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Oh boy. This weekend... Where's to begin? I've been so remiss in writing. Well, here's a running start.
Tanner dog-sat again while I was in Florida. When I got back I found a stray flirt token here and there on my desk and in my truck. The most interesting thing I found was at the foot of the daybed in my room, namely a pair of boxers with peter tracks (cum stains). I immediately told him of my find and that he wouldn't be getting them back for fetish reasons. He said he didn't expect he'd get them back. They've become part of my wardrobe. I'm wearing them as I type.
Over the course of the following two weeks he became increasingly romantic toward me (for lack of a better term). I saw danger there. Not so much that he might be falling in love with me as I'd recognized a pattern. Every time he's started acting that way he suddenly falls in love with someone else, I ask him about him/her, he blows up and shuts me out for a week or so, then returns to what passes for him as normal. So when this happened mid-January I wasn't too surprised.
Well, I was glad/relieved that the dude broke the ice as it were and that Tanner at least allowed himself to get naked with someone not to mention get sucked off by him, even if he didn't return the favor. He told me as he had to KS that he was 'uncomfortable' with it. He told me all about all of it in detail (over chat). Then I asked a question, he freaked, and slammed the door in my face for a few days, just as I knew would happen. Point proven, case closed. I told him all about this pattern of his, that I was sick of it, didn't deserve it, and was relieved that KS (the black dude) had arrived to take over dealing with him. I was lacing up my boots and ready to pull a Nancy Sinatra. A week later I got the note I quoted in the link I referred to above. I bought none of it. I knew he had a thing for me, and vice-versa.
The thing Tanner and I have is different than anything I have ever known. Likewise for him, but he's never been in a relationship. His total experience -- and I report all as he's told me -- is making out and groping some guy when he was a junior in high school, making out with and dry humping some girl from work (who's got to be one of the... well, let's just say she makes time stand still) last winter, then a month ago 'allowing' himself to be lured to a hotel room for wine and cheese by a guy who he knew has been chasing him for over a year now and has professed to me anyway that he's not interested in and finds unattractive. So he and KS got naked, made out, he let KS suck him off, then KS got to jerk himself off, they showered together, KS bought him a ring (which he accepted), and then couldn't understand how KS could think they were boyfriends.
So a week after his Hyatt ice breaker experience Tanner came to me apologizing for being such an ass to me. I was upfront and told him his deal with KS was his deal and I had nothing to do with it. Months ago Tanner and I had recognized that we have feelings for each other, but given the age difference among other things, we'd never be husbands. For that he needed to find someone his own age. If we were meant for each other, we fucked up the timing. I was anxiously early (as is my wont), and he was very late (as is his).
The weekend after that he came over to talk. We did... then somehow wound up on the daybed kissing, getting lost in each other's eyes, and dry humping. What was so weird about it was that it just happened and neither of us saw it as lusty get your rocks off. Neither of us was horny. I could feel his erection through his jeans when I caressed him and mine was pretty obvious as well, but it was a desire for closeness that we craved and were more or less satisfying.
Does it sound like I just lobbed a huge block of cheese at you? Well, basically I did, and it's true, and you should get over yourself if you thought that. ;-)
Something peculiar, or not so peculiar knowing him as I do, was that he wanted the intimacy, but was timid to ask. Every step of the way I had to give him 'permission'. I started the kissing, I pulled him down onto the daybed, I rolled him over on top of me and forced his legs to be between mine. It wasn't until I hooked my legs around his back and started slow, sensuous bucking that he seemed to start to get the clue and start humping back, but uncertainly. He didn't seem afraid. Just clueless. Well, given his history, he was. Still, I had to roll him back off of me. I had gotten too close and didn't want to come yet. Then his body was motionless and I did all the grinding. It was almost like humping a mannequin. The kissing remained intense, and he knew how to work my earrings and did, but from the neck down, ragdoll.
The weekend after that he wanted to come use my workshop to build something he needed for music stuff. His woodworking skills aren't so much so he wanted my assist. We went to my toy store (Lowe's) and got his stuff. While there I fell passionately in love with a certain table saw. I got it and we returned. While I built his project he assembled my saw. We chatted and listened to music as we worked and were having a gay old time. He asked me to hand him something, I did, and as I did our eyes locked (we've always had a problem with that since the day we met) and suddenly we were in embrace with deep, loving kissing and wandering, caressing hands. Still, his hand didn't touch my ass until I placed it there. Then he wouldn't move it! At any rate, He finished the saw and I had a bit more wood putty to apply and let dry before it could be sanded. He suggested we go in for a beer. (Lame invite since we had a couple fresh ones sitting right there on the workbench. Oh well. He's a pup. He's learning.)
So we went in, washed our hands, and not a moment later there he was not staring, not forlornly gazing, but looking deeply into my eyes. He wasn't horny. He wanted more of the closeness we'd shared before... and then some so it seemed. We locked eyes, put hands on each other's waists, I subtly tipped my head toward the bedroom and off we went. We lay together for a bit, holding, kissing, gazing. No words, just a horizontal version of what we'd shared earlier in the shop. My hands wandered through his hair, up and down his back, taking a fistful of his luscious bubble butt now and then. His hands stayed still on my back. No surprise. More permission needed I guessed. The kissing and nuzzling continued. He began to get more aggressive with my earrings, so I figured WTF and undid his belt. No response. Typical from him. Either no response or shift of topic. But going deep into his neurotic zone I was expecting a no-no! But no! So I forged ahead. I pulled up his shirt and gathered it above nipple level. He arched his back to assist. Pop went his button, down I slid the zipper, then another arch to help me in shimmying down his pants and boxers. At the same time, since I was on my knees, I doffed my top and dropped trou to the knees as far as his were.
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, Tanner presents quite a basket. I've been wondering what in the world that package could be restraining. I found out and I was pleasantly surprised. I can't say he's hugely hung, he's oddly hung. That doesn't sound too flattering, but he's perfectly hung for me. Not to sound jaded (which I am), but big cocks turn me off. Pretty in porn, but in practice, not so much. I've come (hehe) to prefer a dick that I can take down to the short and curlies with the head massageable with my tonsils without being careful of gagging. Fatties are fun for sucking, but I don't enjoy getting my ass ripped in half. For that I'd rather one that requires a 'slim' for a condom. On the other hand, I'm very into balls. The bigger the nuts, the happier the Seth. Well, Tanner fits the bill quite well. His dick is slender, but thick enough to know it's there, and long enough to allow me to give him a dream suck, both to his dream and mine. I didn't find any of that out really until this weekend.
When I pulled his pants down that day he had nuts for days and quite the bone, but there was sudden, instant shrinkage as soon as his naughty bits hit my sight. He's very much a grower, not a shower, and his nuts climbed up tight. 'Stagefright', that's all, as I assured him later. I wasn't concerned in the least.
My interest was closeness, intimacy, the baring, even if only partial, to each other. We kissed, held each other... I tried going down on him a few times and sucked on his balls. He churned out pre-cum like a champ, but that was it as far as sexual response goes. That's no little thing as any guys who read this understand. It's a big sign.
I didn't push the point. I left it alone and went back to the kissing and cuddling, my own pre-cum drooling down his hip as I pressed against him. Out of the blue his hand began to caress my back and chest. Occasionally I took his hand and moved it to my rock hard cock. Another 'permission' thing. He grasped my balls with his thumb hooked over the shaft at its base. Even gave a couple hesitant tugs before retreating. I broke the session off. He's a pup. Enough lesson for the day. Closeness too.
The following weekend he was out of town, and when he got back he was totally stressed out, so we didn't see each other.
Then came last Thursday, a four day long weekend of privacy for me. All that in the next entry, which I'd start now except that I'm out of smokes, have a few things to do around the house, and Tanner is probably going to be turning up any minute.
Who knows? I might even get a blow job. You wouldn't want to deny your Sethster that, would you?
Unproofed as it is, off it goes...
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