanted to edge more before coming over....ok? Why not just fuck longer? Charlie, if you hadn't guessed, is an odd bird. When he finally did get there, he was very cute, if very flabby. I guess he used to be even bigger, so now had both chub and a bunch of extra skin. We fucked for a while. I was a little frustrated that he lacked any kind of direction, and even when I was riding him his dick kept falling out. He kind of sort of wanted me to top him, but I'm not sure I could have gotten in.
We went to lunch after, at a place called Mellow Mushroom. It's a pizza chain, but they have tofu, tempeh, and Daiya cheese at no extra cost. Charlie (who went vegan 3 months ago) and I split one, and Bert got a meat pizza. Bert doesn't like bread, though this was the second pizza he'd gotten over the weekend, and would get increasingly cantankerous and rambling throughout the day. I really can't even begin to guess about the motivations behind this. Maybe he was hoping I wouldn't like Charlie, as he predicted, or maybe he was upset that I was leaving, or maybe he's just old. Bert and Charlie split the bill, which I guess came out about to Charlie paying for his own.
Back home, Bert rambled about Charlie - how he's a sweet kid, just...a honey, but he's doing everything wrong, and momma doesn't know, and he's doing everything wrong but just....a honey, etc. etc. etc. Then he started talking about other boys he'd fucked, and about his heyday of sexual prowess. The other boys had started fucking at 12 or sooner, Bert used to be able to fuck 5x/day, 3 times in a row without stopping. He mostly just told the same story about a boy he used to fuck. For an hour he repeated the same details verbatim. He got frustrated once, because he'd initially said the boy went after older guys, then later said the older guys went after him and he didn't consider himself victimized. It's a minor difference, but at least keep your story straight. He rambled on more about his prior tricks and how they were "just....beautiful," and finally took me to the airport.
The flight to Dallas was uneventful - I played video games on board, and we got in early. There was actually a guy cruising on Grindr there, and but he was pretty hesitant, wanted to bottom, and wanted me to cum. After being fucked all weekend long and not cumming, lord knows I could have cum for him, but I would have been disgusted. Also, being so nervous about being in an airport, I would have cum in a half a second. Just as he was about to reach the bathroom I'd reserved, I heard my flight mentioned. It turns out it was the intercom telling me we were delayed, but I'd already sent him away.
I messaged Dale that the flight was going to be delayed, tried to sleep on the plane, but nothing doing. My flight was supposed to get in at 9:55, and was an hour late. Dale was circling, so we dropped him off while chatting about the weekend. I guess he knows Dwayne, the gent I'd fucked before leaving, and is mildly uncomfortable with me doing so. Not because he's jealous, mind you, but because he knows Dwayne and they have a mild competitive streak between them. Can't help you with that.
I had maybe been supposed to meet some drag queens at Mo's, but it was 11:45 by the time I got home, and even though I was still wound up, I could feel exhaustion looming. Tim had been online the day before. I'm not sure how long I expected him to stay off, but then again, I don't know why he was staying offline, either. I'm not going to flatter myself into thinking it was for me, because we've gone through tons before and he's never let it interfere with his sex life. I jacked off - a surprisingly poor shot, given that I'd basically been edging all weekend long, and the whole weight of the weekend crashed down on me. Slept.
We went to lunch after, at a place called Mellow Mushroom. It's a pizza chain, but they have tofu, tempeh, and Daiya cheese at no extra cost. Charlie (who went vegan 3 months ago) and I split one, and Bert got a meat pizza. Bert doesn't like bread, though this was the second pizza he'd gotten over the weekend, and would get increasingly cantankerous and rambling throughout the day. I really can't even begin to guess about the motivations behind this. Maybe he was hoping I wouldn't like Charlie, as he predicted, or maybe he was upset that I was leaving, or maybe he's just old. Bert and Charlie split the bill, which I guess came out about to Charlie paying for his own.
Back home, Bert rambled about Charlie - how he's a sweet kid, just...a honey, but he's doing everything wrong, and momma doesn't know, and he's doing everything wrong but just....a honey, etc. etc. etc. Then he started talking about other boys he'd fucked, and about his heyday of sexual prowess. The other boys had started fucking at 12 or sooner, Bert used to be able to fuck 5x/day, 3 times in a row without stopping. He mostly just told the same story about a boy he used to fuck. For an hour he repeated the same details verbatim. He got frustrated once, because he'd initially said the boy went after older guys, then later said the older guys went after him and he didn't consider himself victimized. It's a minor difference, but at least keep your story straight. He rambled on more about his prior tricks and how they were "just....beautiful," and finally took me to the airport.
The flight to Dallas was uneventful - I played video games on board, and we got in early. There was actually a guy cruising on Grindr there, and but he was pretty hesitant, wanted to bottom, and wanted me to cum. After being fucked all weekend long and not cumming, lord knows I could have cum for him, but I would have been disgusted. Also, being so nervous about being in an airport, I would have cum in a half a second. Just as he was about to reach the bathroom I'd reserved, I heard my flight mentioned. It turns out it was the intercom telling me we were delayed, but I'd already sent him away.
I messaged Dale that the flight was going to be delayed, tried to sleep on the plane, but nothing doing. My flight was supposed to get in at 9:55, and was an hour late. Dale was circling, so we dropped him off while chatting about the weekend. I guess he knows Dwayne, the gent I'd fucked before leaving, and is mildly uncomfortable with me doing so. Not because he's jealous, mind you, but because he knows Dwayne and they have a mild competitive streak between them. Can't help you with that.
I had maybe been supposed to meet some drag queens at Mo's, but it was 11:45 by the time I got home, and even though I was still wound up, I could feel exhaustion looming. Tim had been online the day before. I'm not sure how long I expected him to stay off, but then again, I don't know why he was staying offline, either. I'm not going to flatter myself into thinking it was for me, because we've gone through tons before and he's never let it interfere with his sex life. I jacked off - a surprisingly poor shot, given that I'd basically been edging all weekend long, and the whole weight of the weekend crashed down on me. Slept.
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