Guys, here's a question that I'd like to put to you, the readers. I believe everyone has a dream guy in their heart right? What if one day, you bump into your dream guy but he turned out to be a Money Boy? Would you guys go ahead & hire him?
You guys know the saying, Resistance is Futile? That is essentially the crux of this blog entry. I've noticed this guy (picture below) who has been coming around our shores as a Money Boy for some time already. If I had a type, he would be the total fit for it. He's everything I would like my man to be; manly looking but yet at the same time, carrying a tinge of boyishness innocence mixed with a hint of bad boy arrogance. Oh gosh, everytime I look at that face, my heart just stops & misses a beat!
My Mr. Perfect
I swear, all he needs to do is look at me with his piercing stare & I would immediately turn into a blob of squishy jelly. Damn, if I had a dying last wish, I would want this guy to fuck me the whole day & I would die a happy Slut. And don't even get me started on that hot bod, the thick square pecs, the 6 pacs & those ultra droolicious Tribal Tattoos! Yeah, I know the pics could possibly be heavily photoshopped but I'm still hanging on to the last thread of hope that he won't be too far off from the pic in person.
Man Of My Dreams
Maybe it was because I didn't want to be sorely disappointed by what reality could bring me (which could happen in some cases with these Money Boys), I've held off on the urge to engage him even though I had chanced upon his profile in the gays apps umpteen times. The fear that my high expectations of this Adonis would be utterly shattered have stopped me & helped me resist him time & time again. Up until today.
Love this pic of him, he looks to be at a loss & I just wanna give him a big tight hug!
As luck would have it, I had hit the sauna in Chinatown & it turned out to be a bad night, I didn't get to have wild sex like I had hoped for so I was sexually frustrated when I left the sauna. In a last ditch effort, I turned on the gay app in my phone to check out who were around the area. And I spotted him! Dilemma ensued. I want him so bad but I don't want my dream to be dashed by the harsh reality. How?
In the end, the Horny Devil in me convinced me. No harm contacting him, meet him in person & if he's not as hot in person, you could still reject him. You are so near to each other now! I envisioned the Devil whispering these words into my ears.
With that, I picked up the phone once again & I said Hi. The reply from him came back fairly quickly & soon we were in a deal making mode. I told him that he would only have a deal if he came down to meet me but for some reason, he was quite reluctant. An alarm went off in my head! Gosh, please please don't let him turn out to be a fake.
In the end, we made a truce to meet halfway. I would take the lift up & he would meet me at the lift landing. I didn't have enough cash with me so I texted him back that I would need time to find an ATM. He replied to say that I could call him direct on his mobile when I'm done. So I did that & dialed his number. That was the 1st time I heard his voice & man, it got my horny juices flowing just from hearing it. His voice was deep & manly but it did not sound harsh like most China man when they speak. In fact, there was a tenderness in his delivery & I was immediately attracted to that voice.
With abated breath, I took the lift up to the level where his apartment was & called again just to hear that sexy voice. He picked up, said he would be on his way out & within 30 secs I saw a silhouette waving to me some 50 meters away. From the outline, it does look like him so I approached him. As I got nearer, I silently heaved a big sigh of relief cos' it was really him; my Dream Guy!
Because the deal was struck via the chat earlier on, it was all down to business right away as soon as the door closed on his room. He stripped down to his birthday suit as did myself. In person, he's shorter; probably around 1.72m. His bod was also not as toned as the pic on his profile suggest but it worked to my favour as I've always had a penchant for guys on the meatier end. His limp cock is as handsome as the owner. It was already looking very thick & nearly 5 inches in its unaroused state. Glee!
I had negotiated for a massage to be done first & so we proceeded to do that. Just before he began the massage, I couldn't resist but snapped him with my phone, which resulted in the pic below:
Still a Hot Bod in my Eyes
As with the case of these Money Boys hook up, the massage is not the highlight of the session. It's just this Slut's way of getting more bang out of the cash transacted. His massage skills were mediocre if you asked me. But fortunately, he was really co-operative & did everything I asked him to do.
Then it was down to the real thing. I was still on my stomach, lying on the bed; he started to lay on top of me & began to grind his cock on my buns and his boner got stiff very quickly. Soon he was poking dangerously near my hole. I reached back to have a feel of his cum provider & I was totally satisfied with how hefty it felt in my palm. Curious to see how his cock looks like in its full glory, I turned around & a gorgeous 7 incher met my eyes. OMG, how blessed is this guy? He's got the looks, a sexy baritone voice, a nice enough bod which has the potential to be great & such a suckable beautiful weiner! Needless to say, I went on attack mode, licking him ferociously all over, kissing him fully on his lips. He gave me full access to his bod & I helped myself. My palms were grabbing his full pecs, roaming his firm bod, caressing his well-rounded butt etc. I then went down on him, popped his wonder stick into my famished mouth & sucked as if my life depended on it. Next, I buried my face into his ball sacs, taking in his musky natural manly smell. I worshipped him like a god. He's mine for now & I made sure I devoured him.
Mr Perfect is now poised for action too. He pushed me down on to the bed, obviously ready to give me the pleasure that I was seeking. Just as he was getting ready to lube me up, I stole another shot of him & his equally stunning rod (see pic below):
Then he got to work and when I say work, he was literally working. He fucked me mechanically. He was co-operative throughout the whole ordeal, he took directions very well but there was no passion in it. So therefore it was less than perfect for me in that sense. But I don't blame him. He's probably become pretty jaded since he's been plying himself for quite some time in this trade already. Personally, I'm just happy that he didn't turn out to be a fake & I got to own this short intimate moment with him. I think if the guy is your dream guy, you'd probably could cum just by looking at him & that's what happened to me. The sight of him pumping into my wet orifice is so hot that it made me auto-cum while he was still thrusting away.
Me kissing Mr Perfect's Splendidness before it disappeared into my ravenous mouth.
Just as I was leaving, I noticed that there was a vase of flowers arranged prettily. I made a comment on it & he informed me that it was arranged by him. He then proceeded to show me some of the works he's done on flower arrangement on his tablet. He plans to quit being a Money Boy & open a flower shop. Well, I'm sure he'll become a handsome boss. All the best, my Mr. Perfect!