Back Up

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I've been denying myself lately.  I haven't had an orgasm in a week.  To say that I am backed up is an understatement.

It all started yesterday when I got home from work and began my two hour self love fest.  I popped in a DVD porno (which wasn't that great) and kept masturbating until I almost exploded.  Some call this edging.

But when you have a nice build up like I do, you don't want to spend it by yourself.  It's something that you want to share with someone and make them go--Oh my goodness!  But not just anyone.  Someone who you think is super sexy.  Someone that you know is going to make you have one of those hard orgasms.

Who was I going to call?  As many sexual encounters as I've had--I am not one to keep a little black book.  But I did have one person in mind.  I vowed to never call him, but he would be the perfect person for the mood I was in.  The Ice Cream Man.  That short massive brother of chiseled chest and rock hard body.  I found his number and gave him a call.  We talked for about 15 minutes and had a great conversation, but he wouldn't be able to come over.  Sigh.

I started thinking to myself.  And I remembered, it was Wednesday night.  Wednesday night some refer to as "Welfare Night" at Man's Country, a Chicago bathhouse on 5015 N. Clark.  They call it Welfare Night because the rooms cost $12 instead of the usual $20.  In my current condition, Man's Country was looking pretty tempting.

It was getting late.  Before I went to the "country club" I would have to go to the gym.  It was a work out day.  So I hopped over to the gym and just as I stepped in my cellie started ringing.  It was a guy that I had spoken to earlier on adam4adam.  I didn't remember his name.  I just knew that he was a short, athletically built brotha who claimed to have a big dick.  He told me that he was in my neighborhood and we agreed to meet after I finished my work out.

I thought, This is great, now I won't have to trek my ass from the southside all the way to the northside to visit Man's Country.

About an hour later, me and SHORTY hooked up.  When I met him at my door I was a bit surprised.  Standin before me was a guy that I had sex with two years earlier. Hey, I said, why didn't you tell me it was you?  He responded, I just realized it was you when I came to your apartment.  We exchanged smiles.

Two years ago he and I hooked up about two times and had some pretty amazing sex.  But after a few unreturned telephone calls on his part, I simply gave up.  What happened to you?, I asked.  I guess we just lost touch, he said.  Funny how some people's mind works. How long has it been? he asked.  I told him two years.

We sat down in my apartment.  I was happy to see him.  But at the same time, I had a little problem I needed to release, so I was more than ready to save the small talk for after sex banter.

We took our clothes off, and he insisted on turning me over and eating my ass immediately.  I was a bit grossed out.  We didn't even rub each other's bodies and he was already sucking on my licorice.  And of course afterwards, he wanted to kiss me.

No way.  I simply avoided his kisses.

He kept hinting that he wanted to fuck me, so I put a condom on his long dick.  He kept staring at me the whole time.  Smiling.  But when I would ask him what he was thinking about, he just told me that he had a lot of stuff on his mind.  I didn't push him.  I just kept playing with his body and licking on his chest.

But unfortunately, when he went to go inside of me, he went soft.  He kept trying to get his dick hard, but it wasn't working.

My ass was all lubed up and ready to go, and then he did something that grossed me out.  He started eating my ass again.  This made my stomach turn.  But hey, whatever floated his boat.  I threw a few moans in there to spice it up. 

But then, to my surprise, he stopped eating my ass and said, I can't do this.  I'm still in love with my ex.  I miss my shorty.

What?  Back up! I thought.  While eating my ass, did he just say that he couldn't have sex with me because he missed his ex?  Here I was, on my back with my legs up in the air with a week's worth of power potion backed up in my body, and this fool is talking about his ex.

I backed up, and replayed what he said in my mind.  I got up and washed my hands.  I'm sorry, he said.  I put a smile on my face and told him there was no need to apologize.  I just wanted him to leave.  He started putting on his fur lined denim jeans and sat next to me on my sofa and said, I don't know.  I guess I just can't have meaningless sex anymore. I guess it will be another two years before we get together again, he said.

I looked at him and said, No, I don't think that will be happening ever again.  And when he put on his clothes, I escorted him to the door.

The pressure in my loins was intense.  And now it was too late to go to the bathhouse and get the discounted room.  My entire evening was wasted.  Because he had to back up and think about his ex, I was sitting in my apartment.  Backed up.

Comments

[Quentin Ergane]

... maybe I should attempt edging. I am one of those folks who gets hard and cums like five times and then stays hard and has to will my sucker down. When I feel it coming, I let it flow because I know there is more where that came from.

When I was a young faggot, I had a friend who jerked of so much he came semen... I know because I fucked him pretty often. Anyway, I tried it and it never happened... but my dick swelled from jerking it so much and although little material came out, it felt SO GOOD when I orgasmed.

Sorry about that little fucker. You know, that was not the time or the place. He should have told you why he stopped returning your calls. And he should not have tried to get with you if he wasn't over his ex.

I mean... who *does* that?

[thatguyheath]

OMG, why would he pick that time to dump his baggage? Right in the middle of rimming you--no less.
Man, I was just like you a week ago, I had some serious back up going and it seemed like all the guys that I would normally call to hookup with were unavailable. But I agree, a large back up should never, EVER be spent on ourselves.

[Huff]

I guess this latest story just proves, once again, that people are out of their friggin minds these days. Never mind FBD, maybe now just focus on finding someone that's sane.

[Tim]

WOW.