I just want your extra time ...

When I was around fifteen I had a very good friend. He was two or three years older, but we had grown up together, went to the same catholic school and I used to play with his sisters, who were around my age, all the time. We used to hang out a lot and I even wanted him to teach me how to drive his dad’s stick shift Jeep. That never happened. Then one day, out of the blue, he kissed me. That absolutely changed my perception of him and our relationship. We started spending more and more time together and we would go in his room and spend hours in there. It was fun. 

One time, one of his cousins was visiting. He was tall for his age, puffed out chest, nice arms, long legs; a man already. He also had a very nice cock (apparently it ran in the family) and he wanted me to touch it. Now, I’ve always been very accommodating when men ask me if I want to touch their nice, hard, throbbing cocks. Most times I’ve obliged. This time, nevertheless, I demurred. There was something missing. There was no subtlety, no seduction, no savoir faire. Looking back, I see that he never got close to me, he never grabbed me, he never kissed me. He was hot, yes, but there was no fire. My knees didn’t buckle, there were no butterflies. No sudden rush of blood to my dick. It was too mechanic, too dry. I said no. He was flabbergasted. Like most men with big, nice dicks, he was not used to being rejected. He asked me if I had touched his cousin’s dick. I said yes (well, I’d done much more than touch it, but that’s another story). He asked me what was different. I told him: ‘he knows how to kiss me’. And I left. 

Ever since then I’ve always gone for a man who knows how to kiss. That first kiss after the first date? That could be a deal maker or a deal breaker. I think a bad kisser is kind of a dead end street for me. There’s nowhere to go from there. You see, in order to get me going, I need foreplay. I’m not one of those gone in sixty seconds kind of guy. I need a man to touch me, to kiss me, to grind that dick against mine. To get me going slowly but steadily, with a firm hand and a hard cock. All this preferably done while his hands are on my ass and his tongue is in my mouth. A man being a good kisser is like a man having a sense of humor or a man being an adventurous (notice I don't say 'good') dancer: he’s most probably a lot of fun in bed. Notice that I don't say 'a good fuck'. Many a man can be a good fuck. Not too many are good in bed. Always aim for being good in bed. 

Where were we? Oh. Kissing. Yes, please. Most people can become better kissers with a little guidance and the right kind of encouragement. Even the tight-lipped. Even the sloppy kissers. I have learned that many men just need a little bit of motivation. And some nudging in the right direction. And they can become very proficient at Frenching you. So that's my TMI for the day. Besides, there was all that talk about Diego Sans a few posts back that when I saw this video I just had to post it. 

Smooches!

XOXO