So I met G before I met N - some time in 2012 I believe. He's French, and I remember when I first saw him in 2012 (when I was in the closet), I thought he was very cute. We smoked weed a couple times together, and went bar-hopping a few times with a mutual female friend, but never did anything. After I came out to him a year later, by telling him about N, he told me that back then he wanted to ask me out because he found me attractive but thought I was really homophobic. Yes...I was one of those textbook 'homophobes' who are actually homo themselves, hah.
Anyway, he ended up dating an Asian guy, and we met up a couple times - the three of us, for food and stuff. G then moved to China or something, and then came back to London for a masters in maybe urban planning or something (I confess, I don't really listen much to people's lives if they aren't interesting bits of information)
Yeah so I haven't seen him in maybe a year, so we agreed to meet up at my place and drink wine and stuff. Yeah, honestly... when he suggested coming to my place, alarm bells did ring in my head thinking, oh is this gonna be a hook up? But I friendzoned him + he has a bf...
He came over, and the first thing I noticed was how much weight he has put on. He used to be a pretty lanky guy but now he is definitely in dadbod territory. And he's only 25...he definitely is still cute but he looks much older now even when clean-shaven - honestly this is also one of my biggest reservations about dating a Caucasian person because broadly speaking they age a lot faster than Asians and I kind of want to find someone who looks eternally youthful like me lol.
So he brought a bottle of wine, and we started drinking, and soon we drank 3 bottles of wine and had 2 pizzas. He smokes a lot (darn Frenchies), so whenever he went out to the balcony he would ask me along to just stand there and inhale second-hand smoke + keep him company, but London is cold as donkeyballs now, so I can't really remember how it happened but we were talking about our relationships -
; his bf is in Asia and they've been doing an open relationship for a while now but G feels like it's not working out so he wants a clean break-up. I told him about what happened between N and I (when I drink I start saying overly maudlin things like - I fear that I'll always be alone and won't be able to find a love that I shared with N like the 1st 2 years);
and he hugged me and told me not to be so sad, and then he started gently kissing my neck. I hugged him tight, and as I lent him my basketball shorts (N always teased me about my basketball shorts being that they are so ugly and a gay person would never wear them, lol) because we were in the pool beforehand and his briefs were wet, I could see that he had a raging erection sticking out from my shorts. I grabbed it and said 'haha oh my god are you turned on by this??'
And G was all shy and said 'of course' and I kept stroking his dick, which, dude, was huge. We went back in, and somehow started making out a lot - he's a good kisser, and we got naked. Soooo he is insanely hirsute which is normally not my thing, but I was pretty tipsy, and he was kissing me all over my body, and rimming me, and sucking me off, so it was very nice.
And I got a better look at his penis. Holy cow. It was big. Throughout my hookup experiences, I am always quite amazed at how I consistently meet up with Caucasian guys who have really large members, while the Asian guys that I've fooled around with almost all have smaller dicks than I do. However, G left his bush completely untamed, and that was a big turn-off for me...
In general this is the level of body fuzz that I like / can do with:
Mmm. I like trimming most of my body hair (though I already am relatively hairless), so I like it when the other guy does it too. Not hairless of course, but just light fuzz is very sexy.
So anyway, he loved my ass. He kept rimming me - I showered before too, so I felt comfortable letting someone do that to me. It was kinda nice to have someone again appreciating every inch of my body. It really was very nice validation I won't lie. He was really drunk so he crashed on my bed, and I stayed up for a little while longer to watch an episode of GoT Season 2 lol... and then I went to bed too. He cuddled me a lot, and fingered me but after a while went back to sleep too.
In the morning, this happened again, and he would rim me while jerking my dick off, and I knew he really wanted to fuck me because he raised my legs up in a missionary position and kept circling the head of his penis around my anus and for a while I was kinda up for fucking since I haven't been fucked for a longgg time, but then all kinds of 'overthinking' thoughts came into my head
as I was sober now, I started thinking - wait. HIV? Has he done sexual health screening? No condoms? No way am I barebacking. Do I seriously want to be fucked by a friend? Is this how I want to roll?
Also, I don't know what is up with me, but when the weather gets really dry in London, I chafe soooo much in my nether regions. Like I actually have tears now on my foreskin and my balls are kinda scaly-looking....it's terrible. Plus I don't pre-cum at all which is frustrating, so as he was jerking me off it started hurting a lot, so I took over the job of wanking myself with lube, and he was licking my nipples (I love nipple play) which helped me finish the job. He then jizzed too, which shot on to my arm, and then things got really.awkward.lol.
I wanted to shower almost immediately, but G wanted to cuddle...and I was thinking - how on earth can anyone think of cuddling after cumming? We are filthy as fuck! I hate the smell of cum. In fact I hated it that we did it on my bed (actual fact: I changed my bedsheets immediately after he left). And actually, when I have invited some of the other 'friends with benefits' type of people over, I always made it clear to them I'm a bit of an OCD neat / hygiene freak and would prefer us fooling around on the couch, and to jizz only on body parts (or swallow) so that the cum wouldn't dribble on to the furniture.
So I said no, and I jumped up and went to shower, and then he showered too. After that I thought he would leave, but as they always do....G lingered around...till 1pm. Like, why? I can't stand the morning afters for hook-ups, it is always strange to me that people want to linger around hah. Granted he is a friend I guess. But I just did my own thing really - I had cereal for breakfast, offered him some, then watched yet another GoT episode, while he sat there on his laptop and did some work stuff.
When he left, I did a post-mortem of the whole thing, as my annoyingly analytical brain always does. First, I gathered all paraphernalia involved in the coital session - bedsheets, towels, basketball shorts, and I washed them all. I think because he was so hairy, I felt he was unhygienic (I didn't suck him), and possibly very sweaty, plus with his cigarette breath on my pillowcases, I needed to wash everything. Stat. Lol.
Secondly, I mulled over the dynamic of our friendship now. What if I meet J somehow in the future, his bf / ex-bf? Do I see G that much? Possibly not. How do I feel about hooking up with a friend?
Honestly, it was weird. It was hot but it was also weird, because my brain just doesn't know how to continue being friends with someone after seeing each other naked + with cum. It made me think that for L, my really good friend, I better not plant myself in situations where I could potentiallyyyy hook up with him. Though I think he has friendzoned me harder than I have friendzoned him - I've slept on the same bed with him 3 times now and not once have we done anything.
Still, it was nice to have some action after all ;) Usually, post-coital me walks on the street smiling a bit hahaha. G also complimented my body quite a bit - he said I look different from a year ago when he saw me - that I'm more muscular and less baby-fat-looking, which is nice.
I do hope I don't see G for a while now though...yeah.
Also, this guy is my #pecgoals. What a totally adorable smile too.