Rule Number 5

One of my regulars at work frequently says to me "You remember Rule #5, right? Always do something that will lead to a good story."

Well, that is how I am approaching one of my encounters from last week.

I wanted to have someone come and fuck me so bad. J and I had been hot and heavy about it all week. I posted a CL ad, and got a handful of decent responses. But no one was available the night I wanted!! Finally, I emailed my last good response, B. He said he could do it.

Here was his email:
"Hey, this sounds like some fun potential. I like that you squirt and can come a lot, very hot :) This confidence and sensuality is very attractive. And you sound really sexy. I think we could have some really hot fun. I'm very confident in my talents and sexuality. It has been the most successful aspects of my relationships.
I hope I'm what you are looking for. I'm an arts student and athlete, writer/chef/caterer/bartender, very giving virgo ;) about 6' 145, and as of this week, I have papers to prove it, completely clean on all STI tests. This is very important to me, because I love to maintain my excellent hygiene, and I also love sloppy wet sex. And more sex in the shower. I've been exploring my dominant side, and I am very proud of the instincts that come out in this experiences. I love to pull hair, bite, choke, throw you around...
I am also very respectful and intimate; someone that you would enjoy talking with before and after sex :) I'm really just seeking a great friend that can explore these sexual activities, I'll be leaving for overseas volunteer work soon anyway, so I can't start a relationship.
Hope to hear from you"

This was someone that I had emailed with before. He was supposed to participate in a gangbang I had been planning for J's birthday in November (which never happened for different reasons), and had also messaged me on OKC. I thought he was attractive enough, and seemingly very intelligent. I felt comfortable just inviting him over and going for it. And remember, I wanted to get fucked so very badly. 

At 9:40pm he finally arrived to our apartment. The first thing I noticed was that his energy was a bit off from what I had been anticipating, and he also wasn't quite as cute as he had seemed from his photos. I made the snap decision, however, that I just really wanted a good fucking, and if his email was true, I would get one. We chatted for a few minutes before starting to play.

There were several points I could have stopped. The moment I opened my front door. A few minutes after starting to play. When he started kissing me and my neck and intentionally kept biting my ear lobes. I continued because of what I wanted, hoping that I would get it. Remember Rule #5. I was now operating under Rule #5.

We went into the bedroom, and I started to go down on him. We switched and he went down on me for a while. He made me cum several times, and that felt pretty awesome. We had left the bedroom door open because J was due home soon and I wanted J to walk in and hear and see me getting fucked. B attempted some D/S stuff. He spanked me once, pulled my hair a bit. That was the extent of it.

B put on a condom and started penetrating me. I could tell it wasn't working for him; he just didn't seem that into it. J got home shortly after and, all smiles, looked in and said hello. I get so absolutely turned on having J walk in on me. I love it. But J could also tell, after a little while, that B and I weren't gelling. It was then that J stopped being turned on by the situation.

B ended up masturbating over me, telling me to suck and bite his nipples. He laid on the bed and asked me to finger him while he masturbated. At one point, I needed to pee and he mumbled "Well that's just not fair," referring to the fact that I had cum a ton and he hadn't yet. It was then that I made the decision to take up the challenge of getting him off and out of our apartment. I wanted him gone. My other choice would have been to say "This isn't working or what I wanted. Please leave." But I didn't. Rule #5.

B finally came, while I fingered him and he rubbed his cock. I think his whole masturbation session took up the majority of the time he was over. Afterwards, he talked to J a little, and when he was getting ready to leave said to me, "I'm glad I was able to do this for you. I know, I just have really strong hands and a lot of experience." Both J and I almost cracked up and lost it. We both held it together until he left.

This was his text that he sent the next day:

"Hey, hope you slept as well as I did ;) that was heaps fun last night. It was a really healthy and pleasant experience for me. Great energy around you two and your home. I'll hope to enjoy your company again, but I'll always be proud of accomplishing for you what I did :) It would be so hot, if you could get off while standing, because you could squirt on my face and in my mouth."

Haha, yeah right. Proud of accomplishing what you did for me?! This guy needs a reality check. You know Dan Savage's advice- leave people better than you found them? I am considering emailing B and giving him some honest feedback. How else will he become a better lover?

Rule #5: I tried it. I wanted to get fucked. It wasn't that great. But sometimes that happens. Stay posted for my next post, which will be much, much more exciting ;-)