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(X-rated) November 13, 2024:

We met up with Donuts’s friend simply because he was Lithuanian, figuring we would vibe over our culture. We did. We went to his place, the two of them smoked some weed while I looked over his balcony to the mountain views. Then, we went on a quick day hike as his friend shared stories of his latest cocaine bends and banging random chicks. Although he was making jokes about it I knew he was very sad/lonely inside. Takes one to no one.

Donuts took me out for a burger before he dropped me off on the highway that took me into Incline Village. I was going to head south but at the last second decided to reach out to a guy named Nolen. We had been talking for a couple of months now. He had given me a lot of helpful advice to apply to the Hayduke. He was also into rock climbing so he invited me to work on some routes if I were to pass through South Lake.

He picked me up; I greeted him with a smile and a hug. The first thing he made sure was that I was well fed and that my heart was happy. His intentions were pure. He was also obsessed with Taylor Swift so we jammed to her the whole car ride.

I begged him to take me bouldering despite the weather coming in. He found a spot close to the road just in case we needed to bail. He found a boulder, set up the ropes then taught me how to tie it onto the harness. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really care to learn. I just wanted him to do it for me as an excuse to touch me.

From there, he showed me an easy way up. I went up the hard way instead. I just wanted to climb again, something difficult for that matter. Something that brought stillness to my mind through the aching pull of my fingers. I climbed it a few different times then called it quits when I saw what appeared like a blizzard making its way in.

He took me to a local restaurant to get the perfect combo meal: hot chocolate, large Cajun fries and churros filled with something that tasted great. Then he took me to a rock climbing sesh at his local gym. It happened to be ladies night and his best friend was the teacher. He booked me a spot then I joined the group in a technique class for bouldering. I was envious of everyone’s capability to do strong climbs. I felt the weakest out of the group, but once I expressed I had only climbed for a week, the teacher said I was a strong climber. That gave me hope.

One of the biggest take-aways I received was to not put so much strain on my upper body. I tend to pull myself up with my arms when I could rather push up onto my feet. The other big thing I learned was not to give up in the middle of a climb but rather to try pulling the next big move. If I fall trying to grab the next hold, at least I fell trying something bold rather than coming back down because I told myself I couldn’t do it.

We made it back to his house and cuddled in his bed. I felt distant to make love even though I was extremely aroused. After I expressed I didn’t want to have sex, I quickly dislodged my own boundary. Something about his scent and the feeling of his cock pressed against my leg turned me on.

And his hands, oh my god, don’t even get me started on his hands. Obsession had taken over me. All day I had been watching them all chalked up, maneuvering through boulders and crimps as he lifted his body weight. I watched as the veins on his forearms throbbed, the way he tied the rope into my harness and clipped my chalk bag around my waist. That in itself sent me spinning.

We naturally began making out, which quickly turned to foreplay. I edged myself by jerking him off and watching him leak endless amounts of precum that I rubbed around his tip and frenulum.

“I love how turned on you get just by looking at my cock,” he said.

He had no idea. I was feeling soaked even before I had grabbed his cock. And by the time those rock climber hands touched my clit, I lost it. There was nothing like it. He edged me on but it didn’t last long before my pussy was throbbing and releasing endless waves of orgasmic sensations.

He fucked me until I could barely keep my eyes open, giving me water to drink rather than allowing me to take a break. He didn’t let me touch myself, not once, instead he would move my hand away and take over the job. We played for hours, then stayed up till after 3am talking about life and my favorite topic of choice: a man whom I couldn’t seem to get over.