Little Red Corvette

Its been one hell of a week and Friday can't come soon enough.

Since Monday: work has been a mad house, I've made two trips to O'Reilly's to fix this damn light on my car to no avail, I got a sore throat and Nelson Mandela passed today. (It can only get better from here right?)

In the middle of scrolling through IG posts from shirtless men (do they really think their six packs are that impressive?), tributes to Mandela and pictures of the brand new Mustang, I saw a post from a "blast from the past" worth noting.

He stood out in my timeline like the shiny, red paint coat on the Mustang and is just as fast, if not more agile.

So I'm dedicated this post to him and calling him "Little Red Corvette".

At one point he was my light skinned "hot thang", with a great body, expensive tastes like a 'vette and being 10 years my senior, I'm sure he can appreciate the Prince classic just the same.

I touched on him in two earlier posts (he's the guy that introduced me to jack'd and put me on game to "J" being a big ol' raw dick lovin' bottom) and after doing some reflection on my issues with committment, he deserves a post of his very own.

After reading the complaints about being single of numerous self-proclaimed "Good Guys" in this secret facebook group on relationships I'm a member of, I started to wonder what the problem is for us.

We have the degree, check. A great career, check. A companion that shares our same interests, outlook on life and is interesting in forming a monogamous relationship? Well..that one has been elusive.

Why is that?

Do we enjoy being single, have trouble admitting that we actually want to be whores or are just challenged?

I decided that some guys are a mix of all 3 and some are just well...living for the moment.

That brings be right back to my "Little Red Corvette". He's educated (practices medicine), is in great shape (had a killer body when he was younger, but the man still got it) and a handsome face. He has a winning personality.

Alas he's single.

Prince himself couldn't have done a better job describing my hesitation to meet him on adam4adam 3 years ago, than when he wrong the lyrics to the classic song below:

"I guess I shoulda known
By the way you parked your car sideways
That it wouldn't last"
"See you're the kinda person
That believes in makin' out once
Love 'em and leave 'em fast"
"I guess I must be dumb
Cause you had a pocket full of horses
Trojan and some of them used"
"But it was Saturday night
I guess that makes it all right
And you say what have I got to lose"

I drove 15 miles to meet him (which is far to my ass today) but my 20 year-old, hot in the pants ass craved sexual attention from attractive men (I still do). Hell, isn't it extremely flattering to have an older attractive guy choose YOU to fuck his brains out?

Moments after walking in his door, I knew he was different. He spoke to me casually about my day wearing just boxer shorts as he walked around his apartment straightening up as if I had come over for an afternoon tea.

He's cool like that. Knows what he wants, but has no issue rushing the situation because he knows that you probably want it more than he does. He oozed confidence; I was swooned.

We ended up walking into his bedroom, and at that age I was still painfully awkward when I hooked up with complete strangers (those feelings are natural though; or should be at least). He also threw me off by not only delaying our encounter by at least a half an hour, he also didn't initiate the sex. Two things I was NOT used to at all.

After a few minutes stretched out on his bed with my heart pounding out of my chest and my lips pursed, I guess he felt the tension and made the first move.

He pulled my dick clean out my shorts and starting sucking me off. (FINALLY I was loosening up)

Then he complimented my size which put me back in the driver's seat of the situation.

I flipped him across me to start a hot 69, him sucking me and me eating his ass. He was clean, tight and moaning, so I knew I was going to tear his ass up.  Then things got awkward again.

I realized that my condoms and lube were in my shorts on the floor. So I had to break the mood to hop up and get them (I later learned to take them out first, avoid conversation and start getting the guts). After flipping my shorts inside out to shake out the "supplies" (I was painfully awkward and still am), I was strapped up, lubed him up and stretched him out.

After a few minutes to trying different angles doggystyle and mounting him to hit that good 'ol "second hole" (all my heavy dick guys know what happens when you do that), his legs started shaking, he collapsed on onto his stomach (THEE worst position when your dick is curved upward like mine) and started to cum.

I didn't mind because I felt like I got the job done and I'm used to not cumming since I'm so long winded. He was smiled and telling me how good it was and I kept acting bashful. Inside I was "stripper kicking" and yelling 'Whoop dere it is!', but I loved having my ego stroked.

I started to get dressed when he told me what I always hear, "I wanted you to cum". I explained how I never do and he told me to wait because he was getting prepped for round 2.  Nothing could've prepared me what for what happened next.

I started doing him again, same position and all, when he reached back and placed his fingers at the base of the condom while I was long stroking him. Naturally, the condom rolled off more and more with each pump, but I didn't stop him, I was curious to see how far he would go (plus we were both negative and I knew because "he told me he was"; don't judge me you've done it too).

I pulled out and the condom dropped to the bed leaving me with a decision; strap up or go raw.

Now I had only gone raw once before due to an accidental "breakage" (afterwards I doused my dick in rubbing alcohol in fears of an STD) so I had reason to be cautious, but I was so into him I made a split second decision to dive right back in raw.

I didn't even think twice. The next thing I knew he was riding me, taking it on his back with his feet on my chest (my favorite style of missionary) and a few more moments of sweaty raw sex ended with me cumming.

You heard me right. I raw dogged my way from being a snail in the sack to speedy gonzales and when he instructed me to pull out and shoot it on his face, I was in ecstacy.

I was in love with this dude. He was hot, smart, knew how to take dick and was "safe" even when he went raw. (boy did that send me down a slippery slope)

He asked me why I was comfortable going raw with him and I told him he was a doctor (good reasoning, much?) and I never do so I wasn't nervous. His smile made me a little nervous, but he assured me he was negative and I felt a genuine honesty from him so I didn't twice about it.

I got tested around 6 months later in my annual physical and viola, not a single STD. (See told yall I had nothing to worry about).

We hooked up 3 times after that, months apart because I lived in DC at the time, and the same actions led to the same clean results. Not smart I know, but looking back it was worth it.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago when we chatted on adam4adam about our sexual conquests in the area, I was so horny that morning that I didn't mind sharing my dirt with him and we ended up talking about some dudes that we both "knew".

In the middle of stroking myself out of sheer hornyness and the lack of quality bottoms online, I asked him why he was single.

He had it all going for him so why didn't he have a dude?

His reply took me by surprise.

"Cause I'm like you," he said. "I like sex".

At that point I have to admit I was taken a back. Like me? What does he think I am some sex-o-holic?

Granted his adam page was much cleaner than mine, which was exposing my dick being compared to various large household objects (I've even been featured on a few tumblrs and used as bait for thirsty "catfish" not to toot my own horn), but I didn't think I only wanted sex.

In fact I knew I didn't. I was in the middle of this conflicted battle over how to stop fucking everything that looked good, talked and showed me a pic of his plump ass.

 His open statement helped me make the decision to open a tab for myvidster, bust a quick nut and hit the gym that morning.

I don't think anything is wrong with him saying that and by no means am I judging him (shit I don't have room to), but I knew that I wanted to do something different and fucking like an alley cat wasn't going to help.  Choosing to abstain from some random bottom online that morning was just the challenge that would get me on that track.

Over the past 3 years of knowing him, I must say that his honesty, sexual drive and accomplishments are like walking into the looking glass. I still think he's hot, find him to be a catch, but maybe he's not ready to slow on down.

I then realized that I'm also a "Little Red Corvette" (a chocolate, shorter more awkward version, but you get the point).

Maybe not a red corvette, but a midnight blue one (the kind that almost go un-noticed, but have that slick paint that makes you do a double take. I'm dark, mysterious like the midnight blue sky; using stars, flashing in and out, to create pieces to my own puzzle.

Prince gave me a little foreshadowing in the hit saying:

"Little red corvette
Baby you're much to fast
....You need to find a love that's gonna last"

"Little red corvette
Honey you got to slow down (got to slow down)
...Cause if you don't you gonna run your Little red corvette right in the ground"


Well I don't plan on crashing mine anytime soon. I've got some ground to cover and some roads to see, no matter how many detours I take along the way to my destination.


- CGN