fucking the potential roommate: new rules from a spontaneous combustion

woof!  i put an add up saying "looking for a summer roomate" and an hour ago 6'2" dark italian hunk of a clark kent black smokey hair with a five o'clock shadow completely straight-looking smoldering black-eyed and rather hawkish unbelievable good looks saunters through my door.  he looked like the kind of guy who would have been homecoming king, class president, and a star football player, but here in very classy dark-blue corporate drag, his eyes glistened like black onyx, and at my apartment standing at the door knocking for entrance.

not my typical type--a little too masculine (i'm a more tom welling or brandon routh than chris reeve kind of guy), a little too perfect--but not the kind i'd kick out of bed either.  and not the kind i expect to be a passive bitch--but there you have it.  (i met him on a dom/sub website where calling the "boy" bitch is a term of endearment.)  so i showed him the apartment, trying to ignore the electricity arcing between us occasionally.  that attraction is sometimes best ignored.  left to itself, it tends to intensify.  it's a bit like letting a good wine breathe.  even though you know you could just dive in, and you want to do just that, and even when you know the wine is ready, sometimes it's best to let everything be at play for a little while.  let the desire ferment.  you don't want to be a total whore and fuck the dude before you know his name.  at least not every time.

so we're standing at the door, my hand on the knob to open it for his exit, desire arcing between us, me leaning in to open the door, him leaning into exit, our eyes a little too much on each other, our lips leaning forward for the casual peck on the cheek goodbye, when instead they brush one set over and then onto the other.  exploring.  locking.  horny reader, are you hard yet?  well i'm not writing just to make you hot and erect.  there are some "teachable moments" here.

new rule for tops:  if you want tail you have to have the courage to mount!  maintain confidence under all circumstances.  dogs do it, so can you!  "normally at this point i'd be ripping your clothes off and raping you," i said, "but i know you need to get back to work, do you have time?"  a smile.  a yes.  and i'm leading him in front of me to the bedroom with my hand clamped around the back of his neck.    now i did not grow up fucking dudes this hot.  and my inner brat was screaming:  "he's way out of your league."  but fifteen years of going around the block in new york has taught me one thing about bottoms:  they are attracted to confidence like bees to clover.  and they want you to want them and have the courage to show it.  it's frequently what they lack.  if you're a top and you don't have confidence, manufuckingfacture it or you're out of the game.  grow some balls, and fill them with desire!  then stuff the bottom full of your desire-hardened cock!  it's a timeless formula.

new rule:  how to deal with bad breath.  he didn't have it.  i thought i might.  but this tip works either way.  i took out my packet of listerine breath mints and said "i think my breath may be funky, and you don't need one, but do you want one?"  of course he took one.  bad breath is always a turn-off.  i was with someone a few months ago who said "if you really care for the person, bad breath shouldn't matter."  bullshit.  bad breath is bad breath.  take responsibility for your own, and don't ignore it in another, because it can torpedo your fun and make the whole scene go down like the lusitania.  the trick to dealing with bad breath:  simply be kind about it.  listerine breath mints can be fun.  get to know them.  there's also drops and mints.  i try to avoid things with sugar because they can actually make your breath worse later on.

new rule for tops:  if your bottom is gagging it's time for a quick check-in.  don't assume anything.  some bottoms live to be gagged.  i fucking love those guys.  i plow into their faces with abandon and they gag and gag and gag before thrusting me away to gasp for air.  and then what do they do?  they dive back onto my cock as if their life would end without it.  now that's paradise for a top like me, and apparently for them as well.  there are even a few bottoms out there who like to be gagged to the point of throwing up.  not exactly my scene and the clean-up is a bitch.  i mention it to illustrate the blog's number one rule:  don't assume anything about another person sexually.  just because something doesn't appeal to you is not evidence that another won't love it.  so i pulled my bottom bitch's head off my cock by his hair and asked him:  "are you the kind of bottom who likes to be gagged or not?"  he said he loved it.  i pushed his head back onto my cock and thrust it deep into his face.

new rule for everyone:  give folks the freedom and opportunity to be complex!  people tend to like more than one dish at the smorgasbord of erotic adventures.  and loving carrots doesn't mean you can't love broccoli or spinach as well!  i love deepthroaters.  and i write about it and praise them.  but it doesn't mean i don't love other types of cocksuckers (read my first post about blogger adventures from 1/18/2010) or rimmers or tight asses just as much.    people frequently see that i'm into bondage or oral or flogging or whatever and they assume that we're not a match because they're into vanilla.  bullshit.  give people the freedom and the opportunity to be complex!  just because the leather daddy is flagging dark blue for fucking doesn't mean he wouldn't like your lips locked around his cock.  just because my man from today looked like a football star didn't mean he wasn't going to allow me to wrestle him to the mattress.  and i did!

the scene was a kind of wam-bam and it was over quickly.  i asked him how much time he had and he didn't have a lot.  so after fucking his face for a short while, i lifted his legs over my shoulders and fucked the cum out of him.  i wanted him to cum while i was fucking him because i wanted him to want to come back for more--and sure enough--the second assignation is tomorrow night.  i then flipped him over so i could get a good visual of his ass and blew all over his back.

new rule: fuck the golden rule

the golden rule is the biggest cock-blocker in history!  i don't mean that it's not a good idea to consider how your behavior effects others or how it would feel if you were in the other person's place.  it's just that jesus' new rule--"do unto others"--just doesn't work the same way in the bedroom.  what i want to do unto others is not what i want done unto me.  and that is perfectly okay.  it doesn't mean that i have something wrong with me psychologically or ethically.  it simply means that the choices i make at the smorgasbord of erotic opportunity are not the same choices others make.  people are different--thank god.  speaking of smorgasbords, some people are so "weird" that they eat big macs!  others eat live octopus (now that is disgusting!).  my point:  if there's something you'd like to do unto another, there's very likely a partner out there for you.  the golden rule assumes that everyone is just like little ole' me--and they aren't.  it's not just a simple matter of right and wrong.

it took me years to get over the golden rule and its pernicious sexual-fun-destroying proclivity.  from the time i was twelve, i wanted to be mounting the hottest boys in my class, and i didn't really want them after my ass.  (reciprocity has never really been my thing!)  the thought of fucking another guy was unthinkable, though, and not simply because i was in the closet.  it was unthinkable because i couldn't imagine anyone actually wanting to get fucked.  it took me years of sexual experience to really come to understand that there really are guys who just want to be penetrated.  some love it!  and there are even those who want to be taken and dominated, tied up, pissed on (and in), face-fucked and flogged, etc.  and make that a big ETC.  and there's an erotic logic to most if not all of this.

most of us, however, have internalized the logic of the gold rule, even if we weren't raised in a christian family.  it is the death-knell for erotic fun, however.  what one needs to consider--whether in the bedroom or fucking your way into the mile-high club--is not what you would want to have done to you, but what the other very real person tied up in front of you or kneeling in front of your raging hard-on or cruising you in chuch would actually like to have done unto him.  he's frequently very willing to tell you.  and then...mount and penetrate (or whatever you like to do) without guilt, horny reader!

beginners' guide: rule #2

rule #2:  no two penises are the same; they are as unique as a fingerprint.  and they respond to pleasuring in different ways as well.  keep this in mind as you go down--you are on a mission of discovery!

what you will generally find when you unzip is the penis, balls, pubic hair over the pubic bone--these parts are well known.  less discussed is the perineum, the area between the base of the balls and the anus.  the cock, balls, perineum, and anus are usually a darker color than the rest of the body--the skin is softer, thinner, and more sensitive.

the shaft of the penis begins just below the anus (at/under the perineum) and emerges just below the pubic bone.  it is important to remember that a good portion of the shaft of the penis is internal, yet as accessible to pleasure as the external shaft.

always remember rule #2, however, when you unzip:  you can't predict anything about pleasure based on appearance.  the color, shape, or size of a man's penis has nothing to do with how he responds to pleasure.

beginners' guide: rule #1

for the beginner:  cocksucking is a skill and an art, a skill that you can work at and master, an art that you can perfect.  the first thing to remember is that you are there to please your top, and what you are doing can bring him incredible pleasure, so tune in carefully to the messages you are getting from him and let his moans and gasps be your first and most important guide.  here are a few tips to help:

a man’s cock may become very hard, but it remains a delicate instrument.  always be careful with your teeth.  never bite or scrape the cock you are servicing; teeth never feel good.

the lips and tongue, saliva and warm breath are the primary sources of stimulation, but don’t forget your hands.  your top’s balls are very sensitive and respond to gentle tugging, caressing, and fondling--especially if they are shaved (something many men do to enhance the sensitivity of the skin there) and/or your hands are covered in saliva or lube.  other sensual areas include the skin between the ass and the balls, the area around the balls, the skin beneath the pubic hair (perfect for fingernails!), and the ass itself (a good place to put your thumb).  a good bottom’s tongue and hands get to know and explore all of these spaces. 

while you are down on cock, you can suck, blow, lick, and swallow.  if you can’t fit the entire penis into your mouth, you may grasp the remaining portion in your hand by making a circle with the thumb and fingers to simulate an orifice.  remember:  rule number one is to pay attention to the reaction you are getting from the top whose penis you are servicing.  your hand or hands can be exploring other areas of your top--his balls, his ass, and the space in-between.  if you are sucking on his balls or licking his ass, your hands can be stroking his cock.  some tops like you to place a finger gently on the anus.  you can also apply pressure to the area between ass and balls, massaging the shaft that can be felt there under the skin.

every man’s penis is different and has its own sensitive spots and preferred way of being handled.  i have watched the way hundreds of different men masturbate, and seldom have i seen two who do it the same way.  every penis is unique, and each responds differently to stimulation.  so listen to your top, the sounds and movements and groans and gasps he makes; these are the first and best clues you have to how well you are servicing.