Sex Alert #2 - Wine lover with understanding eyes

I’m not really a Super Bowl sort of fellow so this afternoon, I figured I’d like to play with some balls too. I get online on a certain website that I’ve belonged to for awhile and I’m wasting time for a few hours and catching up on Project Runway (Victoria! What a bitch!), when I get a message from a hot, dark and handsome guy who had tried to get with me in the past. I’d never followed through on the previous occasions because those times I was online usually occurred when Dear was on one of his benders and I was either looking for revenge sex (which I seldom followed through with) or to get fucked up with someone and go on a bender myself (which I did on a few occasions). This guy I could tell, though he wanted to fuck me, was a nice guy so I wanted to save him for a later date.

Well, that date turned out to be today. So he comes over. I’m feeling all nervous because my online pix are a year or so out of date (i.e. I’m trying to get my bod back into the shape it was then, or better) and didn’t want to be a disappointment. However, he turned out to have grown a tad bit around the middle since his pix as well. Thank god, because his abs were kind of daunting in his pix.  Very hot with dark intense eyes. I’d guess his roots were somewhere in the Mediterranean possibly Greece from his name. Anyway, I’m nervous because I haven’t really had a man over to the houses since the breakup and also, well, this is all so new. But we go at it and he was just what I needed. Sensual, sexy, tender, teasing. Smooth with nice tats, sensitive nips, nice dick which he’s spitting on before long and slipping into my ass. A very nice sensation. Good old spit and skin. Like the cavemen did it. Not too long after, he’s blowing a load and then jacking me off. All very, very enjoyable.

But the real treat comes after when we get to talking. He starts getting deep into the things that are going on in my life. Really challenging me as to my motivations and what I’m dealing with and not dealing with. At times he makes me uncomfortable but also makes me really think. Then just as I think he’s getting ready to go he surprises me and asks me what I’m doing for dinner. We end up sharing a bottle of wine (of which he is a connoisseur) and dinner while we get ever deeper into my shit. Not an easy night, but a really, really good one and just what I needed.

Though I’ll admit I would have liked to have had another roll with him after dinner, it was probably better it ended as it did. And unlike the Latin Boy, I believe he really does want to get back together. The sex was good if brief (no uncontrollable moaning or cock leaking on my part) but the conversation was one of the most stimulating I’ve had in, well, I can’t remember when.