Thursday, September 03, 2015


I swear, the things I'll do for cock. It's almost shameful. Maybe you can even scratch the word 'almost' out of that last sentence.

He hit me up on Grindr.  That probably should have been my first red flag. But he was decent looking - even good looking, but you know, it's a profile pic, so I took it with a grain of salt.

6'2" 180, black, nice body, and a really nice looking cock.

I mean, c'mon - that is a nice piece of meat.

It didn't hurt when he started off the conversation with "I'm a top".  Well, that works for me, because I'm not.  And he was a little more than a mile away.

Unfortunately, he wasn't from this part of the area and didn't know his way around. And the area which I live isn't that easy to get around, so it complicated matters. So the second red flag should have been me agreeing to go pick him up.

I'm never a taxi service for dick. This was literally a first. Hopefully a last.

He looked a little older than his pic when I swung by to get him. I don't think we were in the car for 30 seconds (of a 2 minute ride) when he brought up that he doesn't drive, he's in recovery and living in a half-way house for recovering addicts.

.....and that was the third flag.

Still, I figured, it would be a quick romp and he'd be gone. But it wasn't.

The man knows how to fuck. I mean, really knows how to fuck.

I will admit, sometimes I am in it for the quick scene - the load collection, if you will. This one I had to earn. Though I don't know how much earning I actually did, other than be pinned between him and a desk or the floor. That black slab putting it to me - for an hour. A continual hour. No breaks.

Well, one break. To get from the desk to the floor.

Quickly cumming was not in his wheelhouse. He liked to work for it. He'd hold off - even though I begged him to cum. And I begged. Especially after 30 minutes. The cock was not really tearing me apart - though I might have told him that. Guys like to hear that, no matter how big or small they are.

I've always been pretty honest in this blog, but let's face, it, there is a time in a long long long fuck, where you start to feel unsure of that is going on down there. I felt like he was about to strike oil - or had already done so.

He hadn't, but I didn't know that and wasn't sure of that. But there wasn't any stopping him.

I suppose I could have. At one point he even gave up - but due to my telling him he was tearing me apart. But he noticed that not only did I not move from my face-down position on the floor, but that my ass even raised up a bit.

I was the guy who said 'no' but didn't mean it. I'm probably bad for all the guys who say it and actually mean it - but leave the tops thinking, "yeah - he wants it".

Another 10 minutes and he was planting his seed up my ass.

Another 5 minutes and we were not only back in the car, but I was dropping him off where I picked him up.

He messaged me on Grindr with his email address.  I erased it then blocked him.

Monday, August 31, 2015

B&W Three Way

I've been blowing 'the nerd' fairly regularly for a few weeks now. He's still nerdy, but not nearly as inexperienced as he led me to believe - or to be more accurate, that I assumed him to be.

This isn't a bad thing. I'm rarely in the mood to teach anyone anything. It is why I like men more than boys: experience. Don't get me wrong, 20-somethings are fine now and then - as you've seen here now and again.

But during these blowjob sessions, the Nerd has been dropping hints of wanting a third person with us. He has been dropping hints about tag-teaming me. Or at least spit roasting me. Or at the very least, watching me suck another guy and him.

Yeah - he might be inexperienced and just a healthy fantasy life, or he might know exactly what he's doing and up for. Still, neither of us had really acted on it, or actively looked for a third. I mean, I've only been blowing him for a month or so.

Then a three-way situation fell into our laps. Nerd was expected at 5:45p and a 36 yo black man  I was chatting with had to delay our meet-up time from 2:30p to 5:30p. I proposed to both we combine meetings. Everyone was fine with the situation. No getting pre-approval from everyone, they just all trust me. A rarity.

The Nerd showed up first. The other guy 25 minutes late. We actually did no pre-play ahead of time. He said he had to make a stop first. As it turns out, it was for condoms.

The guy had a really really nice cock.

Oddly, I don't think it was a big or as nice as the Nerd's. Still, it was a beauty.  The guy had a great body too. Just almost flawless.

I went to my knees and started sucking the Nerd. Then the new guy. Each guy inched closer to me, until both cocks were reachable.

Sure, they both went in my mouth at once, but that is only sustainable for a little bit. To make them both feel really good, I had to alternate cocks.

The Nerd had me bend over the desk and the other guy got a rubber on and tried to fuck me. Tried. As in: unsuccessful.

Like most guys I find who put rubbers on - and we've been through this - could not maintain an erection to save his life. The second the rubber came off, I got him rock hard. He put on a second rubber and - boom ! - deflated enough not to be able to work it up my hole.

I got on the desk and laid back. He walked around, placed one foot up on the desk, to position himself to be able to plunder the depths of my mouth, and he did. And I let him.

Nerd guy was between my legs, rubbing his cock, but not much more than that. I assume he was taking in the oral sights, but I couldn't see what he was looking at.

By now, the black guy was big and hard again - and there was one more rubber to try.  "Get on the floor", he instructed. He pushed my head and shoulders down, my ass was up, presenting to him. He got behind me and..................pffffffffffft.  

Flat tire. again.

I was still in position when I heard sounds of two guys doing something, but I stayed put. Still, soon, Nerd was behind me and SHOVED his big, fat cock into my ass...........and to the hilt at that. I moaned, big time, but he kept going. Not that I was moaning for him to stop, mind you. Quite the opposite.

Either he picked up on that, or just didn't care. Of course, I hope it was the latter.

What I also hoped was that the new guy was paying attention: raw riding on Nerd's part. I think he was feeling Nerd up while I got fucked, and it only took 5-6 minutes before Nerd tensed and groaned, sending his load deep up my ass.

He pulled out way way way too quickly, but I know he can be sensitive after cumming. But the black guy never took his place.  He came up to my mouth and rolled me on my back. I sucked. He'd pull out and jack. Then I'd suck. He'd jack - and we repeated.

Eventually - and not in too long of a time - he just shoved in my mouth and fed me his load.

I'm not sure he could have gotten out of their any quicker, but Nerd guy stuck for a few. He had to anyways, as his car was blocked in. We didn't really talk if it was a good or bad scene. It was kind of in between. I'm not sure any of us were fully satisfied with it - but to be honest, I think that is how 3-ways go most of the time.

I don't expect a re-grouping of these guys with me.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Double Breeding

I was all dressed up and at a meeting when I got a 'woof' on Scruff.

He was four miles away, decent body, nicely tatt'd. But by the time I had a chance to 'woof' back, he said he had someone on their way over to his hotel - and perhaps we could get together later. I figure it would never happen, so I headed home after my meeting. Of course, right before I made it home, he reached out to me. The guy he met up with got off almost immediately, leaving the woofer high and dry in terms of ejaculation - and was I free?

I told him I could meet him in an hour - and he was good with that. And an hour later, I was knocking on his hotel room door.

He answered in just a pair of briefs. I was still in my suit - minus the tie.

After a 'hello', his first words to me were 'deep kiss'.  It wasn't quite a question, as right after he grabbed the back of my head and drew me into him. The man was a good kisser. And deep. He was all in with this act.

Soon, trousers were dropped. Shirts were in a pile on the floor and the briefs kicked across the room. While we continued to make-out, his hands felt my tits (damn!) and then they found their way back to my ass. First just on the cheeks, and then, in between.

I dragged him over to the king sized bed and pulled him down while still making out. Soon enough, he was sitting on my chest, feeding me his cock.

He was a solid 7 with a curve to his left. Nice sized head. Even hard, the cock also curved down - this would be nice for the 69 we would do, or the sitting on my chest when he tried - and succeeded in - choking me with his penis.

The man liked to make me gag.  To be fair, I think he probably likes to make all his partners gag. And while his cock wasn't extra large, the curve made it easy to go past deep throating and really get lodged in your esophagus. His tight grip on my head didn't help matters - for me. It was perfect for him.

And gag I did. My deviated septum on my left nostril doesn't help matters, but this was his show - not mine. I was a just a bit player - to a degree. My eyes would water, I'd have spittle coming from the sides of my mouth, my face was flushed. It was all perfect in its own way.

He pushed me down, face down, and went back and ate my ass. It was good, but truth be told, I've had better. Still I liked his enthusiasm.

But my mouth wasn't the only place he wanted to bury his cock. "Get up on your knees".....and so I did. With just some spit on his cock, and what he left on my hole, he was soon balls deep up my ass. The man was a good fucker.  He knew how to pump. He knew how to treat a guy who'd show up in his hotel room, after being rejected shortly before. He knew what I was - and what I was there for.

I'm down with that. But you know that. You've read other entries here, right?

I'm afraid to say, he didn't last long. He tried slowing down to keep himself from cumming, but he was too far gone. He had started to withdraw and had to plunge deep to make sure I took the seeding he was wanting to give.

We lay there afterward, him almost spent. But then he went between my legs and started lightly lapping at my 'taint. Then went down to taste his own jizz in my hole.  Then he came up and kissed me so I could taste his jizz and my ass.

He started talking about his first times - which always gets me going anyways - and how now his experience would be considered taboo. I had already asked for a second go-round, but he said he wouldn't be able to get it up. Still he came to the edge of the bed and had my head bent over it - and he wanted me to clean off his cock - to really taste the cock that had just been in my ass. And I did.

The combo of the ass eating, the stories and the ass-to-mouth got him hard as hell again. He spun me around, him still standing next to the bed, my legs went up and he gave me a rough 5 minute fuck until he spewed a second load deep into my hole.

I fell right to my knees after he pulled out and he buried his cock again down my throat - a tight hold so I couldn't escape his freshly fucked dick.

It was a great meeting. I was ok to call it a day then, but he wanted me to cum.  Drats. I was hard and all, but I always want to save it - or at least not get off. It's just my place in life most of the time.

Still he wanted it and I kind of figured he had earned it - right?

I asked where he wanted it, because I was ready to do mouth or ass at that moment. But he wanted it in his face.


He didn't know what he was asking for, because he wasn't aware of how much I cum, when I allow myself to cum. And I had a good 10 day load in my nuts. I didn't tell him that either.

He played with my tits from below, his head now hanging off the bed, the same place I had been. And I didn't hold back.

Each time he thought it was the last shot, it kept coming. Or cumming. He was impressed and not even a little upset that so much had gotten in his eyes, though the majority was in his beard.

He stood up, grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me. My own cum was in my mouth, but more of it was on my beard, transferred from his very own.

I dressed, did a quick towel pass over my face, though not thoroughly cleaning it, walked to the lobby and drove away.

Saturday, August 22, 2015


I've written about him before - though for the life of me, I can't find the previous posts to link, so sorry about that.

He is gorgeous. Handsome with borderline being pretty. I'd call him "a kid", but he's 31 now. I've been hooking up with him for a few years, started at just giving him head. Now he wants me to partner with him to fuck others.

And that's all he wants me for. So there is no more giving him blowjobs or eating his hole. It's just getting head while he fucks, then switching positions.

Truth be told, I LOVE watching him fuck.

Clearly, I'm there because he likes to be watched. I'm there because I like to watch him. He has a great fuck face. The bottom never sees it because he is always behind them. But J is distant even in his fucking. He has no ability - it seems - to connect to anyone. He can't even make eye contact with me while he's pumping some guy's hole.

And I think I mentioned, when he's done, he's done. He'll wander away, or lay back on the bed to check his iphone messages. Him watching me fuck is almost never going to happen. His interest just goes to nil.

It's why I fake the orgasm more often than not when I'm there.

While you've all seen a few good fucks I've provided, overall, I'm still a bottom at heart. I don't go there to fuck, per se, but to see this guy, to watch him. I can't quite explain my fascination with him. It's not love. I'm not even sure it's lust.

It's like watching moving art. Sometimes the best part is during mid-fuck, he'll take off his shirt. 50/50 it remains on. I'm sure he's not the best top either, but his fluid body in motion, along with this face - eyes usually closed - is just something to see.

Lord, I sound like a schoolgirl with a crush.

He's never asked my name, and I only know his through some sleuthing - because I'm not entirely stupid.

He keeps me at arm's distance - and that is the closest I'd ever get. But now and again, he'll engage in conversation (via text) that makes him out to be much more experienced, and much much more filthy (not that there's anything wrong with that) than he'd ever come off to be. I know the guys with whom he associates (well I kind of know them), and I'm not talking just about me.

He has mentioned (and had over) guys whom I know to be utter pigs. Dirty pigs  -  in every sense of the word. Yet J, by all outward appearances

This last time, the guy he had over was ok. Better than most, in terms of body, but lord - what an open ass.

I hear guys talk of sloppy asses, but since I don't fuck that much, I don't know I've ever experienced such a thing. Until last week. You could drive a Yugo into this hole.

To be fair, I didn't really feel a load up in his ass, but since he was so loose, so sloppy, still I said: "you've already been fucked today".

He was a little shocked at my claim, but admitted he had been fucked by 'a daddy' earlier in the day and asked if I could still feel his load. I claimed I could - but I really don't think that the case. I was just hitting lubed up and stretched out lining of his colon.

J and I switched off a few times, but he went for it on round 4. He just unloaded his seed into this guy's ass. I got up and slipped right back in. Even in my semi-flaccid state, I could fit into the Chunnel.

J immediately lay back and started scrolling through messages on his phone, or looking for someone else / better.

I pretended to ejaculate, with the bottom telling both of us how he could feel me shooting up his ass. If he really couldn't - then he was a better actor than myself.  J never even looked up or even acknowledged any of this was still happening.

I pulled out, pulled on my shorts, and hit J's leg and said 'see ya'.  He responded with the same message and I left.

As much as I like seeing him and seeing him in action, it's a little soul crushing to keep going back. Again, I'm not sure why.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015


The Russian returned - and in less than a week.

I kind of knew he would, but I'm not as enamored of the situation, actually, the man, as I was last time.

He still looked ok. Still had a nice cock.

First off - he wanted to come by at 2p. Fine. 2p turned 4p, which turned to 5p, then 6p then 6:45p. Work, he said. I get that. The man's gotta eat, so he takes the jobs he's given when he's given them.

Between the long day of work with the possible addition of his nationality, and his what is likely chain smoking unfiltered cigarettes all day - his stench was...............unique. And pungent.

I like a degree. But something was off about this and it was not pleasant, but he was, I continued. Still, each deep throating brought me closer to his crotch and overall being. When things smell really bad, I normally breathe through my mouth, but one can't do that when it is filled with cock.

The last time he kept repeating "only women", but that seal had been broken, and probably well before me. He stepped away from my mouth and fished a rubber out of his pants.

"Fuck?" he does know more words than he's letting on.

Truth be told, I didn't really want the rubber, but truth be told, I knew it wasn't really my call. I had lube, but it wasn't really compatible with condoms. I'm guessing he didn't know that.

He expertly put the rubber on, and I expertly covered it with the lube I had. And then I bent over.

Granted, I get that condom-porn also deals with guys who take ED drugs to get and keep hard, but the majority of the time I play with a guy who puts on a rubber (or if I do), the stiffness goes away. This can't just be me - right?

Well, it was no surprise when his limper (but not fully limp) noodle just couldn't get into the hole. He kept thinking he was there, I assume, the way he humped the outside of my ass. But even then, his cock would "fall out" of the non-existent hole he was "fucking".

He was frustrated, and so was I. In my annoyance, I just muttered, "just take off the damned rubber".

He either has a better grasp on the English language than I thought, and was very quick, or he had already tossed the rubber off.

I reached around with more lube and stroked his cock - and it took almost nothing to get him back to full hardness.

Then, it was me back over the desk and him pushing past my outer muscle and deep into my guts.

It surprised me very little when he was more of a jack-rabbit fucker. Fast and Furious (there already has to be a porn version of those movies - right?). Super fast, actually.  Maybe - MAYBE - four minutes and he was screaming something in his native tongue, that had to be "I'M CUMMING".

Of course, it's just my guess. He may have been saying something vile about me.

I can live with that.

I'm not sure he could have been out of there any faster - and trust me, I was ok with that.

I got his cock. I got his load. I'm not sure there will be any repeats, but you just never know.

Monday, August 17, 2015


Not really a sex post - just a post about sex......or lack of, due to flakes.

I know we all deal with them and I really try NOT to be one. If I'm uninterested I say so, or if I see the email / text exchange going down a bad or wrong path, I quash it. The temporary sting of rejection is certainly better than the dull ache of waiting............always waiting.

I'd say for on-line hook-ups, at least for me, there is only a 15% success rate. So if you're doing the math on my blog entries, you know how many lines must be cast to actually hook something. Even the bad ones.

I have no reason for it, exactly, but I hit a breaking point the other day. I've looked back and really tried to figure out why now / why him. Nothing in his profile was so outstanding that I felt cheated out of a hot man or time. Even his second to last email had me thinking he was trying a bait and switch when he asked if I got my cock sucked, when my ad clearly said 'no reciprocation'.

Still, he said he was on his way over. 10 minutes it would take him to be here.

I think that was my breaking point though. WHY put a time table to your bullshit if it is jut that - bullshit? It's like the guys who say they're leaving and never get off their couch.

Earlier in the week a guy was 30 minutes late and I said - so you're not coming?  He said,  "I couldn't find the place."

I called him on his bullshit. I said you had a phone. You've been texting me - you couldn't have asked? You couldn't have called?  And since he had a blue text box, he was on an Apple product, and since he had my address, I knew he could Apple Map it or Google Map it.

Not surprisingly, he never replied.  Stupid gets caught in stupid.

So maybe he was also my breaking point.  So when Mr. Average (probably) who (probably) really wanted to suck my cock as opposed to getting sucked failed to show, I just dropped this email on him:

A little common courtesy goes a long way. Lack of it goes farther - just not in a good direction. 

I'll assume now that you're a half hour late that.....

1. You had a horrible horrible accident on he way over, and are pinned beneath your car w your phone just inches out of reach.  

2. You changed your mind but think only YOUR time is valuable and you're still waiting for that spine to arrive via FedEx. 

3.  All you really wanted was to suck my cock and when I said that wasn't what I was after (nor did my ad imply I was ) you decided to bail.  Again too gutless to say so.  

4. Your wife, girl / boy friend showed up and you lost internet connectivity to let me know.  

Part of me is hoping it is #1

And in reality, I REALLY hoped it was #1

Yes, it is petty, but it really came down to #2. Don't fucking waste my time and I won't waste yours. But that time is not just yours, so be a fucking human about it.

Of course, I never ever ever expected a reply. I'm not sure I wanted one. And if I did, I assumed it would be him calling me a "dick" or "asshole" - which I may or may not have coming. But hours later he actually had the balls to shoot me a message, so I'll give him that:

Yep, you are right and I am sorry. No excuse.  Inconsiderate of me and truthfully maybe a little pathological. I think I want it until I find it and then I leave people feeling helpless.  So again, I apologize 

While I don't accept the apology - and I don't - is this what it comes down to with all flakes? A pathological fear of finding what they want?

I did shoot off a message, probably too quickly, bust still meant every word of it about how he and his ilk are what's wrong with hook-up sites. Too big of pussies to put up and get off on chatting with guys but not being able to be honest about that.

There are sites if you just want to jack off to fantasies. Pay your $1 / minute, spray your seed, hang up and wipe yourself clean.

But leave me the fuck out of it.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Не говорю по английски

Allegedly that means 'no speak English in Russian. At least according to the internet.

Not unlike the Hispanic dude I let fuck me a few months ago, this dude knew little to no English.

He pulled up in a work van / truck of some type, the likes of which I have never seen. I have zero idea what kind of business for which it could be used. Not that I care - it's not like we were doing it in his truck.

When he came in, it was a lot of nodding and very little talk. I didn't realize it at first that he was Russian. Probably emigrated here not that long ago. He looked liked he was a hard worker, and he reeked of cigarettes - clothes and skin.

And while he might have only been 37, but the smoking had taken a toll on his skin. He was pre-wrinkled where he shouldn't be. He carried himself well, but when he relaxed with his shirt off, he had a little paunch - but not fat. Still he didn't look like the same guy who walked up the drive.

He had a few words of English down - 'bathroom' as he pointed to it, making me think he had to use it. I obliged.

'Only Women' where the other two he kept repeating. I wasn't sure it was a question or a statement. Either way - it was incorrect. I was there to put his cock in my mouth - so not 'only women' for me. Well, no women at all. Ever.  And he was coming to get his cock sucked, so no 'only women' for him either.

And since he was looking at craigslist M4M, it was highly doubtful I was his first. Possible, I suppose, just not probable.

The cock was nice.....and uncut.

Not just uncut but with plenty of foreskin. And veiny foreskin at that.

I am not sure I've seen such prominent veins in the actual foreskin before.

And look how tightly that skin wraps around the head, truly exposing the rim. It was so fucking hot.

I know many guys like cut or uncut - for the most part, I don't care one way or the other. I suppose it is fun to play with one like this, getting my tongue underneath the skin, tasting the trapped precum.

Language barriers or not - it seems all men understand Fellatio.

I got his body language. I understood his moans. I understood the grip on my head. I knew what he meant when he started spewing cum into my mouth.

He knew what I mean when I groaned and swallowed.

There were no need for niceties on his way out - he couldn't convey them and I couldn't understand them.

It was a blowjob. Not a United Nations meeting .

Monday, August 10, 2015

It Broke

I was looking for a fuck - and I got one.

I wish I had asked for a pic, but I rarely do - for multiple reasons. Sometimes it pays off handsomely, sometimes it just is, and sometimes you go 'ummmmmmmm' - sometimes following through, sometimes not.

The pic would have possibly reminded me I had had sex with him a decade ago. If I wrote about it then, I can't find the blog post now. But his ad said, 6' 220, muscular powerlifter.

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't - a powerlifter. He hit 220 20 or 30 lbs ago. All of it in his gut. He might be able to dead lift 430, but chances of him lifting a box of thin mints seemed to be more likely.  7" was more like 5.

Sometimes you can't win for losing. And I didn't know this until he got to the door, so, I guess I could have sent him away.

But he had a scene he wanted to play out. He asked if I wanted it raw or wrapped. I said it was up to him. He wanted the best of both worlds. Fucking me until the rubber broke - and then still finishing.

While stealthing is definitely a turn-on, as mostly a bottom, I find it difficult to do. And many tops won't really step up to that plate. So a "role play" was the next best thing, I guess.

He said he would bring the condom and that he was on his way - then sent me this picture.

I even planned to webcast this live, but that was another plan with a hole in it.

So he gets to the door, and if he remembers me or our last time, he doesn't show it, but i know and i remember it being ok because there were some firsts for me - but overall, it wasn't satisfying and he really didn't register with me on an erotic scale.  Still the door opened for him and upstairs we went.

The laptop was set-up and the web page was open. I had already put out an alert and link to the show / page via Twitter.

I dropped to my knees and sucked him through his lime green gym shorts. Then when those dropped his stupid ass jock strap / thong. I'd have shaken my head in sadness had I ever seen that in my gym locker room.

Like reverse magic, his 7" became 5. Stubby, especially seemed small when added in the gut. I'd say I don't know why I let him stay, but I probably do know why:  load collection.

I had come up off my knees for the fuck and reached into my counter drawer, "insisting" he put on a rubber. And he did. Well, technically, I did. I opened the package and rolled it on him. I turned around, he was ready to insert and BOOM - the Chaturbate screen had gone into 'warning' mode.

While the site had my documentation on file, they actually saw two people on screen (they audit? who knew??) and demanded documentation for the other person or no show.

Well - while doing the documentation isn't too too difficult, in the middle of sex, it is inconvenient at best. Still pics would have to be taken and emails sent - plus waiting time on the other side to verify and approve. I wasn't wanting this guy in my place for that long - so we opted to continue without.

I bent over for him, but had to talk him through penetration. Maybe it is my height, but guys are almost always 1-2" above entry. But with some assistance, he was in - and in to the balls.

I won't say I 'faked it', but I "ooh'd and ahh'd" at all the places I should have....and at the right times. But I can't say I was really into it. I wanted it to happen, but I wanted it to be done.

I did give him my phone (really - why is is so hard to self-film fucking?) and this is what he got.

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The video is here for all of 2 seconds of visual. The ripped condom.

In theory, the broken rubber his hotter than fuck. It isn't really real, but in certain ways it is. The guys back storying it when they see it and not read this will spring a boner and jack their dicks off to a darker encounter that they'd probably never follow through on.

That's ok. Most sex is fantasy. I often wonder what guys are thinking about when I'm blowing them and they close their eyes. I'm almost sure they are not thinking about me - and that's ok. I'm just a curious sort.

Thursday, August 06, 2015


I was sent a message: a guy was dying for some head. He was headed out to do an estimate on a job in an affluent area of town and could I meet him out at the house he was performing said estimate.

This is not my normal routine - but I wasn't far from him, as I was coming from getting off my knees at another semi-regular's house. I'm not sure why I keep going over to that guy - decent enough load, but disappointing cock - and he's just a popper pig. He takes in as much oxygen as he does "video head cleaner".

The good thing about this last visit was he had a guy working in his garage. The guy I was sucking said he could walk in at any moment and see us. I hoped he would. I told him to tell the guy he had a cocksucker, but his response was, "I don't need trouble with the police".   That I didn't get.

The guy did knock (wish he had just walked in) and they conversed out of site of me, though I sat on the sofa stroking my cock in case he did peer in. No such luck.

Anyways, so, guy #2 leaves a message as I'm blowing guy #1. I said I can be there in 15 minutes. I figure, worse case scenario is I just leave.

The neighborhood is nice, but more populated than you'd think considering the wealth and the way most of the area is - which is acres and acres per property. Somehow I arrive first, and just drive around until he tells me he is there.

Naturally, in my pea brain, I figured (hoped?) that he'd be a hot laborer, or at least a very masculine one. Once again, porn has lied to us about how these guys look and how it all plays out. Yet I fall for it every time.  B.T. Barnum was right.

He pulled up in an ancient beat-up Volvo. He looked like Sam Elliott if Sam Elliott grew his hair to his shoulders and hadn't washed it for a week.  Or as a friend said to me, "in other words....Sam Elliott".

The guy was probably close to my age but with his - I'm guessing 4 pack a day habit - he looked 15-20 years older. And since it was noon, he was well into his 2nd pack of the day. Every breath he'd take - especially the exhale - would be like me sticking my nose directly into an ashtray, even though I'm on my knees three feet below him.

So, I get there and he goes "maybe we can find a place to do this....or do it in your car."

I'm like - you don't know a place?  I thought that is why I'm here. But he'd never been to the place. He said the owners were in Vegas and he was to do some work for them. Houses were not really close, but had views over to the one we were at.

For someone who had never been there he knew his way around. We went into a gated area - he knew exactly where the latch was and how it operated. He walked over to a pool area and grabbed a float and carried it over, depositing it in front of me so I could be on my knees in comfort.

What this guy lacked in looks, hygiene and professionalism, he made up for in his cock.

When fully erect, it was a very plump 7". Nice head too.

He really enjoyed my work, but that excitement led to breathing heavy, which led to that ashtray smell.

Still, the shaft had a good angle which made it nice for deep throating and then tickling the underside with my tongue as I extracted the cock - before repeating the process.

As he said it had been "forever" since he had head, I knew he wouldn't or couldn't last long. And he didn't. Maybe 10 minutes tops.

I could feel every pulse of this shaft as he shot streams of cum into my mouth. I milked it with my jaw, but then afterwards, milked it with my hand until every last drop was out.

I thanked him, got off my knees and drove away.

Monday, August 03, 2015

A Thing

Let it be said - not every feeder can treat a guy like a cocksucker.

I've touched on this before - even the "tough" ones, the domineering Sir types, turn into some kind of high school girl after the orgasm. Or sometimes before the sex even starts.

"Lived here long?"  "What do you do?"

Great questions for a date. Shitty repartee for when one is being a hole.

There are times when guys (tops and bottoms) are almost not human. You hear someone telling you that you are "just a hole" and sometimes you need to be only that. You're a receptacle.

He came over for head. At least that's what he said. I'm not bragging (and it's not bragging if it's true), but once a guy sees my cock they usually want to play with it or suck it. I don't want them to. If I did, I'd have advertised for that or answered an ad for that activity.

The easy solution would be to keep my shorts on, I know. But there is something vulnerable about being on your knees naked servicing a guy. It puts you, and keeps you, in your place.

He made a grab for my cock, but I literally cock-blocked him. He got the message, took the hint and then took over.

He put my on my knees. He took his cock in hand and guided it to my mouth. Then his hands were on my head.

We were both there, but I was more utilitarian than human. Receptacle more than mouth. There was no conversation. There wasn't even moaning - from either of us. He was laser focused on what he came here for and what he was to accomplish.

His hips didn't necessarily move fast, but forceful and with determination. This went on for a good 15 minutes.

While he made no overtures near the end, the hardening of his cock was enough for me to know ejaculation was imminent.

And he came. Globs of sperm filled my mouth. He pulled out too and shot on my face as well. He had good accuracy, which most guys don't. It didn't hit the floor - just my face.

I leaned back to savor the sperm in my mouth and to lick around my lips, capturing some of his spewed seed.

He stood over me, shook his cock two or three times - depositing any additional strands he had left. Without saying a word, fastened his pants and zipped them up as he walked to the door and departed.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Two Times

I met him on craigslist.

On that site, I am more often bait for black guys than anywhere else. Mind you, I'm not complaining. And I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I'll post images of me - usually one servicing white cock and one servicing black.

I do this to let guys know I'm open to both without having to spell it out for them. I tend to notice that guys on hook-up sites don't really read the written component and tend to go toward the graphic portion. I can be the same way. The hottest guy out there could be a total bottom and I'll miss that part well........because he's the hottest guy out there.

He (I have no name to even make a fake name off of) is most likely straight. I get that many guys say that, and mostly I don't believe them. This one I do. And seemingly on the DL big time. But I can work with that. I actually fucking dig it too. A lot.

You know me - guys who cheat or do it on the side somehow kick it up a notch for me. And that they come to me to relieve them? Even better! I like being that chosen one.

For the last month or so - I've been helping this dude out once a week. He wants me to be "his" cocksucker - and in a way I am. I'm not only his. But I'm his only. Though he would like to see me suck others - but no one black. Just white dudes. He wants to be the only dark skinned man in the room.

He's probably 35. 5'10" 200. He is just slightly doughy. Ever so slightly. I believe that until recently he wasn't that way, but just let it slide.

His 7.5" dick makes up for it. He says it's 8.5", but it's not. He might be 7.75". It's still a very respectable cock. And it is thick.

And he always has a five o'clock shadow. Maybe a little heavier but not a full beard.

I would like for him to stand for his blowjobs, and he might start out that way, but he insists on sitting. Of course, I can work with that, but it doesn't make me feel as subservient.

The man appreciates a good blowjob. Yes, I'm talking myself up here. He says it's the best head he's ever had, so who am I to say he's wrong?

To him - I'm his "white, cocksucking faggot".  To him - "he's a got a great big nigger dick"  His words - not mine.

His cock fits nicely in my mouth. I love how it fills up the empty cavity. I can suck it for a long long period of time, but now and then, he loves it when I make a small ring of my index finger and thumb and ever ever ever so barely touch his shaft when my mouth is going up and down on that BBC. That slight touch makes him tremble even more than my mouth alone can do.

I hate having to use my hand, and it's not a full on jack-off / suck thing. It's just something for additional stimulation. And it always makes him cream - and he has huge loads.

The first time with me, I taught him to grab my throat so he can feel me swallow. I've never had to reeducate him on this. I kind of wish he'd grab tighter, but that's ok. I can deal with it as is.

The thing is - every time he cums, he remains hard. And he doesn't mind me, or stop me, going back down on him.

Actually, every time he has been with me, I've been able to milk two loads out of him and usually the second is as just as productive as the first. And oddly, the second is so much easier to obtain. This stumps me.

And oddly enough, his cock isn't sensitive after the first load, but I can't even touch it after the second.

But hey - he's mid-30s, so maybe his rebound time is good. Very good.

As of right now, I'm his white cocksucker.

Sunday, July 26, 2015


There was no other way to describe him: Nerd.

Doughy, but not overly so - still he has never seen a gym since mandatory P.E. class. He was short the slide rule and pocket protector, but everything else about him said: Dwight Schrute's brother!

And he was nervous too. I get that. A stranger's place, doing something you've probably done a half-dozen times in your life?  Everything about the guy said 'newbie' or 'inexperienced'. While I'm not a fan of virgins (I like experienced guys), I figured I could work with this. His profile said he had a great cock - but don't they all?

He was a little bowlegged and while he could get up the stairs, to the trained eye, he struggled just a bit. He was shaking a little - maybe nerves, maybe something else.

A quick feel of his crotch yielded less than stellar hopes for what he advertised. But I know guys can be growers, so I'm trying to learn not to judge too quickly. And again - the nerves!  He unbuttoned his trousers and massaged his cock through his striped briefs. I got down on my knees and gnawed just a little through the cotton. Then I pulled them down.

Well fuck!

THAT is a nice hang.  He grew to a nice 7.5" and he was thick. Beefy, if you will. And a nice big head on the end of that shaft - as you can see.

It was growing. He was getting over his nerves.  ....and then my mouth went around it.

He started shaking, but this time for a whole new reason.

He loved the feeling of my mouth on him. And yeah, I could have probably done some fast sucking job that would have gotten him off with ease, I didn't. I was slow, methodical, thoughtful and reading every sign he could provide.

I did the head. I did the shaft. I made my tongue dance all over, seeing what he'd respond to. I used my lips to caress the head and shaft too. He was in fucking heaven. While I had to believe someone had serviced his cock before, I doubt it's been often and I'm almost sure it wasn't with such intent.

I also talked to him. Making sure he felt good. Letting him participate. I know I'm totally backstorying his sex life, but I felt like no one ever had done any of these things. He got more and more comfortable with what I was doing - even putting his hand on my head - more to steady himself than to guide me, but that's ok. Being comfortable to do just that can be big. But his legs never truly stopped shaking.

I was taking the tremors as a good sign. Twice he pulled back. I asked if he was ok, but he commented he didn't want to cum. I took that as a very good sign - of what I was doing to him and his stepping up to the plate to let me know he was (somewhat) controlling his orgasm.

He told me he loved the pics I had in my CL ad, showing other guy's cum in my mouth. While I'm glad that turned him on, I was happier that he was expressing his likes.

I told him I wanted his cum in my mouth. He said he would and said he wanted me to swallow it. I assured him I would. And he said he had already cum once that day because he didn't think something like this would actually happen.

I wasn't too worried. He was in high gear - trembling and trying to hold back. He would cum - the question was how much would he have?

As it turns out, the second time of the day was more than plentiful. Well........maybe not more than - as I didn't miss anything. I got it. I held it in my mouth. And since he liked seeing the pictures of it, I opened my mouth nice and wide to show him his jizz before I let it slide down the back of my mouth and into my belly.

I told him if that's what his second load was like, the first load of the day would have been amazing.

...and yes, I would do him again in a second, nerd, or not

Thursday, July 23, 2015


I will admit, this story isn't too much different than one I posted two plus months ago.

It still stars the 8-9" thick thick thick cocked black man, who is becoming one of my all time favorites. He's subdued. Calm. Intense. Sexy. All at the same time. And he has a big cock, and knows how to use it.

You'd think it wouldn't matter, as long as he has a big cock, but not all large men can utilize their penis the right way.

The situation was the same as well. Let me rephrase - it turned out to be the same. I don't think there was any intention on our parts for it to play out in a similar fashion.

He asked me to meet him at his place at 3p. I got there on time, but he wasn't there. It turns out he wouldn't be showing for another 35 minutes, but I hung around the neighborhood, well, because I wanted his cock. Plain and simple.

He greeted me at the door with a t-shirt, shoes and socks. His shorts were off, his cock was rock hard - right there, at the door, in broad daylight. What is not to love about this man?

I walked in and wrapped my hand around it well before shutting the door. I even tugged at it, making it even more stiff than before. Off came my shoes, then my shorts and boxers. And then I was on my knees.

For some reason, he likes to sit while he gets sucked. I'd rather he stand, but clearly it is not my call - nor should it be.

At first we started the fucking part of this story with me sitting on the sofa, with my ass at the edge. This worked for a few minutes and actually felt really good for me, but I knew it was an awkward position for him, so it was back to being bent over the couch.

I'm adapting much better to him just taking my ass. Yes, I feel every part of it - and I should mention this was a day after the trucker and the two guys in the hotel room. So my ass was a little open and a little sore. Not that I told him that. Not that I care. Not that he would have either.

He went hard. He fucked like a champ - but he always does. He wasn't asking me how I felt and you know I'm ok with that. I was worried that he like it. And he did - or so he says. Hell, his cock was like steel, he was liking something.

We'd only been at it for about 10 minutes when he said he was going to cum. The words were barely out of his mouth when he buried deep and squirted his load into my guts.

He never even pulled out afterwards. His first words to me were - "want another load". It was rhetorical of course, but I answered in the affirmative.

Even with the second go-round, he only took about 6-7 minutes, commenting on his own load as lube.

Here's a quick video of him putting it to me.


I love having the second load as much as the first.

But pull out he did. And I knew what he wanted. I don't need to cum, but he really really really likes me doing it. So I did. All over his cock and his floor. I tried to aim, but's an unruly beast. I'd say 70% went on his still hard dick.

Then he just bent me over again and pushed in. He only did enough strokes to rid himself of my load - up MY ass, but when it was done, we were done.

Six loads in two days. One of them mine.

Yes, for sure, now my ass was sore.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

That Moment When......

After I finished with the hotel gang, I was about to head back to my place when I got hit up by a guy from A4A.

I've said before here, that at least in my area, A4A skews to the black population. I'm not sure why, but it does. And you've also seen here, that I'm not adverse to having "relations" with that community.

His pics did him no justice. His profile was only just ok too. If I'm being honest, it was the description of his cock being a 'hole stretcher' and him at a Pilots resting in his semi rig for a few hours before going back on the road that got my attention.

It intrigued me enough to travel 10 miles in the wrong direction.

He presented much better in person. He met me out front and we walked back to his rig.

This would be only my second encounter in an 18-wheeler. Sure, as a teen, I * might * have orally serviced a few truckers at a rest area - at once - but inside a truck is porn material. Not that sucking off three truckers isn't.

Like the last cab, it was more than a little messy, but these guys live here almost 24 hours per day. Maps (who uses those anymore?), food wrappers, half-filled bottles of water or soda. You get the idea.

Unlike the last one, he seemed to have more room behind the seats. The "bed" seemed wider. He stood in front of me for a moment and I slipped off the bed to my knees. His cock wasn't exceptionally long, maybe 5.5", but he was true to the hole stretcher thing. The shaft was wide, the head was wider. HUGE head.

He appreciated my oral skills, but that's not why he got me into his truck. And my jaw was not the hole I wanted stretched.

Of course, I lied, saying I hadn't been fucked for a while. But then, maybe 25 minutes is "a while" to some people. It's all relative, right?

The man was wide. I felt it. But I had also just been opened up pretty well by two different guys. Still, he bottomed out and still ground into me - for good measure.

We would do it in just about every position - save me sitting on his cock. There was quite a bit of room - more than you'd think - in that sleeper compartment. I was on my back at the edge of the bunk. I was on all fours. I was face down. I was on my side, with him lying behind me. All the while taking dick.

Between positions, he wanted to kiss. And like I was a 15 year old girl on a car date, he'd reach down between my legs and finger my hole. I don't how he was doing it, but I probably felt like a 15 year old girl on a car date - getting turned on and wet "down there".

And he was a talker. He tried to engage me, and to a degree he did. At one point he very lightly smacked my ass. I might have raised an eyebrow, indicating "is that all you got?".

He hit harder. And then harder. I told him I wasn't a fragile kind of guy. That was the moment just clicked for him.

He hit harder. He fucked MUCH harder. He knew I wouldn't break. He knew I wouldn't say 'no'.

He flipped me on my stomach and really put it to me. I took it like a champ......until he flooded my guts. I took all of that too.

I won't say he became apologetic after he shot his wad, but he softened......and wanted to talk some more. I get it. Being a trucker, you talk all day but on a radio. Not to humans.

I indulged him for a few, but had to get on my way. And he had to sleep. He said he'd drop me a line if he came back through this way.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Hotel Group Encounter

I had been chatting on Scruff with a handsome-ish black man. Some pictures he was very handsome, and some he was not so much. I wasn't sure how he actually looked by the images he was providing.

Even his cock pics looked a little different, but one thing was for certain was that it looked thick.

"Matt" had a nice body an wanted to get together right then, but my schedule didn't allow it. The next morning he wanted me to come by his hotel, but wanted to fuck me in the lobby restroom. I'm all for a public display like that, as you know, but then he changed his mind and told me to come up to his room.

As I pulled into the parking lot, he messages me: "there are two other guys here with me - is that ok?" Of course, I said it was.

When I knocked, he came to the door wrapped in a towel. Facially, he looked different than any other pic he sent, but still handsome. I started to walk into the room - for a second I spotted two white guys pairing off in the corner, but my guy brought me back to the bathroom area for himself to start.

He dropped his towel and he produced a nice cock for me to get on my knees for. Which I did.

We played for about 10 minutes, but I think hearing the command about "get your ass up on the bed" got the better for both of us. By the time we emerged, one guy had his cock all the way up the other guy's ass.

I finally got a look at the two. The fucker, "Brian" was HOT. Hotter than hot. The face was European - Greek ancestry perhaps? - the body was a little above average and he was sporting a wedding ring - which I love. He pulled his cock out and it was fucking nice. 8", but it was the thickness that gave me pause along with the dip downward at the base of the shaft, that went on to curve upward at the head. This could do some damage to this guy.

The fuckee, "Mark" was average. Less than. Reddish blonde hair, but chunky. His face, when I got to see it was very full. But he was face down taking the dick, and I wasn't. While we watched him fuck, I got down on my knees and stuck my tongue up the fucker's ass. He fucking moaned - I think from my tongue, but maybe from the ass he was plowing.

I went over to the sofa and blew Matt. Eventually, he got me to the bed too, perpendicular to the other couple. I had knees up on the bed, my head near the other bottom and waited to take that black cock up my ass. I didn't have to wait too long either. Soon he was balls deep.

I will totally admit to being fucked, but watching Brian do his deed - and hoping I'd get that chance. I was trying not to do a grass is greener thing, but his cock was so fucking hot and he was such a brute, it was difficult not to want it.

As it turns out, Matt slipped out of me. Semi-hard, he had already admitted to having two guys the night before (when I couldn't make it) and was a little worn out.  Brian pulled out of the other guy and walked my way.  Internally, I was going "yayyyyyyyy!" to myself.

He rubbed my ass. He squatted down to actually inspect it. I thought for a second he would lick it, but he didn't. He rubbed his thumb against my hole. Fingers were inserted. But soon he was standing behind me. And in he went. No ceremony - no easing it in. He knew what he had between his legs and he knew how to use it. He knew his skills, or he didn't care about my well being - though I think it skewed more to the former. He also had seen a big black cock just pound me so he knew I was somewhat open.

My lord that man knew how to fuck. I felt every inch of his cock and he knew it.

A few times he pulled out. At least twice just to plunge back in, but at least once to cool down. Matt said, "yeah, he's ready to shoot".  And he probably was, but he wasn't ready to just yet. That was ok, I could take a little more.

While I was getting fucked, Matt went over to fuck the other bottom. He was taking that black dick well.

But then the tops decided to switch places.  Fuck.  With Brian so close to coming at least once, I didn't want to not be the receiver or his fluid. He dove right back in, while my guy slowly inserted himself back up my hole. I think he was struggling a little with trying to stay rigid.

As it turns out, Brian fucked the load right out of the other bottom. The guy had a towel to shoot onto, but sprayed his seed all over the sheets. Somehow I was no longer being fucked and we stood along side the other top. I scooped up the spilled seed and rubbed it on the white top's dick. He just pushed me over - me taking the place and space of the former bottom.

With some cum as lube, he went in and he went in hard. Matt was now laying on the bed - perpendicular - and Brian told me to lick his balls, which I did. And I moved farther south to eat his hole too. That got both of them worked up.

It didn't take the top more than a two dozen strokes after that before I heard Matt say, "he's getting ready to shoot".  There was heavy breathing, but not announcement. Brian popped out of my ass for one stroke and one squirt then back in - this time taking me flat on the bed, his full body weight on top of me.

"Fuck boy, I'm going to push it all the way up you!".

Matt was now standing in front of me and I thought I felt something but wasn't sure. I asked what he was doing and the guy fucking me said - "he's cumming on your fucking skull!"

We all got ourselves together. This is when I finally figured out that the two tops were partners. Of course he knew when he was going to cum, they knew each other's signs.

The other bottom left first. The other two talked about how they were from Alabama and could never have a four way - that they'd just never find one especially due to one of them being black. It still amazes me people think this way.

I admitted to them that I was worried the other guy would get the loads. They both laughed and said there was no danger in that. That the other top misrepresented himself and they weren't going to reward that.

They asked if I wanted to shower or clean up. I just needed to clean drying jizz off the top of my scalp. But when I turned down the offer so clean up the ass, Brian goes - "Good - you fucking keep that load in your ass all day".

And I did - for about 11 hours.

They said they'd be back - and here's hoping. I'd love another go-round.

Monday, July 13, 2015


I'm sure I'm not the only one, but it is possible I'm in the minority.......

I can't (or very very very rarely) have sex with friends.

If I have sex with someone and we become friends, it's almost a done deal that I won't be going back to that trough to fetch "water".

If I'm already friends with them - that is the super rare occasion that it will happen. I'm zeroing in on about a half-dozen times or less in a few decades of playing where I've slept with a friend or even a semi-decent acquaintance.

I'm not sure what there is about it that is not a turn-on for me. I think if they think I'm a little slutty their opinion of me will change. As it should.

A person I know told me I should let them know exactly the kind of guy I am - you know, the kind of guy you read about here. But to me, that presents potential problems. While I hate denying the kind of guy I can be in the bedroom*, the reality of what that entails might scare them off, and more than just a bit.

And then there is the talk. Because you know they will - and they know people I know. And they know me, but they don't all know me.

Once after college, I slept with a friend. We were so drunk, but I knew it happened and we're still good friends, though it is never ever ever discussed.  Then there was the GDD incident where he snagged a guy I knew from HRC....and the gym. But I did him anyways. Haven't seen him since.

So, fast forward to present day - or earlier this week.

Another gym goer and friend of a friend has been hitting me up on Facebook. Flirting here and there. He was partnered (to an ass) and now single. I mean - flirting for months and without a lot, if any, response that way from me. But clearly, he was interested.

Now, just by somewhat knowing him, I'd have suspected he was more of a 'me' when it came to sex - and I don't mean 'pig', I meant 'bottom'.  But apparently I am wrong. And out of nowhere he sends me this pic:

It was taken real time while we chatted. He said I made him bone up.

I didn't know I was THAT good. Apparently I am.

One thing led to another and against my better judgement, I was at his place at 5p on evening. I figured it would be good or absolutely horrible - and no room for in between. At best it would be awkward.

Again, I couldn't be the verbal pig I usually am. I couldn't expect to be treated by him the way that might turn me on. There was that chance it would go back to friends and gym-goers as "that freak" - which would be totally valid, but I'd hate to find a new gym.

I was wrong - there is an in between. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't the way I'm used to.

"Jeff" was all about the kissing. I'm ok with that, but it was a little much. But that said, where does one start when you know them. Pushing them right to their knees?   Good for just a trick, but this is no man's land - at least for me.

I did whisper in his ear: "you've been thinking this was a possibility for the last 2 and one-half years". It wasn't a question. He affirmed my response.

At the point I slipped to my knees.

His dick was nice. About 7" - decent thickness, but a great big fat head.

Since I knew I was going to be doing this to him, I told him he couldn't jack off for the three days from agreement to actual meeting. I think he's a daily masturbator, so this was tough for him.

He is also a moaner, but turns out not much of a dirty talker. His cock was rock hard. No enhanced drugs, just turned on by the situation.

Personally, I like to be on my knees - for multiple reasons. Some of these, he might understand in theory, but I don't think he's the kind to degrade for a guy just being on his knees - where he is supposed to be.

He liked to be on his back or side. Many times, these aren't good angles for me in doing my best job or taking every inch. Lying down doesn't give me the access I need to utilize my tongue on the underside of a shaft. 69 can be tricky and while I didn't want my cock sucked at all, he insisted.

There was kissing between each position change. But eventually he lay back and I got his dick by lying perpendicular to his crotch. Not great, but not awful.

He was worried about coming "too soon" - though we'd been at it for 45 minutes. I don't mind lengthy blowjobs, and I knew this wouldn't be quick because he saw himself as more than a trick. That is a problem with familiarity beforehand.  With established 'relationships' it's harder to treat the guy like a cocksucker, harder for blow and go, harder to be used and kicked out.

And afterwards, you have to make small talk. As if!

For a three day load, I can't even tell you for sure if I felt him cumming. Ok....that's a lie. I couldn't feel him cum. Yes, my mouth eventually at least half-filled up, but there were no jets, nothing more than moans - no announcement of orgasm. At least the sperm didn't taste bad.

He mentioned early on that maybe this could be a FWB thing. So I know they'll be a request for a repeat and that will be the tricky part: do it and muddle through or don't - and risk hurt feelings and a mouth that talks.

Mouths should only be used for a few things - that isn't one of them.

*ok, in any room - or even outdoors!

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Double Teamed

It was a confluence that I would never have suspected.

Two "suitors"  - both wanting a three-way. Never would I have thought to bring these two together, but the timing of their requests made me rethink things.

Guy 1 - "Tom" - is a pretty regular feeder. Married, I had been sucking him most every Friday morning when he was in town. Mid-50s, 6'2", nice as can be. He really appreciates my oral services, though sometimes he does ejaculate far too quickly.

Guy 2 - no name from last year - has only been with me three times before, each one being very memorable. 6' or so himself. Very fit. Very attractive. 8" - straight shaft, beautiful cock. He's rough. He slaps. He punches. He likes treating me badly - verbally and physically.

I suppose the reason I didn't picture the two together is that one is so nice and almost vanilla, and the other one, well.......isn't. I wasn't sure how Tom would see me during or after this. But both agreed to the time. Guy 2 made himself a little later because while he said he was busy, I think he really wanted to walk in on Tom and myself already in the act.

By the way - this is just oral. As much as I'd like for more, this time, at least, was just oral.

So, there I was, sucking lightly on Tom when He came up the stairs. With his cock pulled out, he stood there watching me perform my talent on his new friend. Both greeted each other, though I never stopped my sucking.

At some point, I was pulled off of Tom's dick by Him and guided roughly to His cock. Fuck, it was nice. I love that cock. I was slapped in the face a few times, but continued on.

Tom moved closer and the heads of both dicks went in my mouth. I worked them both. I would have loved to get more of both shafts in as well, but the angle at which they stood didn't allow that. And one's shaft (His) was much thicker than the other.

I heard noise, enough so to look up with the cocks still past my lips. Both men were making out.

This played with my emotion a little. I know it shouldn't - as I wasn't there for emotion, but it still got to me a bit. First, Tom tries to kiss me now and again. He doesn't, (or can't, or won't) commit to it, so you get half-hearted kisses. He (#2) would never think of kissing me. I'm not on a level of someone he'd show that kind of intimacy.

And that's the rub. He is someone I would love to kiss. And he probably knows it. And he probably was kissing Tom - and they were both deep into it - that it was a jab at me somehow.

Of course, I could be projecting, but I think not.

Still I continued with my "work".  They'd trade off who was in my mouth. At one point He was behind me beating my back with his cock, or reaching around and playing with my tits. Tom seemed to like the show. More kissing happened - and none of it with me.

He pushed be back down on Tom's cock, as Tom leaned against the desk. I worked. Tom tried to push me off saying he was close. He told Tom to shoot it and pushed me back down. So I worked for it, though it didn't take much before my mouth started filling up with jizz.

After I showed Him I swallowed it all (Tom always knows, so it wasn't that imperative) He jumped up on the desk. Standing there, legs slightly apart, he motioned for me to get off my knees and get on his cock.

He fucked my face with abandon. I loved it. I like to think he did too.

He shot all his goo into my mouth and I swallowed like a greedy, obedient, little faggot. Which is kind of what I was.

He left first - just nodding to me. Tom got himself together, just repeating one word mostly "WOW!"

Yes - wow to the scene, but I think he was saying wow to the guy.  I was. Still do.

After the fact, I was called "adequate".

From most any other man, that would have been harsh - as I know I did a well above average job. But this guy would never pay me such a compliment. It is more important to keep me at a certain level - and at a certain distance - that I'd never truly receive praise.

At least I understand this.

Oddly, my question to Him wasn't inquiring about my skill level - just if He enjoyed Himself. Maybe He can't bring himself to say how much He liked it, because that would imply I was more than "ok".

I kind of chuckled to myself that he sent emails asking what the other guy thought, said, acted. He was in need of validation of himself.

Maybe we're not all that different.

Sunday, July 05, 2015

the Cigarman Returns

It's been seven (plus) long months, but the fucking hot, masculine, cigar smoker returned.

He's been through town, with a new job, but no time to stop. That changed last week. He stopped by in his suit, though he had taken off the tie. His tan, Italian loafers were on as he was stepping out of his car.

I met him outside, because it was not only a beautiful day, but he was hoping we'd get to play outside.

He was just as handsome as I remembered. This time, a little fuzz was starting on his face, though it probably wouldn't be there forever. And it was coming in brownish-red. He wore it well.

Like last time, as he pulled out his cigar and cutter, you could see he was already chubbed and the dick was pushing against his dress slacks. I love how just the thought of a cigar - not even necessarily with a blowjob - made him bone up.

We walked around to a private area of the yard where no one could ever see us. I stripped off my shirt. He clipped his cigar, took out his torch and singed the end of his cigar. Soon after, he put it in his mouth and fired it up.

It was a much stronger smelling cigar than the first time we met. That was ok. I got to know he was there by smell alone, though this time, I won't be smelling his scent in my home office for weeks after the fact.

He would at times during the blowjob, just tilt his head back and savor all the sensations he was feeling: mouth on his cigar (his) and mouth on his cock (mine) or maybe at his ass (again, mine!).

Like a good boy, I did go down on my knees. I ran my tongue over his recently shaved nuts - I'm guessing within a few days of stopping by.  The man has tree trunk legs and they are so fucking solid to hold on to while giving head.

"Mike's" cock isn't the largest, but it is always hard. And he knows how to use it.

He lets me do my thing - sucking, using my tongue, worshipping it. But then other times, he takes matters into his own hands and just pounds the ever loving fuck out of my face.

His hands would hold my head steady, and I'd grip his legs for support. Sometimes he'd feel my beard, sometimes not. Sometimes he'd keep his cigar in his mouth, sometimes not. We'd go through this scenario a few times during this session.

A few times, he would push me off, as he was getting too close. He wasn't even halfway done with his cigar and my deal his, my services should last as long as his smoke.

So I did turn him around and have him bend over. With his cigar parked in his jaw, I spread apart that muscle ass and dove in. He fucking moaned. He loved the heat. He loved the tongue. He loved the beard. He told me so on all of these things - as best I could hear with my heard pressed between his crack.

After that and more cocksucking. He was playing with me and his cigar. Getting it along side my cock and balls. Almost singing my nipples as he played with them - both with his fingers and cigar. There was smoke in my face, there was his spit on my body.

At one point, he was standing behind me, teasing my hole with his rock hard shaft. He was poking at it and he easily could have (and should have) gone in - but he was there to tease me and he knew it. Unfortunately, so did I, but I wanted it -and I let him know.

But we don't always get what we want.

During this, he did burn my back a little with his cigar. It was possibly accidental. It was possibly on purpose. He said it was an accident but I can't say he was extremely remorseful - and I didn't really complain as I'm not that fragile.

Soon, it was back to me on my knees.

We worked this angle for quite a while. He kept asking where did I want his load when he blew it. I kept telling him wherever he wanted it. Of course I wanted it up my ass, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. So I kind of assumed like last time it would be in my mouth.

At the last moment, he pulled out and shot it all over my face.

The load was huge. Like he had not come for weeks.

It turns out it was just cigar play excitement. He had jacked off in his hotel room earlier that morning. So, that kind of made the load that much more impressive.

I was coated - but no fears. What I couldn't reach with my tongue, he slid his cock across, smearing his own load on it and then feeding it to me. We did this repeatedly until he was satisfied that all the semen was off me and then into me.

Then he made me clean off his cock.  I should say "made me" - as I was never going to let him go without doing that. And he still had a few more hits to go on his cigar.

I did do something I don't normally do.

He wanted to see me cum. For most other men - I don't jack off, but I liked this guy. I liked the scene and I wanted to please him.  So I did.

He was more than impressed with the build up I shot all over the lawn.

Mike promises to return - and soon. That would be great. But if not - he knows I'll wait another seven months for him.

Thursday, July 02, 2015

Four on the Floor

He found me on A4A.

It's a site / app I rarely use, because it has rarely ever panned out for me. Maybe all sites do, but after you sign-out, it keeps looking like one is still signed-in for a lengthy period of time, so there are rarely any timely responses.

He was 45 (looked younger in pics and in person).  5'8" 180. 7" said he.

I asked him what he was looking for, and he replied - for 'you to be on all fours'.  I could do that.

The time and place were conveyed. He pulled up, and by the time he got to where he was going, I was on the floor, shoulders and face down, ass up. My ass would be facing the door, and the first thing he saw.

"Fuck yeah!" I heard push past his lips.

I didn't look up or back. I felt his hand on my ass. Then I heard the undoing of belts and zippers.

Not surprisingly, he didn't walk in hard. Most guys don't, as they don't know what they might be walking into. But I heard him playing with it, trying to get his staff erect. It didn't take long.

Being the kind guy I am, there was lube right next to me. Right behind me, where he'd position himself. He used it.

His entrance was clumsy. Finding the hole and jamming himself into me. And I do mean JAM. Yowza.

But after he was in, the man knew how to throw a fuck. He wasn't quick about it at all either - which I'm ok with. I know a lot of these scenes are blow and go, but he took his time, but still gave my ass thorough pounding.

He was a man of few words. Almost no words. Grunts, sure. Moans, sure. But words - I don't remember any other than 'can you lower your ass a little more?'.

There was not an even "I'm gonna cum".

All the sudden I felt a spread of warmth in my ass.

I've said it before and will again - you don't always feel that. Sometimes you don't fee them pulse and shoot, let alone the warmth of the cum. I didn't feel the pulse, but I felt the flood of seed. And he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming.

And trust me - that is not a complaint.

Maybe he'll hit me up again sometime. I'd gladly be on all fours for him again.

Monday, June 29, 2015

No Hablo Inglés

I met him on Grindr. Again, with my instincts - and knowing better, but overlooking the signs, just for cock.

His pic was ok enough. Clearly Hispanic. A little too colorful for me. Scarfs, tie-dyed tennis shoes, multi-colored cap. But I wasn't looking to take fashion advice by him. I wanted dick.

The dick was decent. It looked thick.

Being Hispanic, I knew he would be uncut, but this was more like a tight turtleneck.

The pic is a little deceiving. While the image isn't 'actual size' in real life it wasn't much longer. Though it was thick.

The guy, we'll call him Juan, was relentless. Contacting and recontacting me. I said 'maybe' - and that to him, meant 'yes'. As it turns out, it did mean yes, but before that, I had offers - two others. They were closer and didn't seem as odd.

All the while when 'talking' on Grindr, I just thought he was high.

His profile had symbols for smoking and three or four for bundles of cash. I told him from the get-go, that I don't pay, I don't do drugs and I don't smoke or really tolerate heavy smokers.

He'd come back with one word answers or almost total gibberish.  "No no come?"

This one's on me. Until I was at his place, did I realize he spoke little to no English. While I won't rule out being somewhat high, part of his app communication skills were that English wasn't even his second language. There was no translation, no conjugation. Nothing.

I was there, so I went upstair.

I totally know that it is not a good enough reason, but you've seen I've done worse with less and for far lesser reasons.  I have a problem. I get it.

The room was dark with Telemundo (or some such thing) playing. It was loud. It was colorful. It was distracting.

He lay back on the bed and pointed to his dick. That needed no translation. I went between his legs and started sucking. It confirmed that he was wide at the base, but not very long.

While I was down there he kept talking, but to me it was mostly unintelligible, as I can say 'gracias', 'como estas'. 'de nada' and the likes.

He kept say "" with a slight upward inflection.  I finally realized he was asking if it was 'good'.

I nodded yes, but it wasn't really. It was ok, but good?  No.

He motioned for me to lay on my belly.  I did. He got behind me and hit that hole in penetration. Skilled he was not.

Still, he got in and with every other thrust, I asked, "goo?"

He couldn't really tell me what he was thinking and if he did, I couldn't understand him. He made not big breathing overtures to cumming, and if he made a verbal announcement, it wasn't translatable to me.

I figured he was shooting, but not 100% sure.  And then suddenly he was off me and standing up.

It was my realization that he had finished and was done. That was ok, I kind of was too.


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Gag Me

I let the 'being a cocksucker' always get the better of me. I have great instincts - I just chose to ignore than way more than I ever should.

He was visiting - less than a mile away. He hounded me a bit. I gave in......a bit.

When someone asks me 'what are you into / looking for' I try to be direct. I mean, sometimes I'll play the flirt game if you are intrigued by them, but if you're on the fence, I just say it as it is. I figure, it might tip things in their favor if they're ok with what I'm looking for.

On the other hand, it could weed out the guys who aren't looking for the same.

What I keep tripping over are the liars. The guys who try to get in the door under one premise and think they'll change my mind after they're in.


So, physically, he looked like his picture. He had a Pillsbury Doughboy thing going on. Whiter than white, and no doubt more than one person poked him in the belly to some annoying laugh. On a grown man, I've never really seen a chest that undefined. It just kind of morphed with the rest of this trunk.

I knew from feeling him up (well....down), that he wasn't the 7" he claims. I just don't get it people. Have you never measured? Do you not know how to use a tape measure? Are you just habitual liars?

He was 5"..........on a GOOD day.  And this was not a good day.

And while I did start off sucking his cock - which was my intent, all he wanted me to do was fuck him.  He went on and on about how thick my cock was, which I don't know how he could truly tell, considering I was barely semi-erect.

I can't tell you how many times I told him that wasn't going to happen. He'd allegedly accept it and then start back in.

As for the title of this post along with the not having 7" - you might even wonder how he got me to gag.

It wasn't his powerful pelvic thrusts. It certainly wasn't his massive member. It wasn't even play acting.

Kneeling three feet below his head, with every fucking exhale his breath made me choke back vomit.

I'm guessing this guy hasn't invested the $1.89 for a spool of floss in.........well..........ever. I'm not sure he's a regular user of a toothbrush - though his teeth didn't look bad. But Listerine most likely isn't in his cabinet, nor is a standing every six month dental check-up.

The, not-so-simple chronic halitosis was just to much to stand. Yet I did. Because I'm a "professional".

Seriously, this guy needed a deep root gum cleaning - two visits to the dentist for that would clear him up - and there is no way he can't smell it, unless he has no sense of smell.

And clearly, I am as guilty as every family member, friend and co-worker for not telling him. I just took his load on my tongue......

...swallowed and escorted him out.

And in reality, it would have been so much better for me had I turned him around, bend him over and fucked his ass.

At least that way he couldn't breathe on me.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Public Restroom Fuck

I hadn't seen him for a while.  Even from the possible hottest post of 2015, I had seen him once or twice, but just to provide oral relief. And trust me, I am more than happy to provide just oral relief to this guy. I'd provide anything he fucking wanted.

We had exchanged a few messages here and there, but mostly just chit chat. He hadn't asked for service and I wanted to stay in his good graces, so I wasn't pushing it. He'd get to me when he could.

That time was the other day. I got a text from him fairly early in the morning, asking if I was free around 9a. I said I could be - and if he wanted me to come over. But he was already at work. Then he asked if I could meet at a shopping center bathroom around 9:15a.


On one hand, I fucking love public sex - and it is such a rarity these days. On the other hand, getting busted was not really in my plans. And if I had three hands....or four........I'm thinking I'd do just about anything for this guy, so why not. And things at this establishment probably didn't pick up until 10:30 or 11:00.  I was in.

I didn't see him in the parking lot, but told him which stall I'd be in. I heard the outer door open and I thought he'd find someway of identifying himself, but he just pushed my unlocked stall door open.


I love the confidence.

By this time, my shorts and boxers were already off and hanging off the handicap bars. He stepped up, pulled down his pants and there hung his beautiful, thick, black meat. I immediately put it into my mouth. It immediately started to grow to full capacity.

I wanted to keep that fucking staff in my mouth forever, and he was liking it too - a bit too much. That is not what he summoned me here to do. It was not the top of his wish list. And I wanted what he wanted.

With no words, I stood up to bend over the toilet. But knowing he was coming from work, I was smart enough to bring lube with me, as I assumed he didn't have any with him.

Normally, I'm ok with a spit-fuck, but as I've said before, this man is THICK. It would be a struggle most times to take him with just our saliva, and I'm willing to try that - but in a quick bathroom / fuck situation, I needed the extra glide.

I rubbed his cock with the lube and bent over. In no time at all he was pushing into me.

FUCK - he is big. Length and girth, but what I was feeling right then was the girth. While I was fairly comfortable that there really weren't other people nearby, why take the chance. I tried to remain silent through the process. Sure, we exchanged words, in a very low tone - though they seemed loud as floors and walls were tiled.

I had to extract myself off his pole, just once, to reacclimate and to fetch a little more lube.

After that, I was back bent over taking it up my butt, like I was born to do.

I kind of smiled to myself - it wasn't any talking or moaning that would give us away, it was the electric eye of the toilet. With certain movements, the sensor would make the toilet flush. And this happened several times.

There were no words of adoration, except for his cock. Mostly moans from him as he'd deep dive and, as he loves to do, flex his stiff dick when it's deep inside of me. As I've said before, that triggers a pain / pleasure feeling (in that order) that is beyond description. And even though 'pain' is in there, it is fucking heaven.

With work-time constraints and not wanting to get busted constraints, I'm guessing the actual fuck too about five minutes. Sooner than I'd like in any other situation, he was putting his babies into my gut in that black-tiled bathroom stall.

I could feel the pulsing dick more than the shooting cum. As always with him, my ass-nerve endings were on fire. I felt everything he had to offer.

With no ceremony, he slipped out of my ass. He allowed me to go sit back on the toilet and take this softening cock into my mouth, cleaning him up a bit, but not completely, I would imagine.

He left the same way he arrived - no words. Opening and shutting the stall door. I heard the water run at the sink while I slipped my nylon shorts and boxer briefs back on over my shoes. I gave him a five minute head-start then silently slipped out of the bathroom myself - driving home with an assload of sperm.