I FINALLY HAD SEX!! #WOOO #YAYYY

a double bed.

So I finally had sex. In fact a lot’s happened since my last post, I had two more dates, both the guys where nothing like their photos, which was really disappointing. However Reece –the guy I had sex with- was really nice.

He’s a 27 year old primary school teacher; tall, with dark hair and a very handsome face, that holds two large button eyes. He has his own house (useful) and car (again useful). We went on a date just to see if there was sexual attraction and there was.

We spoke a little on via SMS and both agreed we’d like to see each other again. Reece said he wasn’t fussed if we didn’t do anything, I thanked him as I was nervous, but secretly I was hoping we could.

I arrived at his and we sat and drank (alcohol). First we watched Hocus Pocus, then Drag Me to Hell, and finally some episodes of Family Guy. We had great banter, but literally nothing sexual at all. I was hoping the wine or vodka would kick in and give me some false confidence, but nothing.

As the night went on we moved into his bedroom and proceeded to watch Family Guy, by this point I’d been there a fair few hours and we hadn’t touched once. We sat like two long sardines in the bed. He had his side, I had mine.

I changed in to my pyjamas, a baggy top and boxers, and he took his que and did the same – just boxers. I even looked away when he changed, timid or what? Now we lay next to each other like two barely-dressed sardines, still nothing.

It was actually getting a little awkward and I missed Ryan’s aggressive advances, at least then things could have got going.

He then turned off the T.V and light, now in the dark he said the obvious “This is awkward” followed by a half laugh, I can’t even remember my response. “We can at least spoon?” He continued as he started to big-spooned around me, I however faced him, hoping that a few close glances would be enough to kick things off. It didn’t even take that.

He leant in, now resting on one elbow he was hovering over me “You’re so fit. Sorry I know said it before, but you really are.”  He followed that by going in for the kiss.

I embraced him, wrapping my arms around him; it was a great kiss – no tongue. I decided after the horrific Ryan incident I will avoid all tongue.

“I have one rule. I don’t use tongue in these situations” I thought I’d rather be up front, rather than wait to see if he was saliva monster.

“That’s fine” he said, although he tried a few times.

Things were moving at a very quick pace. Within seconds he removed his boxers, I found his dick awkward, in the dark I couldn’t tell if he was cut or un-cut, and when I grabbed it I couldn’t tell where was the best place to start tugging from. So rather than risk a bad hand-job (nothing worse) I opted to use my mouth, – like I said before, one of my specialties.

Within seconds I had him, he loved it, moaning, fixated on what I was doing, and every time I bashed his bell-end against the back of my throat he look up to the heavens – thanking them. After a while he chose to return the favour, he was alright, not the best blow job I had, but he competition was tough (that guy I mentioned in my other blog – my lover- his blowjobs were honestly amazing).

Before via SMS Reece told me he was a top and I could definitely tell. He was desperate to fuck me. His dick was hanging by my hole as we kissed in missionary, with the occasionally thrust, just so I knew he wanted in “You got lube and condoms?”  I asked.

“Yeah” he said panting, and he quickly opened a draw at the side of the bed. While he fiddled with the condom in the dark I lubed myself, pushing a finger in just so my body could get ready for him. We were soon back to kissing – still no tongue – and he was now using his own fingers on me, I usually hate this but with the kissing and wanking it felt nice.

He then asked me to turn on my front – doggy style. Not my favourite position but I knew it was good at getting things started. With my head buried low in his pillows, arse in the air he went in. It felt odd at first, it been a while since I’d been fucked but luckily he was a lot smaller than my ex (Reece wasn’t small in anyway, my ex was just well hung and thick).

I soon found the rhythm of it as I slowly lifted myself up in the dark, allowing him to kiss my back and neck, it was actually really hot, and the as I write this I’m actually giving myself a boner (I need a wank).  He then started getting heavier and faster, I needed to adjust to allow him to go harder, I leant forward on my arms (proper doggy style) and he went harder and harder, he was now leaning on the wall with his arms as he fucked me. I could of cummed if I tossed myself enough, but I was saving myself for missionary. He however wasn’t, after about five minutes (if that) he cummed – but I didn’t realise at the time.

Then things got funny, because he pulled out and turned me over, and started tugging at me fiercely, and sucking as if desperate to get the cum out. I recognised these as the signs of someone who just cummed (desperate for the other person to climax as well), but I thought to myself surely he hasn’t cummed already?

 His dick looked softer and I was trying to be coy by feeling if there was any cum in the end of the condom that was still on his dick. I grabbed the end of the condom it felt like there was, but I couldn’t believe it be over that soon.

“Have you cummed?” I had to ask, because there’s nothing worse than waiting for you sexual partner to cum once you have. After a guy has blown his load he just wants to either have a tea or sleep, not carry on wanking and sucking.

“Yeah” as he said the words I started to wank aggressively touching his body, still locking with his lips.

“I’m cumming” As soon as I finished he jumped off the bed looking relieved grabbing me tissues.

Once cleaned I big spooned him for the rest of the night, and after breakfast went home. It was a great night. The sex was short, but just having it after such a long time was amazing.

He’s a busy guy, always teaching, marking, and talking to parents, and as it took us so long to get things going, I guess he was just tired, not in the mood for long more complicated sex.

He is now my official fuck buddy (although his sex drive is a lot higher than my own, so he sees a few other guys).

We are meeting again, although I said this time I want to fuck in missionary, and he has to verbally tell me when he cums, because loud moans are not definitive enough for me – he agreed.

Will keep you updated, as still planning dates with other guys, one in particular is a complete heart throb.

Oh and Reece said he’d be up for 3/4/5somes…SO A LOT TO LOOK FORWARD TO.

A five pound first date that left me full of questions

Anxious me getting ready to leave
After a three-year absence I finally had my first face-to-face date.

He was: Ryan, a 22 year-old tele-salesman.

He had:  short blond hair gelled-up, with large dark eyes, a slim toned body that was well dressed and measuring in at around 5ft7.

I was nervous.

Ryan claimed he was looking for dates and more, maybe some fun, but with someone he knew- not NSA.

Before I start can I just say that leaving for this date had my whole family in a puzzle. I’m not really the guy with an active social life, so the idea of me meeting old college friends for a drink (not ready to tell them I’ve started dating) had them full of questions. I will need a solution for this in the future, perhaps I can join a figurative club or something. Anyways back to Ryan.

I was first to arrive at our meeting point, something that I try to avoid. So I had the awkward pleasure of seeing him walk towards me.

I have to say I was a little shocked. He was much more attractive in person. He had a slow confident walk, and met me with a weak handshake, no nerves detected.

Ryan actually asked me before we met what I was wearing to make sure we were on the same wavelength, which I thought was very practical and bold of him- he’s clearly a well versed dater. We both went for the smart-casual look.

We chose to go to a rather emptied place called La Rue, I did originally protest that I wanted to go to a Wheterspoons (the sort of the McDonald’s of the English Pub chains), but he was having none of it- he was etching for some class. But I find the hustle and bustle of a ‘spoons can somehow ease the pressure of the whole first date. Nonetheless La Rue it was.

In a small corner table with a coke by my side(I have no qualms about ordering a child’s drink on an adult date), underneath a low hanging light- that seemed more like the lights used in a James Bond integration- our date commenced.

The conversation flowed easily, we were soon debating the likes of Gaga, Perry and Minaj. I was actually really enjoying myself. There were none of those dreaded awkward silences.

I was worried about how was coming across as I’m a little unorthodox, I also kept accidentally swearing and I don’t think he used a foul word all night, it made me look tacky. He seemed fine with me though and laughed at all my jokes.

A bad topic 

We did hit a rather awkward bone of contention though.  We started talking about transgendered individuals.

Something you need to know about me:

Transgenderism is something very close to my heart. Not because I’m struggling with my gender identity – I love having a penis- but I did my dissertation on the social perception towards individuals who experiment with their gender. And made some great friends who are apart of these groups so now I’m very protective over them and others in the community.

However he had a rather dated opinion of it all. Starting sentences with “I don’t mind…” As if to suggest there is an issue, but don’t worry because he doesn’t mind, or that maybe he does mind, but just a little.

He went onto say that although he’s fine with it (so sweet) sometimes he finds some of the older “men in wigs” as he described them a little scary in gay nightclubs. Just to clarify we weren’t talking about Drag Queens that are instantly recognisable by their coined over-the-top look; we were talking about genuine people who wear a bit of make-up, heels,  a wig (most likely) and are probably struggling with their gender-expression.

To me these individuals have probably grown up battling with depression and suicidal thoughts daily. And when they stand by the bar, looking apparently unconvincing and ‘scary’ it’s actually a mark of true courage that takes a lot of strength. I see them as modern day heroes, and here I was sitting next to a guy who could just about bare them. So I was a little annoyed, but I kept that to myself.

The great escape

So to further add to my belief that he was a pro-dater he had fantastic technique of saying ‘let’s go’. When he had the chance he slipped in “I’m just going to use the toilet before we leave.” This was the perfect indication that he wanted to go. Not only did he get to check himself out in the mirror but he let me know that my time was up, without actually saying anything awkward to me.

Then things got a little weird‭.Well for me.

An strange goodbye 

As we left we walked straight towards his car,which was a good five minute walk. I was expecting a goodbye as we left the bar, but this guy took my right to his car. It was I who stopped a few feet from it, and awkwardly started the goodbye ceremony, which I think surprised him. Was he expecting me to get in his car and go back to his, without any discussion?  Or was I simply walking him to his car?

He knew I didn’t drive and said that he’d be happy to give me a lift back, which I thought was sweet, but I brought my bike. He then asked if I like to be dropped off at my bike as it was a good walk away, but i declined again.

I felt a little pressured to get in the car. Despite having a great date, we weren’t flirty at all, although he did state earlier that he was not good with the whole ‘public display of affection’, we spoke more like two  camp heteros.

Was he waiting to get me in the car to show me his darker side? Was there even a darker side to show? I was so confused.

On reflection though he might be saying that he’s looking for more than NSA but his user name on Grindr is a down arrow to indicate he’s a bottom and the fact I met him on Grindr… But surely he would say something like ‘want to come back to mine?’ Or was he saving that for the car too? I have no idea.

Anyway I hugged him goodbye, apologised for the awkward goodbye – it was awkward, he laughed and then he told me to text him when I got home.

But before I could on my walk back to my bike I received a text from Ryan saying that he had a great time and love to meet again soon, to walk me round a local lake that we spoke of and a drink after, which to me is edging on the romantic side of things. So we will see.

I already have another guy keen for a date tomorrow night, a well-built, handsome 6ft.4 South-Asian, but I’m not sure if I will be able to pull the wool over my family’s eyes again so soon.  And as I write this blog I got a text from an attractive rugby-type that I’ve been chatting to for a few days, who now has offered to pay the taxi ride to his tonight for a bit of wink-wink (he’s drunk) then drive me back tomorrow when he’s sober..I declined as I’m –in the nicest way- not fit for action and also he could be a murder or something. I need a first date drink before any action. So a lot to come I think.

As for today’s date, being new to the dating scene I’m not really sure what classifies a good date, as I don’t have much to compare it with. But we spoke none-stop, made each other laugh and 10 minutes after the first date, made plans for another.  So to me, all was well. But the whole car thing has me questioning his motives and if I can actually do this whole sex with strangers.  I just feel like I need to break in my NSA-boots in.

Oh and I brought one round of drinks, making it a £5 date.