I need to do something about my sex life. The last time I had good sex was more than six months ago, with UAM, and even the mediocre sex I've had since then has been sparse.
A couple of weeks ago I managed to get laid - I'd last had sex two months before, while my partner last had sex two days before. He was a lean, likeable 29 year old with a perfectly biteable ass. We were supposed to go out for a drink, but he asked me to come to his apartment instead and have a glass of wine. We did, and after we'd chatted for a bit he started ruffling my hair. I ran my fingers through his, and pretty soon we were wrestling in his bed.
I learn something from every new sexual partner and/or experience. There were a bunch of firsts here:
- First time I've been offered amyl (I declined).
- First time I've worn a condom.
- First time I've wilted before being able to buttfuck someone (damn it!).
- First time I've brought a guy to orgasm via fingering.
- First time I've had sex with a guy with long hair. His was shoulder-length, and while I didn't find it particularly attractive I did like grabbing a fistful of it while I kissed him.
- First time I've been accused of/praised for "tonguefucking". Apparently my kissing is... ardent.
He chastised me for being "unprepared", in that I hadn't douched. Perhaps he'd forgotten that I'd come straight from work, or perhaps he just had unrealistic expectations of office bathroom etiquette.
So I'm facing the fact that, really, I should have a douche I can use to keep myself nice, and a cock ring to keep myself hard when faced with frustratingly tight assholes. I don't want to be the sort of guy for whom these things matter, but it looks like I'm going to be forced to.
Then, just a couple of days later, I had more successful sex with someone else.
There was no need for fingering this time - we just had straight forward, old fashioned sex. I wore a condom, and thanks in large part to my partner's abilities I came in it.
Unfortunately I was concentrating so hard on, well, staying so hard that I couldn't just relax and enjoy it.
To be honest, it's a good thing that he was a bottom because he had the smallest penis I've ever encountered. It was the length of one of my fingers and only slightly thicker, and he didn't get hard very easily. I couldn't stroke him at all while we were having sex, simply because there wasn't enough to hold on to: the most I could do was to form a ring between my index finger and my thumb and apply it like a quoit at a ring toss.
But he was a nice, good-looking, sexy guy, and a very good kisser, soft and gentle and responsive. And it broke my run of first dates that go nowhere (this was our second date) and unsatisfying sex. It wasn't great sex, but at least we both came, and while his was a little arduous my coming following the standard Narrative of Sex (flirting, touching, kissing, caressing, licking, sucking, breaching, penetrating, fucking, coming... and feeling suddenly awkward and vulnerable).
For a sensual kinda guy, my various body parts aren't terribly sensitive. Nipple play doesn't do much more me. Neither does rimming (the closest I came to actually getting something out of it was with Mr Singular, but he's fairly spectacular at all things sex-related). Stcking your tounge in my ear isn't endearing or hot. If you want to make me moan, it's down to the genitals. It makes me feel so unsophisticated and base.
