Check the Swag

Here's a bit o' trivia; the pic in my profile is now very outdated since I've been hitting the gym very hard, to the extent that I now have a 14" biceps, 42" chest and 31" waist (for you other gym-rats out there, you can do the math and see what's coming next). Since my lats and arms have gotten big, theypush out from each other, which means when I walk with my back straight I have two choices; let my arms flail around, or hold them tight which means they move with my torso. I chose the latter, and absolutely unintentionally have developed a distinct muscle-boy swagger which I never noticed...but others have. At my work, the first person to point it out was the Vietnamese woman who works in accounting. We flirt from time to time, and once I was walking down the hallway as she came at me from the opposite direction and immediately puffed out her chest and started walking like Popeye. I thought she was just trying to be cute. Then a couple of other GUYS started doing the same thing as I walked towards them, and so on. I finally got it, but I don't give a fuck. I just smile back (and wink).

Aaaanyway, why am I telling you this? Cuz I am pretty confident these days, which is really giving me a sense of euphoria at times, and this really spills over into my interaction with people. Unfortunately, this last week I hit a definite dry-spell in that there was just no boning to be had for "perfect storm" kinda reasons. One night I was online and finally did get hit up by this guy who was visiting from out of town. We exchanged pics, I gave him my number and he called:

Him: hey, I'm about 1/2 hour from you and can head over in a few, but...I'm not as toned as you are or anything.

Me: no prob. I'm into all body types. Those are your pics right?

Him: yeah. I'm just letting you know. Oh, and I've been out all day so I'll need to clean up when I get to your place.

Me: uh, sure.

Him: Ok. I'll head over then.

An hour later and 15lbs heavier than his pics, he showed up. I totally didn't care and was glad to see him (he looked like he had a very nice ass under his jeans). When we got to my fuck-room, I started taking my clothes off, and at first he started caressing my chest and abs, now...here's where it starts to get annoying...then he looked at me and said, "are you clean?" I smiled and responded, "yup, absolutely" (*the truth*). Then he said, "really? are you sure?" I replied, "yeah, I'm sure. I give blood every other month and they test before and even give you all your results online if you want to see (*also the truth*). Then I undid his pants and slid his underwear down. He was chubby and obvously had body issues so I left his shirt on so as not to embarass him. I turned him around and started eating out his nice pink hole--this got him going. Then I stood up and put my dick by his face. He started stroking it then said again, "are you sure your negative? You're kinda pale and have no body fat." "Yup, I'm sure." (*I've been fasting for over a month, you pudgy dumpling. It wouldn't hurt you to lay off the malomars and in-and-out burger for a week or so*). With that he turned on his back, grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants lying on the floor and put it on the long ranger (not too happy at the moment).

I said, "wanna start on all fours?" He replied, "no, it feels best like this." Missionary IS my favorite position, but I was hoping to work into it. But whatever. I lifted his legs, slid my dick in, and he just went wild, jerking his little prick like he was going to cum. I grabbed his hand from his dick and smiled, saying, "Whoa, there little camper. Slow down for a sec." He put his hand back and started jerking saying, "why, I'm getting close." Now I had to muster all my energy to be nice to this guy, holding his hand away from his cock again and saying, "dude, give me ONE minute of fucking before you cum. I promise you'll enjoy it." Then while holding his hand I started pumping, but honestly, it was just to get my dick off. I was ready to cum, and I knew he was going to spoil it so I kept it to myself and just kept pumping and cumming without changing my rythm or breath. After I pumped the last drop out, I said, "I'm ready to cum" and he said, "wait! no! I want you to cum on my chest!" and tried to push me out. I grabbed his waist and said, "No, that's not gonna happen. You're ass is dirty and I don't want shit all over my hand. Just cum right now." And he started jerking his dick until he came, and I just pulled out and went to wash up in the bathroom.

Horrible. But I got what I wanted, at least. And just so no one else has to go through the same thing, here's his online pics (but like I said, he's about 15 lbs heavier:

I'll be in Miami the week of the 17th, so if anyone has any suggestions on some places to have sex, either at a bar, a porn-shop or anything other than a bathhouse I'd be very grateful for the suggestion. Enjoy the week!