Making out with MarkJoseph

September 15, 2012 - Saturday : Club day! Its a monthly meet, time for me to go bonding with my Mother. Unfortunately she was not feeling well, so I left all by myself and would just tell instruct her. Weather was bad, rain would come and go. For a while I stayed at Glorietta waiting for the rains to lessen. Stressed out and tired, I had to cancel out with Markietots. He was suppose to drop by and would even stay overnight, we had agreed so for more than a week, I was looking forward for a hard fuck. He is one of the best fuckers in memory, sad to say, he stopped dropping by since he switched jobs. Now, he has scheduled for a sex up, and I ended up having to cancel!

Going home was stressful with the rains, more so - cancelling out on such a good fuck! I was honestly crestfallen. Arriving at home, I turned to my other love: food! My Mom has cooked chicken adobo and nilagang baka (boiled beef).  Then my nephew was there, the rest of the nilaga would be brought for their dinner. I was told to place some more for our dinner - then my mom stopped me! I might be giving them less!

What the fuck! Its not really fair! I lost my temper. I disagreed, and started to count the pieces, and getting emotional - whatever is already on the bowl, i just placed it back in the casserole. I place my unfinished plate and walk out. Duhhhhh!! I was not thinking.

So I ended up back in my pad, just watching TV. No one.... cold.... hungry.... unbalanced... questioning myself....

I went online, my only social life, my source of my sex life... to fill in an empty love life.

I answered my messages and there was one from MarkJoseph! Hmp! Asshole! Prick! Bastard! Twice or thrice he messaged that he would drop by but he did not show up nor even texted. It has been more than a year since I saw him. He is sweet - turned sour! When he was in the pad, he fucks good and cuddles so nicely. He also opened up, it was not just sex - we talk, we communicated.

It turned sour when I received a call - hello, who are you? I am the lover of MarkJoseph! I got your number from his mobile bill. Are you still seeing him? Do you know where he is? I got this mobile for him but he has not paying it. be careful, he would just use you... etc etc... blah, blah!"

Again, same message I received on the PR

can I drop by?

I answered with equal sincerity (which was none, he has no credibility) : Sure, your always welcome.

So there... the clock ticked.. the channel had shown all its programs... its about to sign off... its now Sunday Morning. Its now officially 16 September - am still unbalanced, quiet, morose... there are no more rains and sadly, no prospect! No new friend, no visits.. wait...

Knock! Knock!

Someone is knocking on the door! Highly unusual! All visitors usually text me that they are already here! So I placed the chain on the door before I opened it, took a peek.  I honestly did not recognize him, must be a set up, or something - he is cute, skin so smooth and a bit creamy, and a smile to die for.

"Am MarkJoseph, remember me?"

Huh? I stood there, smitten, looking out left and right... might be a set up. I usually get a txt, and it has been more than a year  and a half... (last I had sex was April 2011). I... well opportunity knocked! I unlocked the door chain and let him in.  But my mind was still not on it.. I was still unbalanced by my fight with my mother.

I lead him straight to my bedroom. He was looking left and right - "what happened here?" looking at all the clutter of my place.

"sorry, my things finally arrived last May 2011 and so - the place is instantly full. Got ups and down, and never really got to cleaning and organizing - would rather had sex and orgy instead of focusing on the place"

"ah ok"

So there... wait.. he was amorous.. and

"Putangina!" My eyes bulged out and I was shocked of what i said. He bit my shoulder!

"Sorry... sorry"

"Please! I was not expecting you and its really bad timing"

"I told you I would be coming over. I messaged you."

"Yeah, I did but I no longer believed you. You know the story of the boy who cried wolf? That is what happened. It has been around 18 months since i met you, had messaged over PR you would come but did not, so this time, I no longer expect you to do so"

"Oh... you want me to leave?"

"Stay." Then silence.

"Can I use the computer?"

"Ok, sure, please go ahead"

He surfs while I watch Boy Abunda interviewing Dr. Margarita Holmes on TV - of course, talking about sexuality and all. Till the show finished...

"Am done. I think I should now leave."

My eyebrow arched. I have cooled down. Sure, he was an asshole but most importantly he is a prick! A gifted man with a long cock and he knows how to use it.

"Wait! You do not have to go." And I stood up to hug and insert my hand immediately in his shorts.

"Stop it! I am no longer in the mood. Best I leave, better I go"

"No... sorry... please" as my hand fondles his limp dick, definitely dead.

We had a light struggle, he does not want to stay, and I was hugging and holding his manhood. I pushed him to the bed, till he lay there. He was putting up a bit struggle, but my hands was faster - and my weight is twice of him. It was easy for me to be on top, to pin him. In an instant, I was able to open his shorts, zipped him down, and his limp dick out of his brief into my mouth.  He stopped struggling, my head already going up and down, my lips trying to lock on his shaft, my toungue playing with his head....limp.. getting desperate... but.. slowly .. so slowly he responded.. no longer struggling.. and his cock now erect! Yes! Oh dear!!!

I looked up ... then his phone rang! He answered it, and my head continued to suck him. His dick was wet with my own saliva.  I hear their conversation but still concentrated on an erection that I fought for.

"Yeah.. am still here in Pasay Libertad, but I am about to leave.. yes.. I will see you"

No way would I allow him to leave with an erection, be it a quickie.. i would have his male essence, i would have that semen of his! I would drain him!

I moved his shorts and underwear, he relented... I got access to his balls. I lick his jewels and made him moan. He was enjoying it. So I finally got his shorts down. His hand on my ass. Got the signal. I also took my shorts away. I reached for the condom and lube prepared him. I know it would be a quickie.. I dont mind... sucking him felt good, having that cock head up to my tonsils felt good, it would be better to have it inside my ass.

He pushed himself! This was one of the rare moments - I did not control my moans, I was noisy, enjoying every thrust, every push, every inch. It was a mad rush of sex, both of us still wearing t shirts.

Ohhhh.. Ahhh... He was fucking me hard. I was screaming into a pillow.  There was a slight pain for such an onslaught - but it was pleasurable. It was hurried, it was wild, it was passionate... just a hard fucking...

Hummp... hummp... shit.. fuck... ohh...

Then I felt him shudder... and be still.