axlsergei
On the Prowl
Hey guys, sorry to dump all this here, but I really need to get this out of my system. Let’s say I’m going through a pretty dark phase of my life, not feeling great about a lot of things, though it’s slowly getting better, if not simpler. I hadn’t had sex or been affectionate with another male for 2 years plus; it was something I’ve unconsciously decided. After I came out at 25, I had a few flings and a short relationship of 6 months, and quickly after that I lost interest on the hook-up thing, and I wasn’t feeling like bringing someone else into the mess that is me.
So, last Wednesday, on my 31st birthday eve, I meet this guy who I’ve been chatting with for a couple of weeks. He’s only 21 and he approached me; I wasn’t actively looking for anything but I guess I did want to put myself out there somehow. We agreed we’d have drinks and dinner at his place. After the bottle of Malbec was a little less than half empty, the ice stated to melt and we gradually became more comfortable, talking and getting to know each other a bit. After dinner, which was great, we lay down on the couch and started to make out. I felt that we were kissing for ages. I was glad I didn’t forget at all about kissing. But even if my tongue was getting quite a workout, my mind wasn’t entirely present. Later we moved to a bedroom and soon we were playing with our dicks, just rubbing our bellies against each other’s and using our hands to stimulate them.
I really liked the guy; he was really sweet and tender, hot in a twinkish way, and he was visibly turned on most of the time, and told me how excited he was being there with me. At one point he hinted that he wanted me to penetrate him, but I knew I wasn’t going to get hard enough. I was having a hard time to concentrate at all and be there, mind as well as body, actually. I explained to him I didn’t have sex of any kind for such a long period of time and that I was feeling really self-conscious and that he probably wasn’t getting it that night. He was fine with it, told me to take it easy it and seemed quite content playing with my semi erected penis. He jokingly said that it was beautiful and should take it to a penis beauty pageant. We cuddled and made out all night and I finally got him off using my mouth. Everything was nice, in spite of it all, but inside I was feeling terrible.
That kid inspired me tenderness more than anything, not the urge to fuck his brains out. And after going for so long without sex, and more important I think, skin contact of any kind with a male, I wasn’t at all ready for a long and lustful night. Actually I wished we never made it pass the kissing stage.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I never hear from this kid again, but what the heck, I never thought that we were going to actually meet in the first place.
Anyway, that got me thinking and I came to realize that during all these celibacy years, my libido really went down. I do masturbate most nights and wake up with a hard on almost every morning, but I rarely get to feel intensely sexual during the day, even when I’m looking at porn. I used to be the exact opposite of this; I was never really slutty but I used to be horny all the time.
I’m just afraid that this scenario is going to repeat if we ever meet again, or when I meet someone else, and I abhor the thought of going through that again. I feel this is really going to hold me back from trying to meet new people.
I know my self-esteem is shite right now. It gradually decayed since I realize my hair was thinning and I shaved it off when I was 28. After that I let my body go a little bit, to the too-skinny side. I started to work out a couple of months ago and I was feeling a bit better, though most of the time I’m not able to feel anything at all.
I don’t care how many of my lesbian and hetero friends tell me that I look good; even when this kid was complimenting me I was thinking, what the hell? I know most of these issues as purely in my head. The past months I’ve been like an open wound. I wouldn’t let anyone touch me in an intimate way. I wouldn’t let anyone see my body. It actually surprised me that I happily went to meet this guy.
I do want to have a functional and satisfying sex/romantic life. I feel like I should be at my prime at this age and enjoying the best life has to offer me but instead I feel like I’m already dead.
I’m not sure what I expect out of posting this, I guess I just needed to vent. Now I feel that I’m making an ass out of myself, that I’m embarrassing myself.
I’m sorry about the really long post.
Thanks.
So, last Wednesday, on my 31st birthday eve, I meet this guy who I’ve been chatting with for a couple of weeks. He’s only 21 and he approached me; I wasn’t actively looking for anything but I guess I did want to put myself out there somehow. We agreed we’d have drinks and dinner at his place. After the bottle of Malbec was a little less than half empty, the ice stated to melt and we gradually became more comfortable, talking and getting to know each other a bit. After dinner, which was great, we lay down on the couch and started to make out. I felt that we were kissing for ages. I was glad I didn’t forget at all about kissing. But even if my tongue was getting quite a workout, my mind wasn’t entirely present. Later we moved to a bedroom and soon we were playing with our dicks, just rubbing our bellies against each other’s and using our hands to stimulate them.
I really liked the guy; he was really sweet and tender, hot in a twinkish way, and he was visibly turned on most of the time, and told me how excited he was being there with me. At one point he hinted that he wanted me to penetrate him, but I knew I wasn’t going to get hard enough. I was having a hard time to concentrate at all and be there, mind as well as body, actually. I explained to him I didn’t have sex of any kind for such a long period of time and that I was feeling really self-conscious and that he probably wasn’t getting it that night. He was fine with it, told me to take it easy it and seemed quite content playing with my semi erected penis. He jokingly said that it was beautiful and should take it to a penis beauty pageant. We cuddled and made out all night and I finally got him off using my mouth. Everything was nice, in spite of it all, but inside I was feeling terrible.
That kid inspired me tenderness more than anything, not the urge to fuck his brains out. And after going for so long without sex, and more important I think, skin contact of any kind with a male, I wasn’t at all ready for a long and lustful night. Actually I wished we never made it pass the kissing stage.
I wouldn’t be surprised if I never hear from this kid again, but what the heck, I never thought that we were going to actually meet in the first place.
Anyway, that got me thinking and I came to realize that during all these celibacy years, my libido really went down. I do masturbate most nights and wake up with a hard on almost every morning, but I rarely get to feel intensely sexual during the day, even when I’m looking at porn. I used to be the exact opposite of this; I was never really slutty but I used to be horny all the time.
I’m just afraid that this scenario is going to repeat if we ever meet again, or when I meet someone else, and I abhor the thought of going through that again. I feel this is really going to hold me back from trying to meet new people.
I know my self-esteem is shite right now. It gradually decayed since I realize my hair was thinning and I shaved it off when I was 28. After that I let my body go a little bit, to the too-skinny side. I started to work out a couple of months ago and I was feeling a bit better, though most of the time I’m not able to feel anything at all.
I don’t care how many of my lesbian and hetero friends tell me that I look good; even when this kid was complimenting me I was thinking, what the hell? I know most of these issues as purely in my head. The past months I’ve been like an open wound. I wouldn’t let anyone touch me in an intimate way. I wouldn’t let anyone see my body. It actually surprised me that I happily went to meet this guy.
I do want to have a functional and satisfying sex/romantic life. I feel like I should be at my prime at this age and enjoying the best life has to offer me but instead I feel like I’m already dead.
I’m not sure what I expect out of posting this, I guess I just needed to vent. Now I feel that I’m making an ass out of myself, that I’m embarrassing myself.
I’m sorry about the really long post.
Thanks.



























