Friday, May 22, 2015


He messaged me via both Scruff and Grindr.

He had messaged me before, strung me along and then deleted his profile.....or blocked me. A typical flake. Still he intrigued me.

His screen name seemed to imply he did construction work. From his profile pic, one could assume this to be true.

39, maybe 5'10", 190. The hat hid the fact he shaved his head, but he had a beard and blue eye. Oh, those fucking blue eyes - but more on that later. With a little laziness on his part, that 190, could have made him soft, but he wasn' least yet. Nice arms, nice chest, nice legs. The middle might expand too easily, but who the fuck doesn't have that problem?

I was a mile away and got the invite over. There was a second guy there too. His profile was questionable, but the pic wasn't horrible. And really - the things we do when it "isn't horrible". But we know pictures lie.

When I got buzzed in and up the apartment two things were obvious:  at least one of the guys was a smoker - a heavy one. The second thing: pictures lie.

The construction guy was better looking that his profile image suggested. The other guy - well.......let's just say someone from Auschwitz is missing a prisoner. Older than his profile states - or at least looks it. Malnourished.........emaciated almost. It wasn't pretty. And it seems he was the smoker.

The building was nice but dated.........the apartment, awful. Cleaning hasn't been on anyone agenda for a while. Nor has painting. Or buying furniture after 1978.........or at least not from a Goodwill. Had it not been for the hunky guy, I'd have turned on my heels and walked.

Sometimes I hate my libido.

At least we went into the bedroom where it didn't smell quite as stale as an ashtray.

The Holocaust victim was barely there.....I think to either of us. Most of the time, he sat playing on his phone. Looking for someone better, I if he could do better, but trust me: touching him was not on my 'to-do' list. Let him be enamored of his apps.....I'm ok with that.

Construction guy had an ok dick. Maybe 5" but thick. It took a while to get it hard, but I got it there. He immediately went into a deep, growling breathing technique. An almost exaggerated ujjayi style.

He was laying back, but lifting himself up, arms behind his neck, to look down at me with those eyes. Piercing and blue - it was was hot.

Then after a few minutes of him doing this, I noticed not once did he blink and I realized: he was fucking tweaked to the max.

For all you tweakers who read me - I don't mind losing your readership when I say that - you're fucked up. I get that getting high might make your sex more pleasurable in your mind, but trust me, to the ones of us who don't party like you do:  we don't get the same thing out of it.  90% of the time you can't maintain and erection and about 99% of the time you can't get off. In your mind you think it's awesome sex.........but in reality it is horrible. Meth is playing tricks on your reality.

And your 20s might be all for experimenting, I know I did. But when you're 40 and deep into addiction - well, it's pathetic.

Anyway, I worked on his cock and balls. I even went down to his ass. I'm not scientist, but clearly someone had been there in the last few hours. As I buried my tongue, he was wet and he kind of admitted that someone had fucked him a while ago.

And that's all he wanted from me - for me to fuck him. Besides just being me and not always the ability to top, he was kind of not in a state of mind where I'd want to. Even when he sucked me, the stiffness I had while sucking him started to diminish.

He kept looking at places in the room that had no mirrors, no movement, nothing. I'm not sure if he was zoned out or seeing things. A few times he got up and went to the window, pried open some of the blinds and just stared out.  And at times while I was sucking, he'd just say "308.......308........308". 308 was the apartment number we were in, but he just kept repeating it over and over.

As I was sucking, he was right on the verge of cumming......but never sure if it was real or in his mind. I eventually got a little squirt but that was it.

I hurried and changed. He was doing the same.

The ick(ier) guy looked up from his phone and followed us to the door. It was an awkward elevator ride....and I noticed he was walking along side me to my car. He was expecting a ride. I asked where he was headed and he wanted to go with me. I told him I couldn't do that, but he pressed. I said I'd text him later and maybe we could meet up.

I'm not sure how he got to where he was going, but that really wasn't my concern.

Next time I'll know better just to cut my losses and get the fuck out of there.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Bucket List

The sex bucket list.  We all have it. Or them.

One is probably for things you want to do, but haven't done as of yet. I've got mine. Some based in fantasy, some more in reality.

Then there is the one of people you'd like to do. Actual people, not porn stars, or other celebs. But folks you've seen around town that you want to get with.

I have one of both lists, of course.

Oddly, the latter list isn't very extensive. It could be that I've "slept" with so many guys here....or that the pickings aren't really all that. Possibly a combo of.

One gent was just right at the top or top 2 of my list. We had a few discussions a few years back and always he'd back out at the last second. I suspected a drug issue, but I don't know that for sure. Of course, I thought he might be all talk too.

And then he was gone.

I was smart enough - savvy enough - to know his name, because he headed up some community events. So it was easy enough to stalk him on-line, if necessary. And while I didn't do that, it wasn't hard to find he left town.

C'est la vie.

The other guy - who has also somewhat disappeared - is a fucking hot architect. He wouldn't give me the time of day if my life depended on it. I only met him once and I commented on how much I liked his glass frames. Swear to god, he turned around and walked away. Not even a 'thanks'.

But you know - I'd still blow him.

The other day, I 'woof'd' a Scruff profile - blank pic - but who's name had 'GL' and 'Hung' in it. I mean - why NOT click on him?  He either was, or had a confidence to think he was.

He replied soon after and invited me down to his hotel. It is the new 'swanky' hotel in town. I'd been there before, but only to drink, never to a room. I knocked on the door at the appointed time and Tim (I'm not even bothering to change the name this time) opened the door.

He probably caught my double look of surprise:  one being that I didn't know it would be him. secondly that is WAS him. For about two minutes, I was waiting for him to see he made a critical error and send me on my way, but he did not.

Tim is a fucking handsome dude. Beyond gorgeous. Seriously.

6'4", 220, solid - no fat. Strawberry blonde fur on his body, and blonde blonde on top of his head. And a fucking face that would halt traffic - but in a good way. And a deep baritone voice. On top of it all - he's smart too.

And he is a dirty fucking pig.

I recall from our conversations he is just off the charts every way. There are almost no limits, no morals, driving this man's compass. It bones me up to no end. The word "taboo" come to mind.

He remembered "knowing" me and when I gave him specifics, a sneer came over his face and he felt it was comfortable enough that he could slip into his deep dark self. And I went right there with him.

Things were said that should rarely, if ever, be said in public.

He is an expert cocksucker, though not good enough to get me to cum. Not that he couldn't, but my will not to cum was much stronger. Luckily, he had a desire to fill my throat.

But before that, I wanted to eat his ass. "It's not clean", he replied. I dove in anyway.

I'll give him this, it was not clean. It wasn't horrible, but if the story of fecal matter in beards is true, they might want to consider guys like me, who put their face right into some guy's fucking fine ass.

After that, it was down on his dick, while he talked utter filth to me.

He was between a work session and dinner, so time was critical. He was all too happy to flood my mouth with his spunk. I was all too happy to swallow it.

He escorted me to the door, hoping we'd see each other before he left town.

I could have been upset that he blocked me after I left, but I wasn't. The reality was, he was leaving the state. I never thought I'd have the chance with him in the first place. The idea of me getting seconds was slim to none.

If I jacked off - Tim is someone I'd think about while stroking my prong.

Friday, May 15, 2015

2 of His. 1 of Mine.

While I have been back to the big, thick, black cock I have wrote about twice - they were just blowjobs.

And while I clearly love giving head - and especially to him - giving head can make for fairly mundane stories, even when it's great.

But this morning (yes, THIS morning), I got a message from him (I still don't have a name - so I haven't made up a fake one):

"U up for sum dick n yr hole?".

I think my reply was: 'how soon?'.  And I couldn't type it fast enough.

His was: 'now'.  25 minutes later I was knocking on his door, so he could knock on mine - the back one.

The man is seriously hot - and not just because he has a great cock. His body is nice, is face is great. And he seems nice.

I walked in, and like the last times, porn was playing. He was on his couch, stroking his dick. If it were just a blowjob I'd stay dressed. But this was to be an ass fucking, so the pants and boxer briefs hit the floor. He said, "yeah, you won't be needing those".   No, I would not.

I got down on my knees, between his legs and went to work on his cock. As big as it looked, I'm happy to say I made it bigger, thicker and meaner looking. There was a point where I kind of wondered "can I take that up my ass?".

Sure, I did before, but it was later in the evening and I had down a few glasses of wine. This was before 9:30a.  Reality was setting in - though every fiber of my being wanted that dick.

He stood me up and took me over to the arm of his sofa and bent me over.

OMG OMG OMG OMG - he seemed thicker than he had before.

I know this really not to be true, and maybe it was the new angle, but fuck he was big. Mind you, he let me do the line-up and pushing back onto his pole, but let's face it, after they're even part way in, rare is it a guy whose dick does not take over.

Now, I never said 'stop' because that's not who I am. I might have said 'hold it for a second' and he probably did, but a second isn't really a great deal of time. But once he reached around and played with my nipples, I opened up a little more and he kept sinking in.

I can honestly say I felt everything. Like last time, every nerve was on fire. I could have taken his pulse with my ass. I could feel every beat of it as it was in my ass. I know guys (including myself) say they can feel the throb of the dick as he shoots - but this was different. This was every heartbeat he had and it went through his cock into my ass.

When he'd purposefully flex his shaft as it was buried into the hilt, there was truly a pleasure-pain thing going on. It was erotically enticing.

I know it wasn't that long, but it seemed like forever before I was opened enough for him to start doing his "work".  And he did it so expertly. Still bent over the sofa, I also used my talents contracting my muscles to make him feel that ass from his end. He fucking responded positively.

I would say after 10 minutes, he just fucked harder and harder. I reached behind me and grabbed on of his nipples. I had to use my other hand to steady myself at the sofa. But that nip to finger action helped push him over the edge.

He unloaded up my ass. And he actually fucked harder. He wasn't one to just bury the dick and let the cum do its work. No, he fucked his own load into me - trying to get it deeper than it already was - which was about up to my lungs at this point.

With both of us still catching our breath, he asks, "do you want another load?".  I kind of mocked with "when?".  

And he started fucking me. He'd go deep, but he really started just teasing the head with my outer muscle. I would say in another seven minutes he was delivering another load up my butt.

While I can't tell if it was bigger, his reaction was. His vocals, his trembling - all bigger than the first time.

After he slipped out, he asked if I'd cum for him. He's asked before and while I haven't declined, I hadn't produced either. This guy was too hot to keep denying his request. His cock was still hard as we stood in front of each other as I took matters into my own hand.

Within a matter of minutes I was shooting a 19 day load onto his black cock....well....and some onto the floor. That last part couldn't be helped no matter how much I aimed. It was 19 days worth. It had to go somewhere.

And somewhere it did.

With his cock covered in my jizz, he turned me around (again) and slipped his cum covered cock up my ass. I was actually taking my own load up my own ass.

He pumped a few times, enough to clear my seed off his shaft.

I would say, he's pretty much an unflappable man, but even he was fucking turned on by the entire scene. He was in hog heaven, as was I.

Not bad for a Friday morning.....and it wasn't even 10:00a yet.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Worst Blowjob I Ever Had

......that was the text message that came to me after he left my house.

I hesitate telling you how many blowjobs I'd given this year up to this point - but suffice to say, it has been a lot.

I've always borrowed a line from Elvira when someone asked her how her head was (meaning headache), she replied, "no complaints yet".

I guess I can't say that now.

I'll be nice and say, of the few dozen blowjobs (and I'm really low balling that figure) I've given in 2015 no one has least to my face. Most have repeated, so I must be doing something right. And for all the years I've given head, I've never heard an unpleasant word.

Mind you, he was 22. I rarely go that young and I should have trusted my instincts and not extended the invite. But I was horny.

I will give him this: I certainly did not give it my all. He wasn't my first that day.......nor my second. And he was by far the worst. I had another third, but turned him away at the door, as I sucked him weeks ago and it was horrid. Well, he was horrid. I'm guessing 4 packs a day smoker. One bottle per day of cologne. Faux Tommy Bahama shirts and lots of gold chains. Add to that 2" smaller than he claims - and he only claims 6.......and a belly that needs to be tapped to drain 2-3 liters of fluid off it.

But besides that guy, who I didn't let cross the threshold, the 22 yo was the worst.

Let's just say, his dick was nice. 8". Black. But he never fully got hard. I tried. Honest, I tried. But he wasn't into it - wasn't into me.

I won't lie. The text stung a little - and I'm not sure WHY I cared.

Then I'm thinking, he's 22 - how many blowjobs has he really had?  I was willing to let it go, until he sent two more texts:  'can't believe I wasted gas coming over to you'  and 'now I'm stuck in rush hour traffic because of you and your bad blowjob'.

I not proud of it, but I didn't really care - and I went to his level.....and opted to respond.

"Well, I can't say I was turned on by you, so that probably had something to do with it. I totally get why you wouldn't send a pic ahead of time, because who the fuck would ever invite you over?"  and then said....

"And 215lbs?  That passed you by 25-30 lbs ago."   And then I blocked the number.

The next day I had an opportunity to suck a 9" black dick (it was maybe 8).  On the way over, honest to god, I was questioning my skills. That stupid fat fuck shook my confidence.

No need to worry. The 8"er told me before: no hands (I try not to) and wanted me to take it all - every inch when he fucked my face. He didn't want another poser. He didn't want another liar.

He fucked my face hard. I took every inch of it. I let him do what he want and my hands remained at my side.

He said he was impressed that I could do what he wanted, as most cannot.

I felt vindicated.

Friday, May 08, 2015

Hotel Bathroom Stall Suck

CLAW was officially over.

There were a few things going around, but for me, my staff was gone, my area was broken down, I even changed into somewhat presentable street clothes. I don't mind walking out to my car in leather - and a kilt, but I wasn't going directly home and where I was headed, that wasn't the proper attire.

As I sat in my area to catch my breath and look around one more time, I got hit up on Scruff. He was 300 feet away. But that could be all the way across the hotel and up a few flights. There was no use scanning right to left to see who might be who.

I had seen him a number of times over the weekend. If he thought a thing about me, he never seemed to let on. He never acknowledged my presence or anything.I assumed I wasn't his type. But I guess one can't assume that. It might be conditions on whom he was with. Or you know, this could be the pick-up after last call and you just. want. to. get. laid.

50 (though didn't even look 40), 5'10", 200 (didn't look that either), multi-racial (didn't look that either), hairy (he DID look that). Bald (or shaved) and  nice full beard. Handsome as fuck.

I cut to the chase, even though he messaged me. I had limited time since I had somewhere to be. But he couldn't host in his room as his roommates were there. I said they might enjoy watching - he claimed they wouldn't.  I told him I was sitting in a secondary lobby across from a bathroom. He said he'd be down in 5 minutes. He was.

The man was so fucking sweet too. Damn.

He leaned in and kissed me. Actually, we ended up making out for about 5 minutes. I love you can do that there - in a Holiday Inn lobby - and no one cares. Not that there were many around in this area. But still......

I said, I was going into the restroom. He finished up by saying he'd be in in a few minutes.

I had been sitting out in the lobby for 15 before he arrived and no one had gone in or out, so I was surprised to find the last stall occupied. I didn't really care, but....   So I had to take the middle. To take the nearest one would definitely show two sets of feet to anyone entering. I had barely unbuttoned my pants when he entered the bathroom, followed by him pushing open my door, stepping into the stall and locking us in.

Our lips met again. Damn, he is a fine kisser. And while that was fun and all, that is not what one goes into a bathroom stall for.

His pants opened, and so did mine.

This man had it all. A hot face. A nice guy. A good kisser. And easily 8.5 thick inches with a steep upward curve and one of the biggest heads on a cock I have seen. All wrapped up into one package. Fuck.

Unfortunately, fucking is not something we did. Thought it would have been an honor to take him up the ass and claim that I had been able to.

I slid down, sitting on the toilet and taking him into my mouth. He sighed heavily.

Where you think the upward curve would be problematic, however I was sitting on the john made it so much easier to take. I suppose if I were lower and on my knees the angle would be all off, but in this scenario, it all worked to our advantage.

While I won't say I got it all the way down - because, damn he was thick - but I did a more than admirable job. I only left less than an inch, but I wanted it all.

At this point, the guy in the next stall stirred. Allegedly, my suitor didn't seem to notice there was anyone in there. He looked panicked but I gave him a reassuring "it's ok" look and he was fine.

He stood me up and went down on me, but only by bending over. Just like his kissing, he showed his mouth is good at lots of things. I was rock hard anyways, but he did nothing to bring down the swelling. If anything, he made my shaft that much more steel-like in nature.

I did have another obligation, so my time was limited. Back to sitting, back to blowing him.

I wasn't even trying to be quiet about my slurping. If the guy next to us wanted to peek, what the fuck did I care? He was probably stroking anyways.

Then I felt my feeders hands on my head. He gripped strong and guided me faster in up and down motions. His cock was getting harder. We were nearing the end. And fuck if with all his other attributes, he didn't blow a fucking HUGE load into my mouth - and it wasn't even bitter.

Could this guy get any better?

I swallowed (of course) every drop and then cleaned off his cock from excess spit and sperm. Oh, who am I kidding, there was no excess sperm.

He wanted to see me cum. He wasn't willing, it seemed, to go back down on me, but you know how it is with some guys after they unload. They're unwilling to do a lot after that high vanishes.

Normally, I don't jack off, but I was so fucking horny and he had provided me so much in such a short amount of time - and I wanted to please and impress him. It didn't take me long.

As not to make a mess of the floor in the bathroom, I scooted back so I could shoot right into the toilet. I have to sit far back for that, since my dick would extend over the necessary area. Yes, I'm bragging a little.

And then I started to shoot.

I mentioned three posts ago that since I had not cum in so long, it is usually the second load that is greater - and I proved myself correct. I could NOT stop shooting.

Mr. Stud was duly impressed. And when he thought I was done I came more, even overshooting my target, hitting the floor near his shoes. "Oh my god, you're STILL shooting!"

Damn right.

We cleaned up a bit and walked out together. I got one last kiss and then he was gone.

(side note:  afterwards, via text, he tells me that was his first public bathroom encounter.  I know I get around, but how can that be possible?)

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Room 154

Still on the last day of the leather event.

I was back and my post and guys were trickling in from a long night doing fuck knows what. ...or who. Such is the nature of these events, to a degree.

I was in my kilt and well, guys take advantage of that to a degree. And I let them. To a degree. During a break, someone was a level below me and snapped a picture of It's a kilt, not a skirt, so I was going traditional, as I'm told the Scots would say.

So that's floating around there somewhere.

But often men would put their hands under just to check. I rarely stopped them. I chalked it up to a sales technique, but it had more to do with letting guys feel me up.

One "older" man was a little more aggressive about it. It was his first CLAW so he thought it was a great way to get to know guys. Touching them. Kissing them. He felt there were no restrictions - and while I agree there are fewer, I wouldn't say it was a free-for-all.

He touched and kissed. He caressed. He was making me hard. He was making me tent in the kilt. Going by his view, no one really cared. Some watched, others just went about their business - they'd seen it before. They'd see it again.

He wanted me to come to his room where he and his friend would be. I said I could be there in a bit, but after I got new volunteers settled. He took my phone number to text me the info. He sent a pre-emptive text...something to which I could reply.

And I did. He said they were in room 154.

254. 554 and now 154. I am thinking there might be sex gods or something, and this was no longer a coincidence.

The door was open. In the room stood the guy I made out with. I'm sure he told me his name, but I forgot immediately. This wasn't about life long friendships. He was maybe 60, 5'8, 180, grey, where he had hair. 6 fat inches.

His friend, Paul (I remembered that one), was in the chair,. 6'1", 180, a ton of dark hair and glasses. Very cute.

The bed has already been stripped as housekeeping thought they checked out. It's ok, I wasn't going to sleep anyways.

Guy 1 pulls out his cock and tells me to go down on him. Gladly. I suppose before that he felt under my kilt and got me hard again. But then I went down on him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and I bent over to take him to the root. Behind me, Paul lifts up my kilt - exposing myself to the elements and to well....Paul.

He kneels and eats my ass. He is good at it too. Not as good as I am at eating ass, but he's more than admirable. He tells someone (me? the other guy?) how great my ass tastes and what a nice butt it is. Still, I'm blowing the first guy and I hear him ask, "you need a rubber?"  Paul hesitates for a second and says, "nah".

Paul then thrusts in. One shot - all the way in. I never had even seen his dick at this point.But I felt it. Guy 1 holds me in place. Maybe they thought I'd object. I kind of hope they thought I'd object and were just taking advantage of me.

Paul would say how hairy my ass was. He had picked up my phone and started to record his in and out strokes.

It was a nice cock.

I didn't know this yet. At some point he tossed the camera to Guy 1 and he took shots from his angle.

It turns out that Guy 1 was also filming from his camera (I haven't seen his handiwork yet).

What was to be a quick bit of fun was now nearing 30 minutes. I was taking work calls while working on them.

Guy 1 came out of nowhere. I didn't know he was close. I don't think he knew he was close. It was a generous load. Lots of cum. But Paul wasn't there yet. He just kept pumping away - oblivious, or just not caring, of the two times I said, slow up a bit.

Now, I know no one is supposed to really listen to the bottom, but I was feeling a bit....ummm.....uncertain (down there), and usually it passes, but I couldn't gauge how things were. But Paul didn't care....which kind of turned me on.

He kept going until he started cumming. Paul just started shooting his load right up my ass. I was definitely moaning as he did it. Not that he was asking or looking for my approval.

When he pulled out, I slumped off the bed a little and he walked in front of me and presented his cock. I put my mouth around it and his hand went to the back of my head.

What I'm assuming was to Guy 1, were the words, "this fucker has two hot holes".

I'm not sure a higher compliment could have been paid.

As I didn't really have to dress to get out of there. I put the kilt back down, thanked them, told them I hope they enjoyed CLAW and made my way back to the area I was managing.

I never did make it to 354 or 454.  Drats.

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Room 554

"Got a morning craving there, boy.......?" was what popped up on my Recon screen.

I always have a morning craving....and usually and afternoon and evening one too. I was back to work at the leather gathering and while we had not yet opened for the morning, I had to wait a little bit of time before I could head up to see him.

I replied with, "what room #?"

I found it a little odd he was in the same room number, but different floor as my handsome stud, but I'm sure it was coincidence.

One knock and the door opened. He stood there all of 5'7", maybe 170. Stocky. Masculine. Clad in a leather cap and vest and mirrored sunglasses. Fuck I love how some guys can pull those off. He could.

His legs were thick. So was his cock.

Actually, it was thicker than it appeared in the picture he sent to entice me to come upstairs. He pretty much had me at 'boy'.

Immediately, I went to my knees. As thick as I thought the cock was, as he started to grow more, his girth expanded as well. I may have struggled for a few seconds as it got wider, but I made it to the base with little issue.

But then he wanted to lay back in the bed.

While this position might be comfortable for him and some guys might like sucking dick this way - it's not my preferred method. You either have to lay flat on your stomach - which isn't optimal or kneel and hunch over his cock.

Mind you - I don't say a thing, I just do my job. It was nice having his fat cock in my mouth and looking up into the mirrored glasses.

He asked if I kiss - and I did. I don't know why guys ask for it when they're horrible at the task. Of course, maybe they don't know they're bad. And I bet no one tells them - myself included. It's like telling an employee who works for you they have poor hygiene - there is just no good way to do it.

Anyways, it was back to blowing him, filling my mouth with his cock. He muttered things like "boy" and "cocksucker", but for a leather guy, I expected more. He seemed to be worried someone would hear him. I was afraid no one would.

I only worked on him for about 10 minutes before he gave up his load. It was sizable and good. He said it was his first load in four days. Considering this was the last day of the event, I was kind of surprised.

But I had to get back to my work, but I went back with morning protein filling my belly and still with its smell present on my breath.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Room 254

At the 30 day mark, I finally got rid of my load. And it wasn't wasted.

You've read, the last time I came, was inside the ass of a 20 year old college student. This new guy was a little older, but not by much.

I was managing an area at a leather convention in town. Under me, I had a handful of volunteers each day. Most weren't much to look at, or at least didn't pique my interest.  However, on the second day, "he" walked in.

Not surprisingly, like most people there at 9:30a, he was tired and hungover. But unlike a lot of them, he was cute...and even borderline handsome. As we had finished setting up the day before and things really didn't get rolling until noon, there was a little downtime. Instead of asking for the volunteer help, I ran around doing the little things myself - as it was just easier than explaining it and then following up to make sure it was done and correctly. But the other volunteers - all guys - chatted and seemingly got along with each other.

It should be noted, possibly, that on this day, I was wearing black combat boots, leather pants, an army green t-shirt (with full harness underneath) and a leather vest. Just for show, my leather pants were not buttoned and my zipper was no fully pulled up. I was showing skin and some pubes.

I could say it was all for luring in folks from the convention, but let's be honest, I was showing off and I wanted to attract some attention with hopes I would have time to sneak away.

At some point, I looked down at my phone to see I had two Scruff messages: one was a "Woof" and one was someone had unlocked their private pictures. Both came from the same user. When I clicked on it, the face seemed familiar, but it was the name that made me look up.

"Austin" was sitting right in front of me, looking at me looking at his Scruff profile. His images in his profile looked like a different version of him, but now seeing the real and virtual, I could see they were the same guy. He winked at me.

While this "convention", most things are not subtle in the slightest, he played it that way - and I played it right back. He had a wedding ring on his hand and I figured his husband was walking around somewhere. So I shot back at 'thx' and to tease him a bit, sent a picture of a certain body part I was thinking he wanted to see.

Yes, he added his room # to the text. I got the invite.

By the way, he besides being cute-handsome, he was 27,  5'10", 170, hairy with maybe 6.5" with an upward curve as you got closer to the tip of his shaft - or so his pictures showed. That day he was wearing glasses, making him look sexy-geeky.

Since I was his "boss" and we were slow, I was deliberately teasing him, the way my zipper would come down even more, the way I'd adjust myself just for him, the way I'd smile just for him. I was a flirt, but he made it all so easy.

His shift ended and before it did, I told him I had to get the new shift situated before I could come up. He said he could be ready at 1:30p.  At 1:40p, I sent a message that I was on my way.

I knocked, he let me in. The room was a mess. Clearly he was sharing with more than just his husband and let's face it, guys at a leather convention who've been up most of the night are just pigs. It was obvious they had not let housekeeping in - possibly for days. That is ok, it added to the ambiance.

I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, pressing my lips into his. He was a good kisser. But I was in charge. He submitted and he did it well.

Eventually, I went down to his dick and sucked it for a few minutes, but I spun him around and his hairy ass was right in front of me. I dare say, it was a younger version of my ass - it had that much fur. I spread the cheeks and dove in. He was moaning enough the housekeeping staff I passed in the hallway could probably hear him - but you have to figure they've seen and heard it all at this point.

Time, for me, was of the essence. So we had to get down to it. With only my pants half-way down, I dragged him over to the side of the bed, and had him get on his knees on the mattress. With me behind him, I lubed up and went for it. But it didn't work initially as we had to get his pants off, which meant his boots too.

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I opted not to tell him beforehand that it was a 30 day load. Guys can get turned on by that, or freaked out by it. And inevitably, the 'why so long' question comes up. This wasn't a time for conversation. It was a time for breeding.

When it was over, after the camera was off, I cleaned up. He wasn't 100% clean and profusely apologized. I kissed him and laughed. "It happens, man....don't worry."  

Sure, I like to be spotless too, but when someone sticks a cock up someone's ass, you have to deal with the reality of it all. Get over it or don't do it. It was just one more thing for the housekeeping staff to pick up and go, "ugh!".  And I'm not even sure that hand towel was the dirtiest thing in the room.

A bit further after that, I sent a follow-up message:

Can't say I didn't warn you on the question that would be coming.

But I felt he needed to know how much sperm was in him. Oddly, I know when I go this long it isn't the first round that is greatest amount, it is the second.

....but that story has yet to be told. But it will be.  Soon.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Hotel Bathroom Stall Fuck

It had been 24 days since I last came.

Yes.........let that sink in.

I often mention I rarely jack off. And even when I do, it's usually when I'm getting fucked. But the last time you heard about me ejaculating was when I fucked that 20 year old boy.

We've made plans to fuck again, but they always fall apart. I'm not holding out hope before the school term ends in a few weeks.

But I was at an event and afterward there was a guy less than 2 miles from me in a hotel.  He wanted my cock, but had no place, as his boyfriend was in their room. He suggested a bathroom near the conference area - the last stall.

I agreed. I told him to be there in 10 minutes.

...and damn if he wasn't there on time.

He didn't look anything like his picture, though he wasn't bad. And when he dropped his pants, his dick was fairly small - even with a cockring.

But he wasn't there for me to play with his cock - or suck it.

He went to his knees in the stall and sucked me for a few minutes.

But sucking was not what we were here for. At least it was not what I was here for. So I stood him up and he didn't fight me when I turned him around.

He dug the worst smelling poppers out his pocket and sniffed them, then he bent over, put his head in the corner of the door and the partition and waited. I used more of my spit as lube - adding to what he applied with his own mouth.

Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was him, perhaps it was both - but the hole was tight. Clamped down very tight.  No big worries, as I got it open enough with pressure to get the head and a few inches in.

I told him to keep quiet and thrust a few times, but still not burying my rod up his ass.

At last, I'd say I got about 80% up his hole and gave a good half-dozen ins-and-outs and he seized up and starting to pull off me at the same time. While I could have been hurting him (and kind of hoping I was.....a little), I knew exactly what was happening, even if I couldn't see it. The guy was shooting his load.

I actually fucked the load out of some guy.  Me!

But I knew I was done. I could tell. While cumming, he pulled off me. He positioned his ass just far enough away from my still rock hard dick that I knew I wasn't getting back in there - and with him having cum I'm not sure I wanted back in anyways. I didn't want him just to have to go through the motions - I wanted an engaged bottom.

Some of his sperm had made it to the white tile, but most he caught in his hand. He used that cum to coat my cock, which would have been hot for fucking lube, but he wanted to use it for jacking off lube.

I pulled his hand away and said, "I'm not here for a handjob....sorry. That's not gonna happen. " He understood. pulled up his pants and went into the next stall to get himself together. I hiked up mine and walked out of the restroom and back to my car.

He texted me via the hook-up app "Sorry. I'll make it up to you next time."

So I moved on to day 25 of no ejaculation.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Mirror Mirror

49. 5'11" 162, hairy, 6.5".   The last two parts of that description are from me. The first three are from his profile.

Handsome (more so in his picture) and thin, he was a nice guy. A seemingly nice guy. I have a feeling with more time and exploring I would find out he might not be darker, but a little more wild than mild. I like that in a guy - - button up by day, but in the confines of four walls where no one can see, he has a dirty side.

At first he was all about the kissing, but I knew that going in. For guys who are all about it, I do expect them to be expert kissers. He was best. He had a ways to go. And while I know it takes two to kiss, I DO know I'm a good kisser when it comes down to it. It's not bragging if it's true.

But slowly, shirts came off. Shoes came off. Zippers undone. I'm pretty much a Levis guy, but he was wearing Lucky Jeans so when I unzipped them, I was shown this:

I looked up to him and said, "yes......lucky me".  And then continued to pull down his jeans past his knees. Then his underwear. There I found his 6.5".....thin at that. But perfectly serviceable.

I should say, when we got into his place (well, not even his place as he was new to town and subletting it for a month until he found his own residence), he went to use the restroom. I wasn't looking to spy - I never am - but I couldn't help noticing information about his job lying around. I wouldn't have really noticed at all, except it was from one of my previous employers.

Knowing what he did - and yes, I know what he does - kind of made it a little more naughty, for me. He was blithely unaware of my new gained knowledge. But this knowledge also helped me gain a little insight into behavior too. Or I'm reading too much into too little.

Opening his pants led to me sucking him. He'd be hard, and then semi and then hard again. I wasn't sure if it was him or me, though I was pinning it on him to a degree.

He came down to my level - literally - and wanted to kiss more. And play with my nipples. He was all about my nipples and while it felt good, it wasn't making my hole twitch the way it normally does. Sure, it was responding, but maybe in general I wasn't feeling "it" with him.

He also put his mouth on my ear. And tongue in it. That is always a turn-on for me too. It makes me weak. He was good this way.

He spit in his hand and stroked my dick and it was ok, but for 4,593 time, I'm not a big jacker-offer, and I had no intention of getting off this way, not that I was in any danger of being close.

But then he looked at my balls and saw how big they were / are. They're always big, but by this time, I had not cum in 22 days. I don't really know that your balls get bigger if you haven't cum or not, but mine have always been more than ample.

He rubbed them, he caressed them. He pulled them. He looked at me when he did it and when I didn't give a negative reaction, he pulled them harder. Then harder. For a joke, I almost did a mock yawn, as if to say, "is that all you got?", but I didn't.

He lightly tapped my sac. Again, looking for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. It wasn't unpleasant, but I'm no fragile flower. He took it up a notch and then maybe five more.

This is where I could see glimmers of a potentially more wild, a more dirty, kind of guy. He went harder, and I encouraged him to. However, I didn't give all my secrets away. I didn't tell him he could be much harder. I wanted him to figure it out for himself now or if there was to be a next time. I could tell he was getting off on being what he thought was rough.

For a minute - tops - he went down on me. He was a good cocksucker, but I know he wasn't going to take anything to completion. I could see that while he liked part of it wild that he had a streak in him that wasn't going to ever put him at any kind of real risk. I also started to think he wasn't going to let me be at any kind of real risk either - which means, I wasn't going to really get the load.

I intuit well - I think - and I wasn't really disappointed this time. I was......just not with my perception skills.

As I was down on my knees, sucking him, he stepped away and started jacking his dick. He said he wanted to spray it on my chest, but I said I wanted it on my tongue.  He started to compromise and say 'face' when he took himself over the edge.

His load hit my face, a little on my tongue, some on my chest and some on my pants. It was hot - yet disappointing.

He looked down at me with a huge shit-eating grin. Then he says, "don't move" and runs off back towards the bathroom and bedrooms. I thought he was being nice and fetching me a towel. However, he comes back with a big mirror - the only one I'm assuming he owns and puts it in front of my face, to show me the amount of his load, clearly of of which he is proud.

He then holds it over my head and says, "this is the angle from which I see you".  I will admit, that he was into that aspect was kind of hot. I tossed him my camera and he was all too willing to take a few pictures of what he had done.

I asked him to scoop it up and feed it to me, but he either didn't hear me (unlikely) or unwilling to participate in an event where one of his body fluids went into me.

So I scooped it up myself and at it.

Maybe we'll do this again. Maybe not. We made zero plans. He wanted me to jack off, but I wasn't about to waste my load in that same way.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Sexy Ugly

You're familiar with the term that is the post title?

You're just not facially attractive, but still exude a certain sexiness? I could give examples but they'd be my own. "Sexy" is relative to each man - so is "ugly".

He answered my posting. 58, gym rat (clearly), 7.5". and he wanted me to be his cocksucker. And had the attached picture.

I get that guys cut off their heads because they don't want to "be known", but guys crop off their heads for other reasons. One being that you might be chased by a horseman brandishing a pumpkin who will end your life by throwing it at you as you race through the streets of Sleep Hollow.

On paper, he was great. Even in person, he had the right verbal skills to treat a cocksucker like a cocksucker. I have to admire that.

And I think in the situations it is appropriate, to look up at your feeder and make eye contact, letting them know that you know, they are superior to you.

But honestly - and I don't say this to be nasty - you want to be able to look at him. Not cringe or turn away. He would have been perfect for a gloryhole.

Still, I did my "job". He had a nice cock. A great body. A good verbal delivery. Sometimes you just can't have it all.

He shot in my mouth. He told me to swallow. And I did.

He hasn't asked to come back.   ...and I'm ok with that.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Vaseline and Cum

His cock was big and curved.  Like 8.5" big. And with the beginning of the St. Louis arch kind of curve - though in ratio to what was hanging between his legs. 

It was thick too. 

In theory, it was everything you'd want in a cock.  But theories are just unproven hypotheses. They are good, but never conclusive at to what it will be or actually is. 

It is my fault for not asking for a picture of him. Or a better picture of him. Something with mirrored sunglasses makes me throw logic right out the window. They are bad boy shades. They leave room for hotness and disconnect. They hide a plethora of sins. 

No such glasses were on when he opened the door. I could see his face for what it was - and while i'm not here to bash his looks, let's just say, I considered asking him to put the glasses on. But that would be rude. 

I also never asked about the size of his dick. No - that's a lie. He just never answered, so I wasn't expecting much. I wasn't expecting that! ^^^^^^^^^^ up there. 

He peeled down his gym shorts and "it" sprung out. I never had to look up his face again.  : )

...except that I did. He kept putting it in mine. And he was a horrible kisser. 

It was hard not to notice the lube or condoms on his bedside table. It was hard to notice that one of his lubes was vaseline, which while slick, doesn't really mesh with rubber(s). But more on that soon. 

He sat on my chest, feeding me his cock. Or trying to. It's a difficult angle at best and that is with a cock that doesn't arch up. But I'm a consummate pro, and I did a good job. Not a great one. 

I will say he wanted to sit on my cock too, but deep down, I wasn't feeling it. Neither was Bikeguy Jr., who wasn't fully rising to the occasion. I know I've fucked a few times this year, but I have to want it - I wasn't there at this time, or with this guy. It wasn't going to happen. But I had to be delicate about that, because I still wanted his cock. I didn't want to offend and be tossed out. 

He offered me lube and tossed me vaseline. I hadn't used that for decades and it oddly felt familiar and good. There really is nothing like it. 

He put on a condom and pretty sure he lubed up with the same stuff. I was going to say something, but honestly, I wanted to see how fast (or if) the rubber would deteriorate. But we never got that far. 

Maybe there was too much pressure. Maybe he wasn't into me either. Maybe he didn't have enough blood in his body to fill up that hardening cock. He was more erect than I, but not enough to do the deed. 

It was then I just went to my knees. The rubber was off by this point and I sucked like my life depended on it. His cock responded. He liked it. My lips were coated lightly, but completely. Add to that my spit as I went up and down on the shaft. 

It was all going so well when he pulled away at the last second, some cum landed in my mouth, some on my lips / face, one went to the floor my legs. I got back on it and took it all. I'm not sure why he pulled away, but I was not to be thwarted in my goal of his load. 

As I walked out of his apartment, my lips were now tasting of petroleum jelly, spit and cum. 

By the time I got to my car, he had blocked his profile from me. 

....and I totally get that. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Thick 2

I was back. But this time a little tipsy and the texts were not anything about oral.

I was at a bar with friends and got a message if I'd like to come over. Back to the big dicked man in my last post.

He greeted me at the front door and this time, I was directed upstairs. There was no play downstairs with a subsequent a trip up. This was strictly in the bedroom goings on.

All clothes were dropped as soon as we entered the bedroom. Me palming his thick fucking already hard cock and him toying with my balls for all of 45 seconds was the only foreplay there was to be.

He invited me onto his bed and I accepted.

I noticed at the bedside table there was lube. I knew where this was going. I kind of suspected anyways, so while I haven't really used poppers in the last few months, I knew that with his girth, I might need some assistance.

With the only light coming from the porn playing on the tv, I took in his beauty - and he is very handsome with a good body. The plus-sized dick is just a bonus.

I had equal amounts of excitement and apprehension about having that big, thick cock up me. Ok, maybe it was more 60/40, if I broke it down respectively.  Possibly 75/25.  

I won't lie, the booze I had just before arriving helped. I was receptive to almost anything.

There was no real foreplay other than the fondling of each other's junk. He reached for the lube. I reached for the poppers. As he was finishing coating his rod, the poppers took effect.

With him pressing his blunt head against my hole, I felt it open. I could actually feel the muscle of my hole gripping his shaft and covering it, clinging to it as he made his way in deeper. I could feel the lining of the inside of my ass grasp his cock.

I felt full, but good. And I knew he wasn't all the way in.

You know I like to have my tits played with. Some guys are better at it than others. Some really have zero skill and even if told what to do, are clumsy at best. Not this guy. Without a word, he knew exactly how to handle them.

Whatever he did to them, made my hole twitch enough and open just enough that he sunk the last thick 3" into my butt all at once.

I gasped and he stopped...for a second. I didn't gasp in pain. It was pure ecstasy. What could have been a painful fuck, was nothing short of great.

The man knows how to work an ass. While I loved sucking him, his real skill is at boning a guy's ass. Or at least mine.....which is all I really care about.

There isn't a good way to describe how great his cock felt and how good the fuck was, so I won't really try. I can't do it justice, I don' think.

At some point he pulled out and he wanted me on my knees. His cock went in much easier then, though not all the way. He did reach around to play with my nips and again, that just paved the way for the rest of him.

Granted, this way, he had a little more leverage and lot more strength in his moves. He could go deep and make me feel it. And FUCK did I feel it. Every nerve ending was on fire.  ...again, in a good way. Luckily it was a freestanding house, or his neighbors would have been on to us. They still might have been.

Don't get me wrong, I liked it this way, but this was a rougher fuck. I was still just as full.

He kept commenting on how tight I was. I (kind of) laughingly told him, his cock was so thick, everyone was tight to him. He chuckled back that this was not true. But it's safe to say I'm far from being a virgin (honest!), but there is no way he wasn't feeling tightness when buried up my ass.

For the home stretch - and we were at about the 20 minute mark now - I was back on my back. He was playing with my nipples and I reached for his. Had I known he was wired like me, I might have played with them earlier - or maybe not.

That really got him going. It also got him closer. So you can see why I wouldn't want to play with them too soon. I didn't want the fuck to end.

I know some guys love the shorter fucks, getting the load and moving on. I have those times too. But I really like taking it up the ass. And he gave it to me. But he was nearing the point of no return and I wasn't about to stop him.

He just buried in me - his dick into my ass, and his face into my neck. Breathing heavily, making non-sensical verbal noises.

It wasn't hard to milk his cock with my ass muscles. While he loosened them, he was still fairly hard and and I was still grasping every inch of his shaft.

It was more awkward pulling out of me - truly leaving me empty, except for a load he shot deep in me.

Without a doubt, it ranked up in the top 5 fucks I've ever had.

...and that's saying something.

Thursday, April 09, 2015

Thick 1

We had a few failed attempts at hooking up. One where I even got a few hundred feet from his house before he cancelled, but I could see a bunch of contract workers pulling up to his house. When is a contractor ever on tine - let alone early?

Weeks later we finally made it work. He said he was good now - and I said I needed 20 minutes to get to his place. I made it right on time.

Once into his place, he seemed familiar, but not.

5'10" maybe 180, but muscle. Black. Big dick. ....and I mean, BIG dick. I'd say 8.5", which is impressive in its own right. But it had to be at least 7" around. Not just at the base or mid - but solidly all the way down.

As I went to my knees and took it in my mouth, I had flashes of memory. I think I had done this before, but at my place. Not the act - of course, I've done "the act" thousands of times with just as many men (not even an exaggeration in numbers).

No, I'm now 97% sure I did this guy about four years ago.

Anyways, I got to his house and he was there in a t-shirt and flimsy shorts. Those came off about five feet inside the door.

Normally, I would have gone to my knees immediately, but honestly, I was just there in awe of this ebony piece of meat. It weighed so heavy in my hands. It had such heft.

But as in the job description, "some kneeling may be required for undetermined amounts of time", so to my knees I went.

I'm proud of my cocksucking skills, but I felt on this job I would be getting a 'satisfactory' not much much more. Maybe a fewer high marks for effort, but to say I struggled a bit with the size would be accurate. It was long, but it was the thickness that made it difficult to take as much (read: all) as I'd like.

Mind you, he was not complaining - quite the opposite. It's more that I thought I let myself down. However, upon further review of the evidence, I don't think I did as poorly as I imagined.

Yeah, there is still a half inch to go, but I thought I was off by closer to 2". So maybe there was a reason for his moans.

But that cock tested me. My lips were stretched. My mouth was full. It had a hard time making access to the throat. Still, I love thick. I love long, but thick is better than long usually. Long and Thick are probably the best combo. But that just sounds like I'm greedy.   .....which I totally am.

The load was good sized. A little bitter, but I don't mind that. It's the act of extraction that excites me. The cum is just - so to speak - gravy.

And I did well enough to get a callback.

But that is for a separate entry.

Monday, April 06, 2015


I am sure when it comes to sex, I've exhibited guilt afterwards in the past.

The long ago past.

Now, I might not be thrilled with some of the exploits I've had, or the men I've had them with - maybe even ashamed, but guilt? I think that part is long past.

He was here this morning, answering an ad he saw on the way into work - which makes me wonder how his driving skills are, but that's for another story, I assume.

35, married (to a woman), 6'4", 240, in shape, some scruff on his face, suit & tie guy is what he said. 8", is what he said. He got an immediate invite over.

On the way, I think he called twice to talk dirty. I was afraid he'd blow his load in his car and never actually arrive, but he did show, load intact. Actually, I saw him adjusting himself as he stepped out of the driver's door.

What he failed to mention was how incredibly fucking handsome he was.

Now, I know that is relative, but I don't see many looking at him and going, "ewwwwww". I would assume more would do double takes and follow them with their eyes, if they were to pass on the street or in a mall. Yes - THAT good looking.

And he knew how to wear a suit. So, he gets bonus points for that too.

Immediately he kicked off his shoes, took off his suit coat and pants and carefully draped them over a chair. Still wearing his purple dress shirt and a nice tie, he sat down in a chair other than the ones his clothes resided.

I went to reach for his cock, but out of nowhere - at least nothing discussed - he wanted to suck mine. Fudge!

I complied, only because I knew he wasn't going to be able to get me off and the entire talk (and ad) had been about me getting his load.

Let's just say, he is an awful cocksucker. Just horrid. I've had guys fuck me jack rabbit style in bed. I've had guys jack rabbit fuck my face before. I've never had a guy jack rabbit suck me.

I'm thinking nobody has.

Maybe his wife is really bad at it but she thinks she is really good. Maybe he thinks this is the way it is done, but that would mean he's never seen a porn movie. So, I have to believe he knew this isn't THE way.

I didn't even get all the way hard. After a few minutes he gave up and had me go down on him.

Let's start off, as handsome as he was, 6.5" does not equal 8 - even on the moon. He should be proud of what he has, because it was actually a nice cock.

I tried to show off my talents, but I should have known better. He tried to direct me with his hands to my head, and it as the jack rabbit motion I felt as he attempted to suck me. In no world can I imagine this feels good, but it was his thing. And it is always about the feeder.

He pushed me down to lick his balls, but he kept pushing.

He wanted me to go further, even scooting to the edge of the chair. This was not a guy who was going to actually ask for a tongue up his hole, but that's what I did and that's what got a delightful moan. I asked if that's what he wanted and he hissed "yessssss"  - in a purely lustful way.  So I kept at it for a few minutes.

But he was on the edge of something more than his chair. He was ready and I went down on him one more time before he shot his load.

It was a nice load. Tasty. Lots of it.

And as soon as he was done ejaculating, he literally jumped out of the chair with not a word. His pants and coat went on in record time. As he walked across the room, I swear his feet made it inside his shoes in mid-stride.

There was no eye contact or even remotely looking my way. There were no words as I let him out the door. I thanked him, of course - but there was no reply.

I'm kind of surprised there aren't tire marks on my driveway as he fled.

I've encountered post cum guilt before. Usually it is in bookstores and almost always from married guys.

Getting off is not shameful. You should be more ashamed if you can't or don't get it off.

I doubt I'll be seeing him anytime soon - if ever.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Ass Full

The ad was for a blowjob. Me giving, naturally.

Honestly, I don't know the last time I have been given head, let alone to completion. Not in 2015, that is for sure. I also have yet to jack off this year too. For long time readers, that last part should come as no shock to you.

The guy answered my ad and he was unable to travel, but I was. So to him I went.

40, 5'11", 190.  While he didn't state cock size he sent a pic.

While it looks bigger than 7.5" in the pic, it is about 7. 5". At least, that is what I would come to find out.

We went to his semi-below ground apartment, where the Price is Right was on. It was almost like visiting my grandmother - well, when she was alive. I'm not sure I've seen that show since she was alive.

But we got right down to work. Well - play.

He sat back on his sofa and I got on my knees, between his legs and went to down on him. He had a really nice cock.

It was a mouthful. And it turns out - an ass full too.

As I was blowing him, he reached down and played with my nipples.  Fuck - you know how that gets to me. But he didn' least until then.  Then he reached behind and started rubbing my ass....then down to my hole. ....and he found it.

In a matter of a minute, he was behind me, expertly eating my man hole. He was so great at it. Truly did a great job.

I never asked for it. He never asked if it was ok....and then just positioned himself and went in with his cock. I suppose me not saying a word other than "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" was kind of an indicator I was ok with just taking his cock up my ass.

He'd fuck for a while and then pull out and go back down on me, tonguing my crack and hole. It was kind of brave of him, as I didn't really prep, as the only thing we discussed was me giving head.

Normally, I would like to prepare - and usually do, on the off chance - but time was limited and it wasn't even talked about. But he'd have had to know, and he did it. Taking several breaks from fucking, actually, to munch down there.

I was appreciative.

It was back to fucking though - and he pounded the last round. It was time to do it - and he wanted it. So did I. I clawed at the couch cushions as I braced myself for the onslaught. He gave it like a man, and I took like one.

I could feel him twitch, which coincided with every moan he gave.

I walked out of there with my guts filled. He stayed behind, with lighter nuts.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Dad and Son

Rarely - and very rarely at that - I take the 'daddy' role.

You heard that 25 year old call me that a few posts ago. But I keep reminding myself why I dumped Grindr almost two years ago:  everyone is so fucking young.  Well that, and "guys" hitting me from 8000 miles away (read: bots). Both are equally annoying. Both get blocked. 

But not that long ago, a 20 year old hit me up. The pics were nice, though nothing full of his face. He had a slight build, but defined, as kids with no body fat, though no real athletic prowess behind them, seem to have. 

He was in his dorm room, killing time before his 7p class. Did I want to play? 


Of course I wanted to, but probably not like he wanted. But I put it out there, that I was looking to give head and he sent me a pic of his more than ample cock. I took that as a signal that he was ok with it all. 

He had to walk over from his dorm to my place. Of course he did - he's 20 and living off-campus of a university. It was cold, he was bundled up and looking to get warm. I gave that to him. 

Something about him being there - be it the age difference, or our height or body size, but I had this paternal feeling, in a way.  Sure, it was a dirty fatherly figure kind of thing, but I think we're all ok with that here, no? 

I grabbed him and drew him to me. With my hand behind his head, I brought him in for the kiss. It was deep, it was wet, it was powerful. 

Just like some cheesy woman's romance novel, I felt him go weak in my arm. I held him up, kept him pulled into me, not that he was trying to remotely get away. This lasted several minutes. But in that time, from the time he contacted me, to the time he walked in the door, to that kiss. The plan was off the table. 

The words, 'boy', 'son', 'dad', were uttered......possibly all by me. 

With hands on his shoulders, I guided him to his knees. To say I pushed would be to imply he wasn't willing. He was oh so fucking willing. 

I helped with the belt, he did the rest. 

For being 20, he was very very good with his mouth. He could not quite get the last inch in his mouth, but the first seven, his mouth was golden. I even placed him up against the wall, pinned between that an my thighs. He took a slow, but deliberate face fucking, but not matter how hard I pushed, that last inch wasn't going. And yes, I know I could have pushed harder. Forced more. Hurt him, even until he complied. But I didn't. 

And during this time, looking down at him, I knew exactly what I had to do.  And you know it too. 

I reached down, without a word, and eased him up from his pits. Sometime during our play, his pants were down. I had already cupped his very small but firm ass. And it was to be mine. 

He didn't fight me or protest as I turned him around at the wall. His hands went up, without me even having to say a word. And he said nothing. 

He was silent when I spit in my hands and rubbed those on my cock. He was silent when I pressed against his hole, bare as the day I was born. He said nothing when I reached for my camera. 

While he claimed to only have started getting fucked in the last year, the kid was a natural. That hole opened up for Daddy with such ease. 

It was everything you'd think of a boy hole. Tight. Warm. Willing. And just like his mouth - he knew what he was doing. He never asked me to go slower, or stop. If he didn't like anything I was doing, he never said a word. But I think he loved what I was doing. 

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As it turns out, I did not need to give him a ride to school, which must be a passage for every dad and son. He's big enough to walk there on his own.

Possibly my favorite part of the event was the text I got from him later, saying "I didn't want to interrupt your video, but you are clean, right?"

That is the sign of a good boy - rather not spoil the video I was making to ask a very important question. He knows his place.

...and he wants it again.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Return of the IT Guy

He's had me back.  Twice. 

The IT guy, that is. To me, he is incredibly hot and built. Nice arms and chest. Great legs and ass. Good ink. 

And a perfect dick. 

It doesn't hurt that he's handsome as fuck - very masculine. It is not what I'd call a pretty face, but masculine, serious and just hot. 

The first time back, his office was conducting a meeting. I'm not sure how he got out of it, but he did. And while we could not use that, he took me to the server room. 

It seemed apropos. I would be serving him there. 

Behind two sets of locked doors, the room was noisy. Tons of servers. A number of internal and external fans. I was oddly more anxious about servicing him here than in his office. There you'd hear someone approach. Here, the white noise was so loud - it wasn't really white. You'd never hear a thing until it was far too late. 

But I'm assuming it's a smaller work place and he might be the only holder of the keys, other than a security person. 

He wasn't as worried. Clearly. Not only was it his place of employment, but he had not hesitation taking off his pants completely. 

Like last time, it was me on my knees. Like last time, it was me sucking cock. Like last time, it was me munching on his butthole. 

All of it good. Great, in fact. 

There was no talking this time - not there was much last - because to have any kind of exchange would mean to raise the voice as loud as the interior noise and that just seemed risky.  But of course, I did get the load. And it was just as great as the first time. 

A week later, I was asked back. It should be noted that while I try not to contact him, the lust I feel for the man makes me break that pact. Usually he ignores me and will contact me days later if in need. I rearrange things to get there in the allotted time frame. 

This last time was back in his office. His door cracked open for me to walk in. Him closing it behind me, then to his inner office where again, his pants came off. Immediately, he was in his chair / stool, leaning back having me worship his cock. 

It's a happy place to be. 

The man is quiet. Very quiet. The only time he really says a thing is when I'm eating his ass. Or "rimming" it. 

At the first encounter, he asked if I "rim". Well of course I do, but that word  was the only thing that made me think he's not straight. Do straight man use the word "rim"?   Seriously, I'm asking? 

I've heard them tell me to eat or lick their ass, but never to rim. Of course, he's younger, so maybe the 30 year olds are more in touch with that language. 

I've tried to get him to play with my nipples, but he doesn't know what to do with them, so he does nothing. Or maybe he doesn't want to do anything with them. He's a little awkward here, so I don't know if he is straight (I kind of hope he is), inexperienced (doubtful), or shy (possible). 

I also tried to get him to talk - even a little. Asked when he came last.  He said three days prior, when he came in a girl's face, as she wouldn't take it in her mouth. 

Is it a story? The truth?  Do I care?  Should I? 

It would be very hot if it were and he just used me to get what he's not getting at home, or when he goes out to a club. 

Of course, I also got the load that time. 

.....some of which you can see above. Sorry, it's not a great shot. 

He tossed me a kleenex in case I wanted to clean up. I wasn't messy, but there was no way I was wiping any of him away. 

I walked out proudly. 

I'm hoping for a few repeats in the near future. 

Monday, March 23, 2015

Doubletree Kid


That is how old he was. Twenty-fucking-five.

But he was cute. And he was in a hotel not a mile from where I was.

Deep down, I knew what he wanted. He wouldn't say, but I've been 25 before. Many of that age like older men, and rarely are they looking to fuck a guy from a generation ahead of them.

No, I went in knowing what my role would most likely be.

He texted me to let me know when I got to the hotel. But the text came as one hand was raised to knock on the door. Fuck the texting back shit. I knocked. He opened, standing behind the door, with nary a stitch on.

His pictures were true, a rarity it seems these days.

He immediately used the 'D' word:  'daddy'.

I should have slapped him then and there.

As it is, I pulled him close to me, his naked backside to my fully clothed body. We happened to be facing the full length hotel mirror - and it looked like a good sight.

I have to say, he had the firmest and possibly highest ass I've have ever encountered. I'm not sure how many squats he's doing per day, but it works to his advantage. Being 25 helps. Genetics too, no doubt.

I bent him over his bed and got on my knees. I fucking ate that hole for all it was worth. The kid must have a line of guys waiting to fuck him. No doubt anyone would take the chance. Clearly, even I was taking opportunity this cold night.

I chuckled to myself, as his tv was on, playing one of the few 'SouthPark' episodes I've probably watched. It entailed people being abducted by aliens and being probed anally.  Which is exactly what I was going to do to this kid.

While you know he had to be a slut, he was relatively tight. And I know I'm thick, but I'm not least I don't think.

Though I didn't fuck him THAT long.


I think he was hoping for a quick pump and dump and while sometimes I work that way, sometimes I don't........or can't.  This time it was a mixture of both.

Truthfully, I would have rather had his boy cock up my ass, but I knew that was not meant to be. He was all about being the bottom.

I won't lie, I needed some of my hand to give me assistance to get me to the edge, but I punched my cock in him when I unloaded, giving him every drop I had in my balls, which was substantial.

I would have filmed that for you, but I ran out of space on my camera when I was filming the above. No worries, I cleared off my camera weeks ago to make mucho space for pics and video.

He said he wanted another go-round but never responded to me. I guess he didn't necessarily want it from me.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Almost There

The catch-phrase of many a trick.

Usually it is in reference to texting when they are on the way to a sex event. No matter how far out they are, it's always 'almost there'.

It's the "I'll be there in 5 minutes" and 22 minutes later you're still waiting. Assuming they've never read Emily Post or Ms. Manners, learning how to tell time seems to be a struggle for them. These are usually the ones who also say they have 6.5" and actually have 4".

I blame the education system.

Age has a something to do with it, but learning to tell time and good manners span all age ranges. I've had guys who are two minutes away - to never show. I secretly hope they've been in a fatal car accident. Not that they're dead, but caused it and will spend years in prison  - and that's why I wasn't getting laid. Of course the irony in that is that they're someone's prison bitch and getting it way more often now.


He was 26. 6'2", 190, black, 8".

26 is on the young side for me, but he was a mile away and the 45 yo guy who said he'd be here wasn't. Oddly enough that guy did show when the black guy was supposed to, but since he wasn't there either, I sucked his 6.5".....ummmm.....4" dick off. Yeah, he's a contractor. I hope he measures twice and cuts once.

I made haste with the contractor. And the black kid showed up 25 minutes late. A mile away. And he drove. Slowest. Car. Ever.

His pic was more handsome than his actual being. His body not seemingly as tight. He talked about liking the age difference (great?). The interracial difference.  The top / bottom difference.

When his pants were opened, I was more than worried that he'd never make it to 6", let alone 8". But with some time and my velvet mouth, he got to 8".

And he was thick. I liked wrapping my mouth around his thick shaft.

Though we never discussed what he wanted (or myself, for that matter), he brought poppers and lube. Before long, I was willingly bending over my home office desk.

I'd say he eased up me, but he didn't. Being 26 doesn't mean his style trumps his horniness. It was a solid push to the hilt, but I took it.

Fuck did I take it.  For like 25 minutes.

He didn't really have great skills. Nothing bad, but just the basics. And for a younger guy, who can usually get off at the drop of a hat, let me point you back to that 25 minutes.

There were no slow downs. No breaks. No pulling out. Well....he did pull out only to plunge right back in - to the balls.

For the last 10 of those minutes, he was all about the "almost there".  Maybe he was edging himself and lost the mojo. Maybe he was as confused to how close he was in orgasm to how close he was to arriving at my house.

I don't mind a 25 minute fuck (honest!), but mentally you get skewed when you almost thing it is over and gearing up for his load................and it doesn't show.

But eventually, if you say it enough, it will happen. And he delivered a huge load to my guts. I was happy to take it. I could feel the warmth spreading - and that doesn't always happen.

When he pulled out, it was difficult to not notice he was still hard. And I pointed it out.

That's when he told me he had another load for me if I wanted it.

Without words, I bent over the desk again and he went in. All the way in.

It was another 10 minutes of pounding And yes, another 10 minutes of 'almost there'. Then a second load, added to the first.

No plans for another get together, but you know how guys in their '20s are.

Monday, March 16, 2015


I was running errands and was near a fairly cruisy park.

Now, I'll look, but won't touch in these places. At least anymore. The sting operations are too heavy and there's too much to lose - so it's look, maybe talk, perhaps follow someone back to their place or exchange info for a later time.

It was a grey day and more traffic than one would suspect, though it was finally above 40 degrees. I think guys had pre-Spring fever. And while it was busy, there was not much to "look" at - save one. And he came around a few times before parking not far from me.

His hair was trimmed short, to the same size length of his beard, but you could tell in a few years he'd be as follically challenged as I am now. But it would work for him. It was working for him now.

After polite chit-chat, it came down to what each other was looking for. He, for the most part, was a voyeur. He liked to watch. Well, I do like to be watched, but the park and in the cars was not the place for it. And just seeing each other's dicks is so middle school (not that I ever turn down a chance to look).

Even the talk about what we like to do wasn't salacious, just a chat from two automobiles. But if he was a hot looking voyeur, I wanted something to show him. So with his email in my possession, I sent him a shot or two - as I can be something of an exhibitionist.

Against better judgment, I let him walk over to the car and see "it" in real time, of course, I asked prior to if he was a cop. He claimed not to be. He liked what he saw, but he was a voyeur and not a toucher.

Back in his car, he mentioned that his dick was not as big as mine. He also said that his ass was his best part and guys liked to see that. And of course, he had a partner. Not that that ever stops anyone. It wasn't stopping him from cruising the park and looking at a stranger's cock.

Anyway, he lived close to me, though neither of us lived close to this park. I was running errands, he was killing time before meeting friends for dinner. We eventually parted ways, me heading home, him still having more time to "look around" before his meal.

About five minutes from home he messages me, his dinner date canceled on him. While he didn't say it, he was open to meeting for watching me jack off. Not my favorite thing to do, but I DO like to be watched. And I was hoping he might cave on more. So he came over.

With just his track pants pulled down, he sported a nice hard-on under his very very very wet briefs. He was a major major leaker. The light grey had turned mostly dark in the pouch - and the surrounding area. It was kind of hot. This is a man, if he fucked, wouldn't need lube. He WAS lube.

We stood in my kitchen, and he watched me grow. "Nice" was his word of choice. If he said it once, he said it 178 times. He didn't have an expansive vocabulary, but I wasn't looking for him to improve my SAT verbal scores either.

I had forgotten about his comment on his own ass, until he brought it up again and pulled down his trackies enough to show me it.

He was not lying. It was extremely nice. Bubble, but muscle. Meaty yet firm. I could dig my face in there for two or three hours. And I said so.

He responded that his most favorite things was to be rimmed. I said mine was to rim. I offered.....he refused.  ....because he has a boyfriend.

{go ahead, roll your eyes......I'm guessing I did}

But then he turned around and showed me again. Even spreading his cheeks so I could his his very very lightly hair covered hole.

Then he said, "see.......when I bend over....." and he did, right over the counter.

I got down on one knee to take a closer look {wink!} and he jumped back.

"I really can't.........I said I had a boyfriend".


A big fucking tease.

Yet he still stroked his dick, though just barely. He reached over and grabbed a paper towel and immediately squirted a load onto it.

I had told him before that I didn't have to suck it and he could come on my outstretched tongue - never actually touching each other.

But you know......he had a boyfriend.........and couldn't.

I guess he can text a guy and show up at his house. I guess he can cruise the parks and see exposed cocks. I guess he can flaunt his ass, knowing the reaction.

The guy's a tease.  Plain and simple.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Things Take a Turn

After a few back and forth on Grindr (oh yes, I reactivated that app). He was a new face, so that intrigued me. Usually you see the same two dozen folks time and again - and they see me.

It was a relatively short back and forth and all of the sudden I was parking in front of his loft building downtown. I texted to say I was there and he headed down to meet me at the front door. He could have easily just buzzed me in, but this way he could see me at the glass door and turn around if he didn't like what he saw.

Of course, that was my take, it is nothing he said - at least out loud.

48 he was. 6'2", 198, muscular.  - so his profile state.

We had discussed blowjobs. Me blowing him. And possibly me eating his ass, as he seemed to really enjoy having that done.   ....and I don't have to tell you my proclivity to eating butthole.

I must have passed muster, as he let me in and we went to his apartment.

There was no tango, I went to my knees right there and undid his pants. And he let me. He moaned immediately as I took him into my mouth.

I didn't have much of a chance to suck him before he guided me off my knees and into the bedroom. There he sat on the edge of the bed.

I just went to my knees there and sucked his cock. He was appreciative. He was vocal. He was rock hard.

He got harder when I went down further, pulling him from behind the knees and moving his body to the edge of the bed. I think he knew what was coming then, but you never know. I dove for his ass. I did all those things I like - which turns out he loved.

Kissing. Lapping. Licking, Chewing. Drilling. I assaulted his ass - but with my soft warm tongue. He was writhing. I think I did a good job.

Well, I know I did. He mentioned to me as he was walking me out after we were through. He said he'd never had his ass eaten like that.

Maybe this is rhetorical but, do guys not like to eat ass as much as I do? Do guy who eat ass, do it just on a high level to say they've completed the task, as opposed to spending some quality time down there and really go for it?

And this is where things took a turn. Not a bad one. A little unexpected, but to be honest, I don't even know how we went from point A to point B.

Before I realized it, I was on the bed, on my back with him between my legs.

Now, I love to get fucked, but since we had limited time from contact to being there, I didn't have time to prep - as we had never discussed this as an option. Maybe he didn't care. I kind of did, but not enough to stop him........or me.

He wasn't prepared either. No lube. No rubber. Just raw hot cock and spit. You know that's not a deal-breaker for me.

Within 30 seconds, he was buried balls-deep up my ass. He just fucked and fucked. And was good at it (something no one has ever told him, according to him - again part of our convo as he showed me out.

I don't think the fuck lasted much more than five minutes. Honestly - and can I be honest here? - I worked my ass muscles with fervor to get him off quicker.

It's not that I don't like a long, hard fuck, but it kept coming back into my mind of me not being prepped and all the ick that could possibly bring.  But my technique worked and soon he was nearing his climax.

He asked if I wanted the load and I said "give me your fucking load".  He slammed more and was really vocal - but the walls had to be four feel thick so no one was hearing a thing. He was talking filth about fucking my ass and him wanting to shoot and then he just released, along with saying, "that's it, taking my filthy load.......take my fucking dirty load.".

I was so incredibly hard, you couldn't believe it. But I wasn't close. Nor did he expect me to get off it seems. The initial talk was about sucking him, getting him off. It wasn't about me.......and even though things had changed, that part he seemed to stick with.

I drove home erect for the entire 20 minute drive.

I haven't heard from him since.