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“Suck it.”

And down I go — in more ways than one.

As soon as Yanko, a Romani Macedonian in Skopje, made the suck command while inching his penis closer to my face, mine went limp. He was the first guy who’d gotten me out of my clothes in a month, and I was starting to wish I’d kept them on.

Sure, he had a beautiful penis, and he was understandably proud of it. But he cheated us both out of what would have been a mind-blowing c**k-blowing experience if he had just let me get to it in my own time.

By demanding blowjob after blowjob (as well as asking me to lick his ass), he turned sex with him into a chore. We were no longer two guys getting off on each other’s bodies. I was the guy keeping him hard, and he was the guy I wanted to get out of my face.

I declined his rim-job request, and soon I was over his beautiful penis, too. He’d killed the mood. Time of death: 6:02 pm.

After Yanko left, I felt kind of icky. It had been my second sexual experience in nearly three months, and it was the second one the guy had ruined with words. Although Yanko hadn’t forced me to do anything, his prodding was uncomfortable and awkward in a way that good sex never should be.

I don’t need GPS to go where I want to go in bed. Sex is not a Pilates class, though some of the positions are similar. If I want to take orders from a sexy guy while I’m hot and sweaty, I’d get a personal trainer.

Begging in the Balkans, Part One

“Come on.”

If I’d heard them once, I’d heard those two words at least a dozen times since Kan arrived at my rental apartment in Podgorica, Montenegro, about a month before I met Yanko.

He was sweet and easy on my eyes, but it was getting late, and I was feeling lazy. I wasn’t up for doing much more than kissing and cuddling, as I made clear before agreeing to let him come by. I resisted each advance to take things further.

“Come on.”

Kan first said it to persuade me to let him take off my shirt. Then he said it to get me to let him keep grabbing my crotch. Then he said it to pressure me into allowing him to remove my trousers. Then he said it to coax me out of my underwear so he could give me a blowjob.

“Come on.”

That time he said it because he was dying for me to f**k him. I had to draw the line somewhere. It was going to take a lot more than two words for that wish to be my command. At the very least, it was going to take a condom, which neither one of us had.

To Kan’s credit, he never again uttered those two words I’d come to hate. Sadly, his silence came too late.

Great first impression, meh lasting one

Kan had shown so much potential when he first walked through the front door. He was even cuter than he was in his Grindr pics and in the photos he’d sent me on WhatsApp. Plus, his semi-grasp of English was more than I’d come to expect after two days in Podgorica.

He was lovely, and he was perfectly happy to do most of the work. He didn’t ask me to reciprocate any of the blowjobs, and not once did he try to shove his ass in my face. But “Come on” after “Come on” killed the mood as surely as “Suck it” would a month later. By the time Kan’s broken record stopped playing, I was over the song and the singer’s initial appeal had dwindled dramatically. Barry White and Dexy’s Midnight Runners, he was not.

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Maybe he could have spruced up the sex script by adding new lyrics. I tried giving him the benefit of a doubt. Could “Come on” have been a Montenegrin thing? I’d heard it at least three dozen times from Senad, a Montenegrin in Sarajevo whom I’d met about a week before, as we binge-watched the final four or five episodes of Will & Grace’s ninth season.

Senad loved all the jokes, but I don’t think he actually laughed at any of them. Even when Karen and Alec Baldwin were dry-humping her butler and when Grace hooked up with a son, his dad, and his grandpa, he just said “Come on!” and slapped his leg.

Kan’s “Come on”-ing, though, got me thinking about sexual pleading. For me, each movement in the sex symphony is much better when it’s not by request.

It’s like the difference between randomly hearing a golden oldie you haven’t thought of in years during a cab ride home after a big night out and playing it yourself on Spotify. I love it when a guy fondles my nipples, but it’s way hotter when he figures that out on his own (which neither Yanko nor Kan did, by the way).

“I love it when a guy fondles my nipples, but it’s way hotter when he figures that out on his own.”

If I have to tell him that nipple play turns me on even more than blowjobs, then I wonder if he’s doing it more out of obligation than a burning desire to touch/lick/suck me there. It’s just not the same. So I never ask.

This all brings us to the magic question: When is it OK to come right out and demand what you want in bed — or beg for it, if you must? Am I demanding too much by wanting the guy on top of me, or under me, or beside me to just go with the flow?

Burak actually had the right idea when he asked me if he could kiss me half an hour into our date. He was a 23-year-old from Istanbul whom I met when we were both in Prague last December. His “Can I kiss you?” is still the sexiest thing a guy has said to me in the past year. How could I possibly say no?

I know I need to keep my expectations low when it comes to casual hook-ups, and in general, I do. I never go in looking for romance or someone with Burak’s shy appeal, but some of the best sex I’ve had in the past five years has been with guys I met online and never saw again.

The one thing each fantastic hook-up had in common was that there were no demands, no prodding involved. Before he could ask for what he wanted, I was probably already doing it.

Oh, and they all figured out the nipple thing while my shirt was still on.

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Part 7
It was a sunny, summer’s day in Newquay and Shane and Jason were sunbathing on the beach after spending the morning surfing. Shane and Jason had coordinated their shifts at the supermarket so that they could have the day off together. It was a Thursday, so they pretty much had the beach to themselves, and they’d found a secluded spot behind the sand dunes that was sheltered from the light breeze that was blowing.

“I wish we could do this every day…” sighed Shane.

“I know, right?” agreed Jason. “Surfing and sunbathing — why can’t someone pay us to do that?”

“Do you think tan lines are sexy?” asked Shane, lifting up the leg of his swim-briefs a little to check whether he had much of a tan.

“Definitely…” nodded Jason. “I love it when a guy is really tanned but then has a white ass with a really defined line where his swim-briefs have been.”

“Yeah… totally, that’s fucking hot…” agreed Shane. “But an all-over tan can be pretty sexy too — like Brazilian guys, they always seemed to be tanned head to toe.”

“How many Brazilian guys have you been with?” laughed Jason.

“None, actually…” smiled Shane. “But I’ve studied them closely online — they all seem to have all-over tans and huge cocks. So sexy.”

“Maybe we should work on our all-over tans?” suggested Jason.

“What — get naked here?” asked Shane.

“Why not?” grinned Jason. “There’s no one else around — let’s do it!”

Jason winked, undid the waist tie of his swim-briefs, hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down and off.

“Your turn!” declared Jason. Shane quickly followed suit and soon both boys were lying naked on their towels. “I like this…” giggled Jason. “Feels good to have sun on my ass. Makes me horny.”

“Everything makes you horny!” laughed Shane. “You’ve constantly got a hard-on!”

“Yup! nodded Jason. “Check it out!” Jason rolled over onto his back and proudly displayed his hard cock to Shane. Shane also rolled onto his back and grinned as his hard cock also sprang into view.

“So, are we going to just lie here with our hard cocks, or are we going to do something about it?” asked Shane. Jason rolled over on top of Shane and brought their mouths together in a deep passionate kiss, their bodies grinding together as their tongues wrestled.

“You boys want some company?” said a voice suddenly, coming from somewhere above them. Shane and Jason immediately broke off their kissing in surprise and looked up — there was a guy standing above them up on the sand dune. He looked to be in his early 40s, masculine and muscular, he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. “Don’t mind me…” smiled the guy, realising that he’d startled the boys. “Looks like you’re having fun. How about we have some fun together?”

Shane looked quickly at Jason and could see that they were both thinking the same thing.

“Sure…” grinned Shane. The guy quickly walked down the sandbank to where they were and stripped off his clothes, revealing his hairy, powerful chest, and a long, fat, hard cock.

“I’m Frank…” said the guy. “This is my cock. How about you get acquainted?” Frank put his hands on the back of Shane and Jason’s necks and bent them over to bring both their mouths down to service his hard cock.

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Shane and Jason eagerly went to work, licking and sucking, slurping up and down the shaft of the hard cock, enjoying the feeling of their lips mashing together and their tongues entwining as the hard cock pushed between their faces.

“That’s it, boys… fuck… you sluts sure now how to work a cock…” moaned Frank. “Who wants their ass fucked first?” Both Shane and Jason immediately put their hands up while continuing to suck Frank’s cock. “So you’re both little cunt-boys are you? Whores for cock?” The boys nodded happily, turned on by Frank’s domineering and aggressive attitude. “On your hands and knees — show me those fuck-holes.”

Shane and Jason quickly positioned themselves on their hands and knees on their towels on the sand. Frank used one hand on the ass of each boy, prodding and probing with his fingers.

“Fuck yeah… such sweet boy-cunts…” admired Frank. Shane and Jason kissed, thrilled at the way that their sunbathing had turned out, loving the way that Frank was toying with their asses. After lubricating and loosening the boy’s asses with his spit and his fingers, Frank arranged them so that Shane was on his hands and knees and Jason was lying on top of him — their exposed asses lined up one on top of the other. Frank lined his cock up first against Shane’s spit-slick fuck-hole pushing it forward powerfully, pushing it in all the way.

“Ungh!” grunted Shane, feeling himself filled with Frank’s cock. After a few quick, hard thrusts Frank pulled his cock out of Shane and lined himself against Jason’s ass.

“Oh fuck!” moaned Jason, as Frank slammed his cock into him.

Frank began alternating his attentions — a few thrusts into Jason and then slamming his cock into Shane, ramming his cock in and out of Shane’s boy-hole before switching back to Jason and repeating it.

“So fucking hot…” growled Frank. “Two fucking boy-cunts… sluts… whores for cock… fucking taking my cock… going to get my load… oh fuck… fuck… here it comes…”

Frank could feel the cum boiling up inside him, he was so turned on by his encounter with Shane and Jason that he knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Oh fuck yeah… get ready boys… Ungh! Fuck! Fuck!” Frank pulled his cock out of Shane’s stretched fuck-hole and sprayed a huge load of cum over both of their asses, ropes of sticky white cum coating both of their fuck-holes. “Fuck yeah…” growled Frank as he fucked his cock back into Shane, and then back into Jason, using the head of his cock to swab up the cum so that he could push it deep inside the puffy boy-holes that he’d just fucked.

Eventually, Shane and Jason disentangled themselves and collapsed down onto their towels while Frank wiped himself up, got dressed and headed off down the beach.

“That was fucking hot!” laughed Shane, wrapping his arms around Jason and pulling him close for a tender kiss.

“Totally” nodded Jason happily. “We should definitely work on our all-over tans more often!”

Riding the Waves
We’re serialising Riding the waves on Mainly Male. This is the seventh instalment.

Read earlier instalments from the story.

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