Not A Banner Day

So last night, a regular guy I fuck around with texted me that he had something set up for the three of us to play this morning around ten.  This morning comes, my guy gets me excited by sending me pics of this guy who wants to get fucked, pissed on, etc.  I'm pretty excited, I put on my cock ring and head out the door.  I ran some errands near this dude's place as he was supposed to text me when the fucktoy was on his way over.  [I love going to the filling station and the bank with my cock ring on.]

Well, 10 came and went, now it's close to 11 and I get a text saying the guy was a flake.  [I almost want to post his pics here since he's such a douche.]  Well, I was ready to go with nowhere TO go.  I had wasted precious planning time.  I go home, hop on BBRT and after a few nice candidates, One hot number had me ready to run across town.  He was 28, total bottom, smooth, great ass, and was already playing with another top.  Perfect!  ....

Sadly no, his last email said he was parTying.  Fuck!  I wasn't in the mood today to just get nasty with someone who's lost all sense of reality with a loose hole.  Today, I wanted someone who was actually going to be there with me.  Someone who can actually get hard.  So, I had to politely decline, but take a rain check, of course. {I actually dig chems sometimes myself - just not today.}


I finally find someone who looked interesting:  30 years old, slim, just the right amount of hair. He actually fired up his cam, and he looked alert and, more importantly, like his picture.  So I get his info, and 20 mins later I'm there.  First fucking thing out of his mouth when we go into his bedroom, is do you want to "parTy".  Goddamn. Why the hell didn't I ask before coming?!?

I certainly wasn't going to leave now.  He put some lousy porn on.  His apartment had really bad air conditioning.  I must have been 90 degrees in his room.  I ate his ass (which seemed thankfully clean) out for a couple of minutes before shoving it in.  My experience with tweakers is that they love to get fucked, and that they can take more cock than usual when high.  NOT SO this time.

This guy could barely take me (and I'm not that big compared to some monster cock I could have had), so I tried my best to alternate between shallow and deep strokes.  I fucked him doggy, on his side, on his back, bent over his headboard, him on top, standing up - no matter how we did it, I could rarely bottom out.  We must have fucked for 30 minutes, and I wasn't even close to blowing my wad.  Even with him begging me to breed him.  But he was just a dead fish.  Something about his disjointedness combined the the extreme heat and his inexperienced (but tight!) hole wasn't working for me.  So I went back to eating his ass while stroking it, I planned to still cum in ass but I needed some help.  Sweating like a pig, I couldn't blow.  I tried everything.  Finally I gave up, ate his ass some more, and left.  This was not my most successful day.  Although, I can't complain too much, I did get to fuck and eat ass.

It could have been worse.