Naveen - part 4

I don't know why but I always presumed that Asian men always had average size cocks. Maybe this belief was fuelled by the fact that you don not see many of them in mainstream gay porn? One of my earlier encounters (Felix) was Indian and his was average size. I had made the mistake of tarring all Indians with the same brush. How wrong could I have been as here I was face to face with an absolute beast of a knob attached to a guy from India.
It was quite slender which I was thankful for. At least I wouldn't get lockjaw.
I took a deep breathe and started my approach, first the tip and then slowly taking a bit more until I had about three quarters of his shaft in my mouth. Naveen let out a gasp as I increased the speed and a moan every time I went down to the base.
(Those of you impressed by me being able to reach the base, well what can I say...it was bloody awesome work by me)
I needed to stop for a breather so I let Naveen have a turn on me. He was very very good but I was itching to go down on him again. Wanting the best of both pleasures, we ended up in the 69 position. Having tried this before with previous encounters and it never really being that great, I was rather sceptical of trying it again. I needn't have been concerned. With Naveen it was pure toe curling ecstasy. My whole body was a mass of tingling sensations and I didn't want it to stop.
Eventually the word intercourse raised it's head. I grabbed a condom from the drawer and watched him as he rolled it onto his manhood.
I'm not a legs over the shoulders kind of guy, more of a on my side and front or on top. On this occasion I chose to turn onto my side. A splash of lube here and there and we were ready for action.
Naveen took aim and within seconds, the tip of his protected penis was inside me. I gasped and then shouted out "BLOODY HELL". He had made the mistake of thrusting before I was relaxed. Just how painful was it? It was bad. Needless to say, he withdrew straight away.
"Shit shit shit" I cried "that bloody hurt".
He couldn't apologise enough and was most distraught that he was the cause of this pain. I could see he had just been a little too eager and hadn't meant to hurt me, so I wiped away my tears and suggested he let me guide him in and guide him in I did. First the tip, followed by a couple of inches then another inch until, within a minute, we had full penetration.
"Now you can start thrusting" I laughed at him and so he did, slowly at first but gradually speeding up. I rolled onto my front with him still inside me, feeling quite pleased with myself for being able to achieve this.
The pleasure I was feeling took me back to my encounter with Tristram, only this time I was determined not not cry out like a banshee.
We changed positions again, this time with Naveen on his back and me riding him. I have to admit, this way is one of my favourite positions mainly due to the fact that I am the one in control. One can speed it up or slow it down whenever one pleases.
On this day, I was at full speed. So fast that if we had been wired up, I am sure there would have been enough electricity generated for several household appliances.
We were both about to reach planet orgasm so I detached myself from Naveen's penis and suggested he masturbate the rest of the way. As he did, I caressed his testicles ever so gently. With each caress he let out a moan. I kissed his chest, his neck and finally his lips, all the while his hand vigorously tossing away.
He screamed out with pure pleasure as I watched several eruptions of sperm shoot out onto his stomach, some landing closer to his chest. I took over to make sure he got every last drop out and then went down on him one last time.
After a minute or so, I stopped and looked at him.."my turn now" I said.
It didn't take long and before I knew it, there was more sperm on Naveen's body. Like him, I let out several moans with each wave of my orgasm. After the last tingle, we embraced and kissed, the produce of our hour of passion now joining forces.
It had ended perfectly.

We lay there for a few minutes basking in the afterglow. I turned to Naveen and suggested we take a bath. This we did and within half an hour we were both clean, fully dressed and ready to go. He was going to catch the bus back into Leeds so I said I would walk him to the bus stop.
Before we left, Naveen turned to me and said he really liked me and couldn't wait to see me again. We had one more kiss and then were on our way.

Tune in next week for the final part in this encounter. I'm off for a cold shower,so until next week, I bid thee farewell.

Happy Valentine's Day

It's that time of the year when lovers, young and old, like to show the world just how much they care for each other by sending cards, proposing marriage and buying red roses and assortments of a heart shaped nature. It's Valentine's Day!
For me it is yet another year without that special someone to celebrate this most romantic of days with. It nearly happened but, alas, it was not meant to be and we went our seperate ways. So close yet so far. Altogether now....sob sob, weep weep!

To cheer myself up, I have decided to do a special Valentine edition of my blog.

So who would I like as my Valentine? Read on and ye shall find out.

The famous stud muffin I would love to spend Valentine's Day with is American, sings for a living and even managed to win himself a Grammy last year. I speak of Mr Bruno Mars.

Hey Bruno..would you catch a grenade for me?

At 5'5", Mr Mars is the perfect height. Include his stunning looks, perfect

pearly whites, the most cheesiest of smiles and that ever so soulful singing voice of his and he is the perfect choice for me.

Born in Hawaii and coming from a musical family, it was inevitable that Bruno (not his real name by the way) would end up singing and performing for a living.

He's a mixture of Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley and a little bit of James Brown thrown in for good measure.

He is an absolute delight to listen to and when he dances, well all I can say is it tires me out just watching him..he's so energetic!

The guy is just so cool!

Grenade, Just the Way You Are and The Lazy Song are just three of his releases and each one brilliant. The dance version of Just the Way You Are is amazing.

I think Bruno Mars is going to be around for quite a while yet but if he wants to keep me as a fan then I suggest he makes his way over to the UK, catch a train to Leeds, taxi to my place and take me out for a Valentine supper. Who knows, if all goes well, we could be having a very lazy day the next day...though not too lazy thank you very much.

Until next time folks...Happy Valentine's Day!

Larry - part 2

Now where was I?..Oh yes, I was down to 2 potential dates.

I had reached the final 2 in 2 days so used the 3rd day to get to know them. The guys who made the cut were Larry and Boris (as in previous blog, not their real names). Messages were sent and received and all seemed to be going well. It was looking like I might actually be going on 2 dates, it was that hard to choose.
Little did I know that the decision was to be made for me!
Boris sent me a text asking for my mobile number. Even though things were going smoothly, swapping numbers was not on the agenda for me so I replied to him "I'd like to get to know you a little bit more before I swap numbers. Hope you understand".
His reply was as follows:
FUCK OFF YOU TIME WASTING BASTARD!!!

Well you can imagine my shock at that message? Needless to say..I did not contact him again.

This meant that Larry was the one I would proceed with.
So far he had told me a fair bit about himself. He was a librarian at the Leeds City Library, good looking , muscular build and sounded like my type of guy.
I was beginning to think that the way he was describing himself, he may be slightly out of my league.
Hate that there is this so called league but never the less..it exists!!!
We continued sending texts to each other over the course of a few days and then I received the text that should have sent me packing.
He wrote "there's something you need to know".
I asked him what was it?
He replied "I live at home with my Mother".

Now as he had told me he was only in his 20's, I just thought he hasn't got round to finding a place of his own yet and I did think it was rather sweet so I replied "that's ok".

Thinking that was the end of it, we continued to text each other. Then it got a little bit weird.
The latest text went along the lines off "I've told mother all about you and she thinks we should meet up".

I was beginning to think that maybe he was a mummy's boy but again, I let it drop.
Little did I realise just how much worse it was going to get.

Every message I received after that one, started with Mother and I. Things like Mother and I think you sound nice and Mother and I feel you should come for tea and I was talking to Mother and she suggests.
I was starting to freak out slightly.
Then one day, I received a text  which started the usual way. I couldn't reply to the text as I was working.
Two hours later, I received a second text which went something like this:

"Mother and I are very disappointed in you. We have opened up our hearts and welcomed you into our lives. We have shown nothing but affection for you, yet you have treated us in an appalling manner.
You have lost out on what was possibly the best thing ever to happen to you. I hope you're happy. Goodbye!"

This, just because I hadn't replied to a text message in the allocated time frame. This was my reply:

"Well I really don't know what all that was about.  Not that I owe you an explanation but if it's because I haven't replied to your previous message, I was at work and unable to.
All I can say is it's been fun. Thanks for the shits and giggles.
And one more thing...say hello to Mother for me!

He replied "FUCK OFF!"

I didn't reply.

Now you would have thought that was the end of it but it wasn't. I was really angry that I'd wasted all my time and energy on this guy and he'd turned out to be a dick and as I suspected, a mummy's boy.
I imagined a Norman Bates scenario. Him at home with his mobile saying look Mummy..another message from that guy I like. His Mother dead in an armchair in the corner of the room.
Anyway, I decided I would go to the library and confront him. I was sure that librarians wore name badges so would be able to pick him out.
The next day i marched into the library. There were 2 guys working and both were rather dishy. Maybe he had been telling the truth about his looks and maybe I should forgive him and try and start afresh.
They were both wearing name badges but neither of them were called Larry.
I decided to stay in the library a little while. It was lunchtime so maybe Larry was on lunch.
To be honest, I had quite a nice hour or so looking through all the books on cinema.
Still no sign of Larry so I decided enough was enough. I would call it a day and put it down to experience.

That was the end of it until a couple of years later.
I was at work one day when a young man, probably late 20's came into the shop I worked in. He was with an elderly lady. They both  did some browsing.  I didn't think anything of it until he came to the counter and uttered those immortal words "Mother and I were just wondering"
Like a bolt out of the blue it hit me. My heart sank and my legs turned to jelly. It took every ounce of strength for me not to fall.
Before me did not stand a good looking man, muscular build and all the good stuff that I had been told all those months ago. Here stood a man who had greasy hair, tobacco stained teeth, a weedy build, scruffy clothing and who had a most revolting smell. A mixture of  rotten tobacco and sweat that was a few days old.
Could this be Larry. Had I indeed had the most luckiest of escapes?
To this day, I cannot be sure he was Larry but what I can say is that the man who stood before me did mention he used to work in a library. Coinsidence??..I think not!!!

So my advice to anyone thinking of placing an ad in the paper to find true love is..Forget it!!!
There are some proper freaks out there.

Until next time. I bid thee all goodnight!!!