AsianMatchMate.com MEET 2: FIRST TIME WITH A BUDDY
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Posted:Mar 9, 2021 5:04 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2021 3:25 pm
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When his profile popped up on “Who’s online,” I immediately clicked on it. His profile pic (a hairy torso) was an instant turn-on. His stats didn’t disappoint: straight, married, 55, 5’11”, athletic body, non-smoker, with some experience playing with straight couples...
I sent him a message complimenting him for his profile. He thanked me and, to my surprise, asked for my email address. It was 8:00am and he didn’t want to be on the site at the office.
A couple of hours later, he emailed me, “What are you up to?” “I’m off today. Bored. Wicked thoughts running through my head.” “Like…?” “Enjoying a nice piece of meat.” “Yeah? Can you host Downtown?” “Yes I can. Do you have any other pics?” He sent a face pic (boy, was he handsome!) and a body pic wearing white boxer briefs. The outline of his promising manhood, half-hard, hiding behind the fabric made my heart race. I could see myself rubbing my face against it --only the white fabric between us-- feeling it, smelling it, making it hard, it making me breathe heavy, it making me reach that blissful stage of uncontrollable lust.
I asked him when he was able to stop by, and he replied “Hectic Friday.” “Well, I’m working from home, so very flexible here.” He said he was excited about it, but also nervous, and he wanted to know how it worked because he “had never been with a buddy before, but was curious.” I told him, “We’ll take it slow, at your pace. I’ll make you feel comfortable and relaxed, and only proceed when you give me your consent.” He thanked me for understanding.
We continued exchanging emails throughout the day. The more we spoke the worse our chances looked: today was out of the question, and his best availability was early in the morning, around 6:00am, which was (and still is) too early for me. He is a morning (wood) person. I didn't want to be pushy and seem desperate (some people mistake interest for desperation) but, “Stop by once you’re done at the office. Start your weekend with a bang,” I said. But he declined. “Not possible. Have a great weekend.”
I was a little disappointed --I really liked him. But I wasn’t discouraged. “He sent me his face pic, so he must be serious,” I thought. But “why did he send me his face pic without even pretending to put up a fight? Was that really his face pic? Most married men are reluctant to send one. Did he think I was trustworthy?” (I am, so if that’s what he thought, he was right.) “Time will tell,” I concluded.
The following day, Saturday, in the afternoon my phone vibrates: an email from the businessman. “What are you up to?” “Nothing much,” I replied, hiding my excitement. “Do you get a lot of traffic on AsianMatchMate.com? Have you met anybody in person?” He wanted to know more about me. “Does that make him (look) real?,” I wondered. “Not really. Picky here. Plus not a paying member,” I replied to his first question. And to his second, “I’ve only met two people here.” He volunteered that he had just joined the site and had not met anyone yet, and added one of his fantasies was the “to have his ass eaten and maybe fingered.”
The email exchange continued on Sunday. He had a lot of questions about what my “script” was (for sucking a man off). He basically wanted a step by step guide to my mouth, and I obliged. He also asked about MM interactions, and how roles are determined. I answered all of his questions. Although a little annoyed, I considered it an investment: in order to reap, you have to sow.
When the week started, I had so much to do, I forgot about him. His reappearance on Wednesday morning caused a stir. He sent me a pic (a close-up of his hard cock snug under tight black trunks) with the caption “Just got back from the gym.” He was boasting at least eight inches of mouth-watering manhood. “Very appealing,” I replied. He was in a playful mood. So he replied with a pic of his cock in its full glory, balls squeezed by the black trunks’ elastic band. “It couldn’t wait to spring out.” It was a beauty: a thick, veiny, white slab of prime cut manhood, the kind you don’t see very often. One to remember. “I wonder if it fits my mouth,” I said. “I have been wondering that too,” he retorted.
That’s when my doubts about him returned. I had no doubt I was being played. There was no way this is the same nervous man who had never been with “a buddy before,” the same nervous man who had a lot of questions about MM interactions, the same nervous man who had just joined this site. But, then I thought, “What if he had already given up? What if he realized he could no longer resist his urges and decided to take steps towards satisfying his curiosity? It’s possible. You can only fight for so long.
He asked if I was available Friday. “That could work,” I replied. “I might be able to come over in the evening.” “Cool.” Then he sent me a screenshot of my profile pic: “Man, that’s a hot pic.” “Glad you like it. That could be your cock.” “I’d like to have a pic like that of my cock being serviced by you.” I was right. He had made up his mind: he was determined to satisfy his curiosity. “Easy. I’ll do the sucking, you take the pic.” “That’s a plan.” He was playing my game. I had him in the palm of my hand. “Where did he cum?,” he asked. Or, maybe I was playing his game. Maybe I was in the palm of his hand. I don’t care whose game it was as long as I was playing. “My tongue and mouth,” I replied. “Hot,” he said. “Hotter,” I said, “if you're at the receiving end,” I couldn’t help it. “Awesome,” he replied.
Friday morning morning came and my inbox had no news from him. By that point I couldn’t stop thinking about it: his thick cock in my warm mouth. “He won,” I thought. I didn’t know what he was thinking --heck, I didn’t even know if he was real-- but the truth was he had me where he wanted me (if he wanted me): wanting his cock, needing his cock, craving his cock.
Around 2:00pm he reappeared: “How is it going?” “Going well. Can’t wait. You?” I wasn’t going to hide it anymore: I was desperate. He had made me desperate. “Excited. How’s 7:00pm?” “7:00pm is great.” I gave him my address. “Want to switch to text or should I email you when I arrive?” “Email for now.” I still had my doubts about him. “Just give me a 10-15-minute heads-up.” “Will do.”
Once I was done with work, I started tidying up my office. I’m somewhat messy so this was going to take some time. So much so I lost track of time. When I checked my phone again, it was already 6:00pm. I wasn’t cleaning my office for him, but I couldn’t help but feel I had wasted my time by trying to make my office look nice and create a good first impression.
At 6:50pm I got an email: “10 minutes out.” “Ok,” I replied. Ten minutes went by. “Is he really going to do this to me?,” I wondered, almost a little angry. Actually, not even angry, rather disappointed for playing along and getting all worked up for maybe nothing. I kept staring at my phone, but nothing.
A few minutes later: “Parked. Walking up.” “Is he really here?,” I wondered. One or two guys have stood me up, but usually they don’t say “parked.” They usually say “I’ll be there in ten,” but never make it. I know my demographic: married men are a special group. I understand their situation. But not getting a “I’m sorry. Plans changed” makes me lose hope in humanity. Well, the only way to see if he’s really here is by going downstairs and seeing for myself. I replied, “Coming.”
When he walked up the steps, I was already waiting for him. I smiled in disbelief. When we got to my office, I offered him the couch. He sat down. I sat in my office chair. I felt like a therapist. Did he feel like a patient? He seemed a little nervous, but not as nervous as I expected him to be since it was his first time “with a buddy.”
Our conversation was basically our email exchange read out loud and in person. When we got to the part about his cock and how big it was, he quipped, “It’s a little chubby.” We laughed. “Can I see it?” “Sure.” He stood up and dropped his shorts. It was already waking up. I started touching it, and like popcorn, it was instantaneously growing in my hands. I got my mouth close to it as I looked up at him, as if I were begging him to let me taste it. I stock out my tongue under its head and he pushed in a little. I went all the way down to its base and stayed there for a few seconds, my tongue in undertow mode. Then I pulled it out and looked up. He was looking down at me, mesmerized, experiencing for the first time what, for a long time, he had been curious about. I pushed him to the couch and he sat down again. I dropped to my knees and started sucking on his thick cock. It was a feast, and it was all for me. I was in heaven.
It didn’t take long for him to ask me to stop. Now I had him where I wanted him, where they all end up: helpless, weakened, dominated by my mouth. I started playing with his balls, and he couldn’t stop moaning. My tongue slid a little lower, and he opened his leg just enough so that I could tease his ass with the tip of my wet tongue. Now he was in heaven. I continued playing with his ass, balls and cock. “Stop, stop, stop.” He was so close, anything would have pushed him over the edge. I gave him a respite. “So what do you think so far?” “This is amazing,” he replied, short of breath. He was speechless. He couldn’t put it into words. And he didn’t have to--I could see it in his eyes, his body, his hard cock dripping precum like a honeycomb. I gave him my phone and went back to fulfilling my duty. He took some pics and videos.
I took my phone back and laid him down on the couch and ate his immaculate ass while holding his legs up. I think he was enjoying it more than expected. I almost fingered him, but I decided to stagger his experiences, delay his pleasure, leave something for later, have him back some other time (he will return, of course), and discover other places in his body where pleasure hides.
Deepthroating his cock was fantastic: the down turn made it go down my throat like water. He asks me to stop, but I don’t stop. I keep going, slowly: head to base in one single motion, slow like honey, my tongue licking his balls every time I reach its base.
I kept him on the edge for a few minutes until I mercilessly finished him. The explosion of cum in my mouth almost choked me. I pulled it out as it was still squirting, swallowed, and put it back in my mouth and swallowed the rest. He, half dead, catching his breath, lies down while his cock has seizures and dies slowly in my mouth. I sucked the life out of his cock. His cock is dead. I killed it.
As he was putting his shorts on, a big grin on his face, he was already reliving everything in his head, what had happened just a few minutes ago. Something had been unlocked. What? A door to a new world of pleasures and sensations? Or just a window to look out but never venture?
When he looked up, our eyes met. “Thank you,” he said. “It was my pleasure.” “Is it ok if I come back?,” he asked. “Of course. I’d love to have you back,” I replied.
A door to a new world has been unlocked and will forever remain open.
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A MARRIED MAN WHO LIKES MY PIC
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Posted:Feb 16, 2021 4:31 pm
Last Updated:Nov 8, 2021 3:25 pm
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When I got his instance message, I almost dismissed it. His profile was basically blank ( his age and marital status were filled ). Plus I was about to start my Zoom meeting (I’ve been working from home since mid March when the pandemic started). But for some reason --perhaps his age (53)-- I decided to reply.
He said he liked my profile--above all my main pic (me sucking on a beautiful cock). He wanted to see his cock in my mouth just like in the pic. He said he was about to take a shower to go to work, but he could stop by my place. I told him unfortunately my Zoom meeting was about to start. He said he wouldn’t mind standing by, waiting for me to let him know when I was done.
That seemed odd, Most married men don’t usually “stand by and wait”. On the contrary, most married men are usually in a rush--it’s usually now or never kind of situation, in which if it doesn’t happen right now, it’s never going to happen.
About an hour and minutes into my meeting --very boring and a waste of time by this point-- (un)welcome thoughts started flooding my mind: I could be doing other more productive and satisfying things with my time, maybe even sucking that guy off. Bear in mind, at this point I hadn’t even bothered to ask him for pics. So I decided to check AsianMatchMate.com, and to my surprise, there was a message from him asking for an update. I told him I didn’t know when I was going to be done, and I also asked him to share some pics, if he had any. He sent me a fully-clothed body pic (head cut off) and a cock pic. “Not bad,” I thought “but average, nothing to get too excited about.” He asked for my . I gave him my cross street. He said he worked just 5 minutes away.
About 45 minutes later, my meeting was finally over. I texted him, and there he was: still waiting! I gave him my , and of course, now he says he’s 30 minutes away. “There it is,” I thought. “I knew it.” He said his boss had sent him to run an errand. Obviously I didn’t believe him: he’s a married man, and that’s what married men do. If you don’t strike while they’re in heat (that moment when your urges control your mind), you missed your chance. So I gave up on him.
As I was finishing a report on my computer, like 20 minutes later, I checked the site again, and found three texts from him. He was outside waiting for me. I looked down from my balcony, and there was indeed a man outside. I didn’t know what to do. I mean, he was not pushy, he was very polite indeed, but his perseverance was remarkably strange, I tought.
When I got to the lobby and looked out of the door, there he was: standing 6’2” tall, a few extra pounds around his waist, wearing worn-out blue jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, and tan steel toe work boots. He was wearing a mask (as I had requested), sunglasses, and a baseball cap. I couldn’t really see his facial features, but I didn’t mind: he had exactly the type of body I like. A quick scan of his outfit and demeanor told me he was a construction worker. But his hands were clean and so were his boots, so maybe he was a supervisor. Or maybe he was an electrician. I really couldn’t tell with certainty, but I liked what I saw, so I opened the door and asked him to come in.
The elevator ride was a little awkward. All my questions were answered with one-liners, if not monosyllabic answers. He didn’t remove his glasses on the elevator, so his identity was still a mystery to me. He seemed very nervous.
When we entered my apartment, I asked him if he wanted some water or something, or maybe use the bathroom, but he said he was fine. I led him to my office. He started unzipping right away as I unfolded a towel to cover my couch. Hi sat down, and with his underwear and pants bunched up around his ankles, legs spread open, I noticed his cock was starting to get hard. Not that, this cock didn’t all like the pic he sent . This cock was something to get really excited about, not average all. I couldn’t wait to devour it. But I noticed he was seriously nervous. So made some comments about the weather trying to make him relax, but it didn’t take. Talking was not his thing.
When I touched his cock, he started shaking. It was trascendental, deeply moving: he needed it, wanted it, craved it so much, he couldn’t control the way his body was reacting to my touch. I don’t know if he was embarrassed --I couldn’t see his , his eye-- but that’s when I realized I had to do my best work yet, put my skills to work their magic. While my hands were playing with his cock and balls, I asked him when the last time he came was. He said “a couple of days ago.” “How?” “I jerked off.” He was getting harder. “When was the last time you got sucked off by a man?” “Like three months ago. Last year,” he said. Now his cock was harder, pulsating of control every few seconds. His legs were still shaking.
When I put his cock in my mouth (I always like going slowly all the way down to the base the first time I put it in my mouth), he was looking , and slowly put his back and let go. He stopped shaking. I continued sucking on his cock with deep and intense suction while my tongue, unpredictable, was doing its own thing. “That’s really good,” he said. Now his cock was completely hard, at least 8 inches, not too thick but thick enough to fill my mouth. He asked to pinch his nipples. “Harder,” he said. And I was in heaven deepthroating his cock, my right hand pinching his left nipple, my left hand playing with his balls and hole. He was moaning, squirming as if I were restraining him and he was trying to free himself. When my tongue touched his balls, he opened his legs. I swallowed his balls while pinching his nipples. I returned to his cock, and he asked to stop and release: he was so close he could shoot just by feeling my mouth’s engulfing his pulsating cock. He was holding my hand tight as if trying to let know how much pleasure he was feeling and how much he was enjoying it. After sucking on and licking his balls, I returned to his cock. I just couldn’t help it. I loved how it throbbed in my mouth and how it grew every time he was about to explode. He was holding my head tenderly, dictating mypace, making me deepthroat him. After a few minutes taking him to edge and pulling him back on to flat ground, he just couldn’t hold it anymore. “I’m going to . Are you ready?” I continued deepthroating him until he exploded in my mouth, his sweet coating my throat. Suddenly, He pulled his cock still dripping --an unfortunate waste. I wanted to continue sucking on his cock and taking every drop of his , but he grabbed my chin, and said “Too sensitive.” He got up, his cock still rock hard and dripping , and pulled his underwear and pants up. “Where’s the bathroom?” “The door on the left,” I said.
He goes into the bathroom, I’m just standing there, in the middle of the hallway, thinking. Not really thinking, actually trying to think. I just couldn’t process what had happened (and was still happening). It was as if he were struck by lightning --his reality-- and he became someone else, or maybe who he really is. It was as if he couldn’t deal with the fact that he needed a man’s mouth for his pleasure, my mouth, a need that made him “stand by and wait” and then drive back to downtown just to get oral from --or maybe any other man. Once the destination was reached, his reality was calling. I can hear the water running. I came to the bathroom door and stood behind him. He noticed me. “Can I use this towel?” “Of course.” He dried up, zipped up, and walked to the door. I was a few steps behind him. He opened the door. “Thank you.” I smiled. “The elevator is that way. Press L. Thank you.”
He left.
Now, as I’m writing this, and I relieve the sensation of having his growing cock in my mouth, the taste of him, his hand holding mine... I wished he would’ve let me continue sucking his cock, enjoying every drop of his , until his erection disappeared. I wished he wouldn’t have rushed of here as if he had to put a fire… But it’s alright. That’s the nature of this metier. However, what I will never forget is his body shaking when I touched him for the first time. That means something. At least to me. Maybe to him too. I think he enjoyed it. So did I. Will he be back? I don’t know. I’m thankful.
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UPDRADING TO GOLD, A GREAT DECISION
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Posted:Feb 15, 2021 9:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2021 4:49 pm
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A long time ago, I stumbled upon this site. Back then it was not as popular as it is now. I loved the idea: men and women openly looking for sex. So I joined (as a non-paying member), but after a few weeks I had no success, so I decided delete my profile and basically forgot about it.
A few months ago, a straight friend of mine I regularly provide oral relief mentioned it when he was telling me how he had met his new girlfriend. The name of the site sounded familiar, but I didn't say anything.
After my friend left, I joined the site again, initially as a non-payment member, and I was surprised by how much it had grown, how popular it was. Luckily, I had immediate success: a lot of people were checking my profile, I was getting a lot of flirts and messages (I couldn't read because I was not a paying member), but nevertheless I was able meet in person with a very handsome straight gentleman who was in town for business.
After that, I decided it was time to upgrade to gold. It was a great decision. Having the freedom to check profiles, send messages and IMs, flirt, etc... has made this a great investment. Yes, there's a lot of talk and little action; yes, there are a lot fakes and flakes; yes, there are a lot of people whose info and pics don't match their reality. But there's also a lot of great people who are on here just looking to have a great time and enjoy themselves.
I've met great people on here, some of them have become regular FWB.
But believe it or not, my favorite experience on here is one that didn't involved sex.
A straight married man, in his 60s, got in touch with me. He had been curious for some time about being with another man. We exchanged messages for a long time. He came to my place and just like we thought, we got along really well. Good vibe, good conversation, laughter... almost half an hour had gone by (time flew) when he said he was not ready to be engage in any same sex interactions, that is, let me suck his coc He apologized. I told him there was no need to apologize and that I understood. He asked if we could get together again, as friends, and I said yes. Well, we've become very good friends. Not only do we keep in touch via email, we also meet every so often just to chat and laugh.
so I'm grateful because I wasn't expecting to be so lucky.
Again, upgrading to gold has turned to be a great decision.
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