3 Boys, 24 Hours

The Australian left at around 4am. I woke up at about 11:45am to a “good morning” text from him. He hasn’t left yet, but he was already keeping his promise to stay in touch and we continued to text until his 6pm flight. I also woke up to a “hey” text from Neighbor Boy. He hasn’t seen me since before my recent VCH piercing and wanted to know if I was free that evening, I told him I had a date with The Chef at 8pm.

I wasn’t free that night, but there was a window of time free from the moment Neighbor Boy would be getting home from work and when I would need to be leaving for my date. And that is when pre-date quickies was born. He told me he’d be up around 6:30pm to fuck.

Late as per usual, Neighbor Boy came up just before 7pm. I blew him briefly and we fucked. After our quickie, I got dressed and ready for my date with The Chef, no time to shower (so gross, but fuck it). I ordered a Lyft, realized I was running late, texted The Chef and made my way to Balena.

As I arrived, I felt out of place. It was upscale and the people dining there were all a decade or more older than me. It was the type of nice restaurant my family would go to for a special occasion, not quite what I’d expect of a first date with a guy my friend matched with on Tinder, but then again, he’s a chef so good food obviously matters.

Blunt as always, I laid it out as soon as I sat down and told him that the place was a bit overboard for a first date. He told me we could go somewhere else, and I told him it was fine, I’m sure the food is fucking amazing, so might as well stay. And it was; everything we ordered was made to perfection.

When the bill came, he went to pay in full, but I always offer to pay half, he went with it. I’m iffy about situations like this; I don’t mind paying half, and I usually insist on it, but being that he’s the one that chose a place that ended up coming out to nearly $150 check for the two of us seems a bit steep for a first date, but whatever.

Overall, throughout dinner, we made a lot of connections and the conversation was fluid, he was nice, but there was no spark. I honestly got more of a gay vibe from him than anything, but he even made a point to say he’s not into dudes even though I never mentioned it… meaning he’s aware he comes off as gay?

Outside Balena, I ordered my Lyft home, we chatted some, said our goodbyes, it was kind of awkward. The Lyft pulled up, he went to hug me, then I went ahead and kissed him? Why the fuck did I kiss him? But the kiss was actually pretty fucking hot. His full lips lightly sucking mine and the perfect amount of tongue made for a really good first kiss. It was on, I told him to get in the Lyft with me.

I wasn’t really into him as a person, but that kiss had me intrigued enough. We got back to my place, I showed him around, told him to sit while I excused myself to pee. I went to the bathroom and checked my phone, The Australian texted saying he was in LA with a few hour layover till his connecting flight to Australia. I texted him back, “I’m still out with my gay hubby, sorry! Have a safe flight home. I wish you were here!” I then peed, washed my hands and went back out to The Chef.

I took him to my bedroom and we made out some more. We broke for a quick pause as I blurted out, “Sorry, just a quick FYI, I got my vertical clitoral hood pierced like a week ago and my triangle several weeks ago, they’re still healing. Technically I can have sex, but I also kind of made a rule not to have sex with new guys while they’re healing.” He said that’s fine and we proceeded to make out.

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As the kissing got more and more heated, he told me he gives great massages. I can’t resist a good massage even if it is his excuse to get me basically naked. I stripped down to just my panties, gave him a bottle of lotion, and let him work his magic. He massaged my neck, back, arms, legs, and teased me by gently rubbing my ass and inner thighs barely grazing my clit.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned around and pulled him in and kissed him. He kissed down my neck and to my nipples. Fuck! I’m totally screwed. He got me beyond soaking wet. I resisted, pulled back, sat up, and looked at him smirking. I know what he’s doing, but I needed to resist a little longer before I could cave.

He then asked if I have ever been with a black guy. Thinking to myself, yes, many and one just a few hours ago, but I told him, “Yes, why is that every black guy’s question?”

He then explained how huge he is and wanted to warn me before moving forward. I laughed and told him, “I’ll be just fine, but thanks for the warning.” I then proceeded to tell him, “I might need to break my rule, definitely no oral and no touching the piercings, and you’ll have to be extra gentle…” Fuck it, breaking my no sex with new people while my piercings are healing rule. This guy doesn’t have minimal repeat potential, might as well get it in now.

He agreed to being gentle and we went forward. He stripped down and revealed his big black cock. It was definitely pretty fucking huge, but not the largest I’ve been with and I told him as I saw it, “You weren’t lying, you are pretty fucking huge… but I’m sure I can handle it, I’ve been with bigger.”

A shot to his ego, but someone needed to do it. He was cocky and that shit doesn’t fly with me, plus I was only telling him the truth. I got up and grabbed him a condom. We kissed a little longer, he slipped the condom on, and then made his way into my soaking wet pussy. His cock filled me up as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

Yes, his cock was big, but I’m no size queen. What really had me going during the sex was the continuous making out. He was definitely high in the ranking for his kissing style. We fucked missionary for a few minutes before I stopped him, my triangle piercing was hurting and I couldn’t risk fucking up my piercing over sex. I really wanted to keep going. If it wasn’t for my healing piercings, I probably would have cum, a rare first fuck orgasm.

After sex, he lingered, but I was kind of over it. I told him I should probably get some sleep. He got the hint, got dressed and headed out, it was about 2am.

In less than 24 hours, I blew and/or fucked 3 guys; oops (sorry, not sorry)!

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

 

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