Monday, November 24, 2014


He was much more handsome than the picture he sent me. He was thinner and hairier too - facially at least.

His ad was for a face in his lap. A nice blow job where he could eventually fuck my face. He was looking for 'now' because he had a workman coming at 1p. It was noon already - so I made a quick drive to his area and knocked on the door.

I kicked off my shoes, well, because I'm not rude. His place looked nice, even though a bit fussy for my tastes. Victorian interior design is not for me. But I'm guessing you're not reading this to hear about his decorating style. He had a fire going, as it was in the low double-digit temps.

There were no niceties, which was fine - it was right down to business.

He had on sweat pants and underwear. The pants came down to his knees, and I went to mine. I nuzzled his brief covered crotch briefly. Soon enough his 6.5" upwardly curved cock was out and passing my lips.

This wasn't even my first cock of the day, but second (eventually, there would be four).

While eventually we did get to the face in his lap business, it was more about the slowly fucking my face.

Slow and deliberate.

Slow did not mean he didn't go deep. Slow does not mean he did not go forceful.

In earlier posts, I've lamented on the average sized cock being much harder to suck (for me) than a larger one. I don't normally gag on larger ones - for whatever reason. Average ones seem to be a struggle for me - to take all the way. To take as they like. And to feel like I'm doing a good job.

"John" would lodge his cock to my tonsils and then try to push some more. The cock would pop into the beginning of my throat and there it would make me gag a bit.

But there was no break. It was repeated pushing, shoving, fucking into my throat. It was holding my head. It was a struggle to breathe.

It does not help that I have a deviated septum and almost no airflow from one nostril. But even if I did, the pacing was difficult to establish a good, let alone regular, breathing pattern.

None of this deterred me, by the way.

With his hands clasped behind my head, he ignored my veiled struggles to get free so I could catch some air. This in turn produced tears. Not tear of joy nor tears of pain. I think it was a trigger to catching breath - or lack there of - and they started slowly from the outside corners of my eyes. Both my eyes.

John would stop for a nano-second to ask 'are you all right?' with almost no break in feeding me his cock at his pace and his insistence. Never once in those nano-second breaks did I say the word(s) 'no', 'stop', 'slower'.

I did not feel I was providing him a good blowjob, but he wasn't stopping. Now and then, he'd say things like "I've been looking for a cocksucker - do you want to be him?".  Invariably I always said 'yes'.

The internal joke with myself was: maybe if I was his on-going cocksucker, he'd change. I could get him to relax and enjoy a GREAT blowjob instead of a marginally good one. But men don't change. He advertised for a certain kind of service, and I replied.

That's what he likes. That's what he wants. That's what he was getting.....or taking. Men don't change. And I knew this, but was still saying 'yes' to his potential / in the heat of the moment offer.

But it wasn't 'in heat'. He was very calm. Very calculated. He knew what he was doing - he was getting the exact response out of me that he wanted.

Gagging, though I didn't make a sound. Choking, though I never showed my throat convulsions. Water from the eyes, so he knew he was the one in control and I was the cocksucker.

He'd ask a few times, 'are you all right?' but it was cursory and rhetorical. He was saying the right thing, but in truth, he didn't care - and he didn't stop.

I'd hear the saying "good cocksucker" and of course, that made me want to continue and I never felt it was my place to complain or say 'no' 'stop' or 'slower'.  I'd say I didn't want to say those words either, but it probably flashed on my mind.

I think once when I had a chance I just said I don't have the ability to breathe out one side of my nose, but if you're not a fucking cocksucker - and I doubt he ever was - you don't really understand what I was trying to say.

On another level, I didn't want him to care. I didn't care if he cared.

Somewhere in the middle of this, his contractor showed up. I sat patiently while he showed him upstairs to work and then came back down and we resumed what we started.

While I know you're all thinking there's a repairman 3-way fantasy coming your way, I'll save you the time right now. That didn't happen.  : )

John sat on the couch an face fucked me.  John had me sit on the couch and he stood on it and face fucked me. I was on my knees. I was on my back. I was every which way so he could pump his piece into my throat.

Not once did I wipe any of the tears away from my face. Somewhere, I assumed, he wanted to see that. I think guys like seeing manifestations of their virility - be it struggling, crying, pleading, gagging.

I won't really make up a gagging noise to make a guy feel good. It insults my ability as a faggot. But more than once guys have made me actually gag to the point I cough or make that non-productive retching sound.

We were at least 40 minutes into this when he blew his load. I didn't even know he was close. He gave no verbal indication. It's not like the process was any different of the in-out-in-out-in-out that he'd been performing on me......and I on him.

The load was plentiful but not pleasant tasting. That has never bothered me in the past and didn't this time either. I've never spit out a load or pulled off a cock because of foul tasting semen. It's part of the job. It's part of their expectation. And it should be.

For whatever part I played in this visit - and it probably differs from his perspective versus mine - it is my ability to get him excited, keep him that way and extract the load that is important. There is power in being able to do that.

Now this time, he had the true control. I'm not so sure he didn't get himself off with me being a dumpster. That's fine too. More than fine.

After I nursed a few drops off post the big ejaculation, he pushed me away, as he was too sensitive for me to touch. The irony was not lost on me.

He once again asked if it was all right and I assured him it was, though I feel my eyes were probably still glassy from left over tears.

He said I was a great cocksucker and hopes he could use me again. Of course I agreed. I live for being called something like that - and regardless of the reservations that might have shot through my brain now and then, that compliment made me want to return and repeat.

For him I might not be a great cocksucker (even though he said it) as opposed to, I was one of the few who might have put up with that treatment.

And that is fucking fine by me.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

50 Tokens

It was my second webcast.  Sexcast. Sexual webcast.

Back in July I wrote about my first streaming sex show. I finally had my second a few weeks ago (I know, I'm way behind on posting and actually have quite a back-up of stories to dispense, some that are now months old).

Like the last time, I threw an ad out on CL letting guys who might be into showing off what my plan was. The venue, like last time, was still Chaurbate. My feelings about the guys asking for donations have / had not changed.

I got a few lame responses. I got one real one.

A big dicked black man.

He might be leaning a little into that sink top and measuring tape, but we'll give him the 8" for good measure. It was a decent size thickness and a nice vein or two that was visible from space.

This time, I gave a little head's up on Twitter that I would be doing this - along with a tentative start time and the Chaturbate channel. I don't know how much it helped or not.

The guy arrived and opened his pants. While he wasn't horribly vocal or anything during the session, he remained rock hard and didn't seem to care that some white cocksucker was down on his cock while a host of anonymous guys (and a few women) watched. It's not like anything but his cock and part of his upper thighs were showing. He had no identifying marks.

I won't say there was anything spectacular about my blowjob - other than it being my AWESOME mouth - but people watched.

Now and again, I'd take my lips off the black rod and peek at the screen. At one point I had 118 viewers. It might have been more at some time, but I didn't keep a continual focus on that part of the encounter.

I would say most folks on this webcam site do nothing but jack off, so they can interact (or ignore) their viewers. I wasn't exactly ignoring mine, but I was preoccupied. I saw lines of text going, so I know folks were chatting - amongst themselves or to me. I could not reply. My mouth was full.

I did pull off for a minute, as I knew my feeder was getting closer and asked people where he should cum.

I'm a cocksucker by trade and naturally want that sperm in my mouth, but that doesn't make for a good show. Porn business be damned, but people want the money shot. I totally get that. And after I asked the question, almost all of the responses wanted to see him shoot.

While some said 'chest' and some said 'face', none of them said, "in the mouth". I took the initiative to have him do it on my face with an extended tongue.  Where I could have scooped the load off my chest, the visual of the face seemed to be better for me - and hopefully better for my viewers. And I could lick it clean if it reached anywhere near my tongue.

Mr. Feeder had a decent load. I stuck out my tongue. He took a step closer and unleashed his sperm.

Much of it hit my beard. It hit my face. It went on my tongue and around my mouth.

He didn't seem too fazed when I turned to the camera to show it off - to lick it off - to scoop it up and feed myself. I could see the comments scrolling but not focused enough to read any of them at that time.

As he started to immediately pull on his clothes, I showed the audience the jizz coating me....and letting them watch me ingest it.

I told the viewers I'd be right back and escorted the feeder to the door.

When I returned, I was down under 100 viewers. After they saw the show, they left - and that's cool.

I had a few minutes to read their comments and questions and provide a little feedback. I also noticed a number of people had "tipped" me.

As I said in my last post regarding streaming, I wasn't in it for the amazon wish list or getting tips. It was awful nice of them to do that for me, but it was not my goal.

I notice that guys on that site will drag out their exploits in hopes of receiving tips before they do x, y or z. I'm not that kind of guy.

I just wanted to show off.

A number of guys did a 'follow me' click, so anytime I sign on, they get an email notification that I would or could be broadcasting.

We'll see how that goes.

But now I have 50 tokens I don't know what to do with - except maybe spend them on other hot men who are showing off and request 50 tokens to take it to the next level.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Manning the GH

I was asked to come back for another photo shoot. I did one last year to mixed results. This one was much more down and to speak. No lighting. No reflectors. No assistant (damn, on that one).

Honestly, instead of an hour, it took 15 minutes. Well 15 minutes plus two hours. There was a set-up that was timed so there was 10 minutes of photos. Two hours of 'wait time'. And then another 5 minutes of photos.

The wait time was not wasted time though and I knew it wouldn't be.

The same man who did the photo shoot is the same one who wrote FAG on my cock in ink, set up his home gloryhole for me to man.

Particulars were not given out and I knew enough not to ask. I wasn't sure if he advertised somewhere that it would be open. Or maybe he had a mailing list of folks he sent out to.

There was little direction or ground rules at first. I was to be naked and in front of the hole. I was not to show my face or to look at theirs.

Now, I try not to look through GHs, though I know everyone does not subscribe to this. It's about the cock, not the person. He could be gorgeous or a troll. But when it's just the cock - it could be anybody your mind conjures up....and that makes you a better cocksucker and ultimately ends up pleasing your partner more.

Without discussing, I knew me getting sucked or off was a non-starter.

"Nick" set up the board and I knelt in front. He was nice enough to provide a plush folded up towel for me to kneel on, as i would be there for almost two and one half hours - in theory.

The set up was this: an outside door opened into a vestibule. In theory there is another door into the house, but the board prevented entry, so the feeders would stand in the vestibule (with the outer door shut) and I was inside the house on my knees.

I got in place but after 10 minutes of waiting, the host said he didn't expect anyone for 20-25 more minutes and to come over and suck his cock in the meantime.

He was on a sofa working about 15 feet or so from the door. And I would find out soon, one of his roommates was elsewhere in the house. I heard noises that I assumed were the front door opening, but it was just a roomie upstairs opening and closing other doors.

As you saw from my other posts, the host has a nice cock that seemed even a little thicker this time.

True to timing, 20 minutes later the front door opened and I was off the host cock and at my station.

All I knew was that he was black. A nice cock, slightly bigger than average, but nothing phenomenal. He let me do my work and just stood there, pressed up against the wood that separated us.

It took me all of maybe seven minutes to get him off. The host came by and snapped this picture.

Between each guy, I went back to the host to nurse on his cock while he worked. Sometimes he'd pay a little attention to me, other times it was all on his laptop. Either way, I was on his cock.

This time, he did give me slight more direction:  get them off as fast as possible. He didn't know how many would show up and he didn't want a line outside.

Got it.

"and I hope you like black dick, because there might be a lot of it."

My liking or not liking of any kind of guy was irrelevant at this point. It was cock, not people. And I wasn't in a position to turn anyone a way or say 'no'.

Guy #2 showed. While I didn't look up at him, it was easy to make out he kept himself in great shape. ....and then he took out his dick. Or what I referred to, in my head, a micropenis.

By the time I got him fully hard, he was about 3".  Maybe 3.5". But starting, I wasn't sure he'd clear the hole to get his dick into my mouth.

It was an ok blowjob. I'd like to say my heart was in it, but I was slightly disappointed in the material with which I had to work. Shallow of me, I fully admit. But I like a mouthful. I will give him this, he shot a nice load of cum. Lots in volumes.

Then there was an overweight white guy. You see how big the gloryhole is, so it wasn't hard to see the belly. And he did have to life some of the weight up and above the hole. A very average cock. But I did my job.

There were a few other ok dicks too.

The host got up once or twice to take a picture. But for the most part, not only did he go back to work, he rarely looked up and almost never commented on a thing. It's like I was not even there. Except that I was - and being pimped out by him.

When back to sucking the host, his roommate walked in. I never looked up or got taken off task. They discussed house matters. He was off to run an errand. Before he left, he was offered my services. He agreed if he were back in time - but he never did return during my stay. I don't even know what he looked like.

One of the last cocks - of the seven I sucked (including the host) - was this one

Thick. Long. Dark as night. This picture does not do it justice. I'm going with at least 9" long and at least 5" around.

There were problems. He stunk. Just walking in the door I could smell him - as if he had not showered in a week.....minimum. It only got worse as he got closer and dropped his fly. It was massively unpleasant, but then....there was that dick. It was like Everest. You wanted to, because it was there.

It's hell being me. So you know what won out. I mean, you can see from the picture what won out.

I would stay five minutes into sucking him - or being face fucked by him - he said he wanted to suck my dick...and wanted my load. I told him that could not happen. I got no back-up from this from the host, who never looked up or replied, if he heard the request at all.  The guy kept asking why, and I had to keep telling him I was only there to suck cock,  not give any. That was my job.

He didn't either understand or care.

Then he wanted to see my ass. I had to ask the host for permission on this. He was ok with it - but it was one of those rules that were never discussed earlier, as I don't think either of us thought it would come up.

The guy felt my ass, even fingered it.....but that's all. I wasn't really prepared to take such a massive tool up my backdoor, though, of course, I would have.....and powered through it. But it never came up.

I went back to my knees and the guy just jerked his cock and wouldn't let me at it until he was ready to cum. Then he just dropped his load in my mouth and was gone.

He was #6.

#7 was the host himself. He sat back on the couch and just let me do my work. As always, he blew a huge load into my mouth and watch me savor it before letting it slide down my throat.

All in all it was an interesting 2+ hours. I would do it again, in hopes of more cock....possibly even better cock. You can't choose who walks through that door, but just like college tea rooms and bookstores, you should just take what is offered as it slips through that hole in the wall.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014


I can't speak for every homo sex guy out there, but for me, there are / were just certain things you thought would happen when you started having sex.

Let me rewind a bit. I started shoplifting Honcho magazine when I was 15. It's doubtful that mag is even in existence anymore - nor has it been for a while, if that tells you anything about my age.

But for as mature I was for a mid-teen, I was also gullible enough - or hopeful - that some of that shit they wrote in there was true. As I grew older, porn movies didn't deviate much from the scenarios of pictorials or stories:  cops. repair guys. cable guys. truckers. dad's best friend.  Not to mention where these actions took place: tea rooms. parks. bars. backs of cars. truck cabs. movie theaters. prison. army barracks.

I should have been surprised I was not tripping over guys getting it on no matter where I went.

And to be fair - I have made it in bars, tea rooms, parks, backs and fronts of cars and movie theaters - along with the JC Penney rest room when I was 17. Or hotel rooms of strangers when I was 16.

I guess the general public should have been surprised to not be tripping over me getting it on no matter where they went.

I have not knowingly made it with a cop, cable guy, a repair guy or my dad's best friend. However, I can now cross off trucker - and in the truck - off my list.

And let's face it - we all have lists. Actual or mental ones.

A buddy of mine, Spermpig, was in-state working when he texted me that he just had sex in the cab of a truck down the road from his hotel. They were on a pick-up site and decided to hook-up. Now, you might think I'm slutty, but I'm a fucking chaste man compared to Spermpig. He will tell you otherwise - and it is true I might have been more active in my earlier years, but he's more than closing the gap.

So he not only told me about the encounter, he was kind enough to tell everyone on Tumblr about it too.

And while Spermpig was in-state, he was still 3.5 hours aways from me. But he did me a solid by telling this trucker about me. And Mr. Trucker made deliveries up my way as well and got my screen name and before the day was over, sent out a message to me.

It was all well and good. No plans were made. Until the other day when he messaged he was 100 miles away and heading closer to me. Plans were made. Expectations were hatched. Finding a rest area / truck stop was in short order. It would be 30 miles for me, but what the fuck - I went for it.

I parked in the car parking, and he texted where his truck would be. I found it with no trouble. He said the driver door was open and to just hop in. I did, excited as all get out - as I had never been in the cab of a semi before.

Actually, it's exactly how you'd picture it. Cramped, but with a ton of things in there for a man who basically lives there.

We immediately moved to the back - which is about 11" from the front - and I'm being generous. There is an overhead bunk for his travel supplies, including about a dozen pair of jeans. The "bed" is the lower part of the bunk.

We started with dropping our clothes after he shut the dark heavy curtains, that cut out almost all light. It was really so other truckers that were parked about 18" on each side of his rig could not see in - not that I would have cared.

He was a nice looking man with a decent body and a good beard. His cock was about 6.5" with a good head. And married.

Oh, and thanks to Spermpig, this guy thinks I'm married as a woman. I can play that game, though I had forgotten that tidbit of info until he brought it up, but I recovered well................I think.

We kissed for a few moments, but he was on a schedule so I was on my back in the lower bunk. There's not a lot of room to maneuver, but he managed to line up his cock to my hole and push that fat head through.

There was no time to get use to it, he just plunged than fucked. I wasn't quite as dilated as I would have liked to be, but I adjusted eventually.

Like Spermpig's tale, this guy fucks a long long time. I had my feet up on the bottom of the top bunk while taking his dick. At some point he was standing, ass towards the curtain, and me with my ass off the bunk, feet on the side walls as he shredded my ass.

Then it was on to standing up and bent over and then laying down him on top of me. But he couldn't quite get there.

Of course, I felt defeated. It wasn't until later that I re-read Spermpig's encounter and he had the same situation. So it wasn't me. Or just me.

Trucker jacked his cock and got it close. Got it ready and then pushed in to deliver the warm load.

It's all I needed. All I wanted.

It wasn't the dominant / holy grail experience that movies and porn stories portray, but it was nice to check that off my 'to do' list.

I wasn't out the door and off the step by about 20 seconds before he was pulling away. He got what he wanted too.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Politics of Sex

Frustrated with the results of this week's elections, and intent on making the CL ads sound better than looking to score "gas money' for sex, I went with the creative - which normally gets me nowhere:

Republican men: you must be bursting with pride today. Your chest is sticking out a bit farther, your dick twitches with just a bit more confidence. 

Bet you'd like to show a liberal democrat how you take your prize. You take what you want and how you want it. 

Smirk, while you put me onto my knees. Sneer, as you see my lips part of your fleshy manhood. Tower over me as you take control of my right to choose. Dump your unborn voters into my mouth, holding my head until each one of them has disappeared. Then leave (or show me the door) - like nothing happened. 

I am masculine and workout. You should too. You should have an air of arrogance about you today. Be HWP. Show me that you're the winner and I'm the loser.

It was a throwaway ad - and I expected nothing to come of it. Yet, I got a response immediately: "Great Ad' wasn't what I wanted, but I thanked him nonetheless. He replied with decent stats, free all day, asked when and where..................and then went silent. 

I got another response that went like this: 

Definitely ready to celebrate here. Any chance you're looking to get your liberal cunt fucked too?
White top here, 6-3 200#, 7 thick cut inches, and a big load to shoot....

Clean it out good.- you'll be licking me clean after I fill your twat. No choice! I don't want any shit on my dick, and I'm not wearing a condom .

What a sweet-talker, but it was EXACTLY what I was looking for. Other emails were traded, including date, location, how to get in through the door and where I'd be waiting.  ....and waiting.....and waiting. 

I was generous and gave him 30 minutes before sending off this: 

So like most republicans you're all talk and no action, huh?

You demand more than what was offered. The liberal bows to compromise and you still squelch on the deal. 

And of course - no communication.  


Yes, I can be a bitter Democrat and cocksucker. I kind of was expecting a 'fuck you' reply, yet none came. 

All was not lost. I got a reply: 33, 5'11", 200. His cock looked ok, but nothing outstanding and he was .82 miles away. He made it over in less than five minutes. 

He was a good old boy. Unbuttoned shirt with a wife beater below it. Jeans. Cap. Hair on the chin with little on his cheeks and no mustache. 

As soon as he was in, he started unbuttoning his jeans. Some guys who show up like this shift foot to foot not knowing what to do next. That insecurity might be charming to some, but I like a man who knows what he wants and hesitates not a bit. 

He stood there waiting for me to go to my knees where I opened his pants. He didn't wait, pulled them off along with his multi-colored briefs and presented himself.

The cock was small and not even semi-hard. Yet. 

As I put it in my mouth and worked on it, the rod grew. And the pic he included totally undersold what a beautiful piece of meat it was. Thick - 7" straight shaft that didn't stick out but when straight up. It was a good angle for sucking. It fit in my mouth just right and I could deep throat him so the head would lodge in my throat - something he responded to each and every time I did it. 

Unlike most guys who come to this kind of set-up, he was in no rush. He was looking forward to some head. 

For a while he stood over me. I took my time, I showed my skills. He was content and quiet. He was feeling good, but not very verbal about it. But his cock responded. As I said, it grew and got fuller. It was a beautiful cock. 

After a bit, he grabbed a chair and sat his bare ass down in it. With his legs spread and me still on my knees, I just crawled that way and put my head in his lap, albeit with is cock down my throat. It was this first deep throating that got a response from him. Not only did he make a sound from the back of his own throat, his cock got noticeably harder. 

He opted to talk here. Saying sometimes he liked to relax and get head and sometimes he was very aggressive. This made my ears prick up. I actually lifted my head off his cock and told him that would be alright with me - whether this time, or another. 

I didn't want to take him out of his current element, but wanted to him to know I was receptive for repeat business. I didn't want to assume he wanted to come back. I had to earn that right. 

I braced my hands on the arms of the chair while I fellated this stud. His arms, ended up going behind his head. Don't ask me why, but that is such a hot position to see a guy in when he's getting head (or if he's laying back while you sit on his cock).

He told me he liked the job I was doing and that I was doing it well. He didn't rush me, but I was a little disappointed that he also didn't respond when I do the tricks I do with my tongue. I guess everyone doesn't have the same sensations in those places, but I get more positive responses than not. 

Finally, he got the word 'cocksucker' out of his mouth instead of just asking if I liked sucking cock. I know some guys aren't sure if they can use that word.....or the 'faggot' word. I can tell them, but I would rather it be their idea of saying it. That I'm on my fucking knees with the cock of a stranger in my mouth pretty much spells that out. 

All in all, I worked about 20 minutes on his cock. Soon, both hands were on the back of my head. While he didn't push me down on his cock, he wouldn't let me up either. I worked that shaft with the limited space he was giving me. But in reality, he just didn't want me to go anywhere because he was on the edge. 

When the balls emptied, the sperm just kept coming. Some right down my gullet, some pooling and gathering in my mouth. 

I kept his cock in my mouth and nursed it. He kept giving off little squirts and I could feel his dick pulse several times, well after he had shot his wad. I wanted him to know I was taking every drop, and I think he wanted me to know he was making sure every drop came out. 

When I did withdraw from his dick, I do what I normally do: take a guy's hand and guide it to my throat. Like most guys, he looked quizzically at me - not knowing what I was doing or what was to be expected. Like most guys, the light went off in his head after I wrapped his hand around my throat. 

Honestly, I would like them to grasp it more firmly than how I place it, but this is all very new to them. But I like the light in their eyes as they feel me swallow their jizz. 

By the way, he'll be back. Or at least so he claimed. 

Saturday, November 01, 2014

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I'm torn about one of my recent encounters.

I had put up on CL that I was looking to have a load dumped in my mouth. I asked for aggressive. I asked for verbal. I got one true reply - and he delved a little more into dom territory than I expected, but this was not unwelcome.

While we chatted about things he wanted to do - he wanted to know if I get fucked or spanked - and my appropriate responses for someone who is a little more on the sub side, for our first meeting we decided it would be oral only.

First, he typed out 'boi' which I truly loathe.

I'm not 18. I'm not a hairless twink. And even if I were, I'd be a 'boy'. I still am a boy, just a grown-up masculine one - albeit, one who likes cock in my mouth and ass.

But there is dom with style and then there is being aggressive just because you don't know any better let alone have any skill. You are more of a bull in a china shop.

Enter "Mike".  2" shorter than he said - and not in height. 5" tops - and I'm being generous. Big nuts though. He was also a good 20lbs over what he said and all in his gut. Or most of it.

Again - guys with huge guts and small endowments, it's hard for us go get to your peen without encountering a wall of flesh and blubber. Don't blame us if we can't satisfy you like you want. There are physical limitations on what one can achieve there.

But like i said, Mike was a bull in a china shop. I like to get my mouth fucked as much as the next guy, but I am a very very very skilled cocksucker. He just wouldn't know that. He couldn't.

No matter how hard he fucked my mouth, he wanted to fuck it harder. And it was just bam! bam! bam! bam!  There was no way for me to keep my balance with him and he kept knocking me over and he didn't notice or care.

He made it impossible to keep his cock in my mouth when his pounding belly against my face would knock me over or out of the way. He never let me set the pace or show him what I could do with my mouth - how good I could make that cock feel.

And that is where I'm torn.

He is the top in the situation. I am not.

In theory the top should get what he wants when he wants it and how he wants it. How or if I'm satisfied should not play that much into it.  Again, in theory.

A good top, even if they don't want me to get off, wants me to enjoy what I'm doing - at least I think. His needs are still primary.

Mike was just clueless. I think he thinks this was good sex. It wasn't for me and the thing is - the scary thing, that is - it might be good for him. But he doesn't understand how much better it could be.

I like taking the orders, if you will, but it was not something I enjoyed much at all - and you'll remember from recent posts about getting slapped around, spit on and bathed.

I don't mind being treated like a utility, but something in this whole thing was just missing - and I think it was from his lack of experience......though I think he's had a lot of it.....but just sub par experience.

For most anyone else, I would try to help educate, but his exterior shows that this would not be welcome. He is the head cheese in his mind and taking advice from a cocksucker would just be a humiliation for him.

The absolute insult though?  He emailed me later and said, "it was ok, but you could do better".

As if!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Light & Dark

GDD made what is possibly his first appearance in 2014 not long ago.

If you remember, he likes bringing his "new friends" along with him, and watching me suck them as well. What I think he really likes is being watched as I suck him.

Either way it works for me, as I normally get two dicks and two loads.

Of course, when I say "new friends", it is rare, if ever, that he has met them before they meet up to feed me. He contacts them through some on-line sites and sells them on my services. What info on me is exchanged is unknown. It's never offered to me and i don't ask.

This time the guy was Indian. Not woo-woo, but call center Indian. Granted, he may have been Pakistani or such - I don't know. These aren't really exchange of personal information sessions. Just body fluids.

Fluid. Singular.


GDD met his new guy somewhere and the new guy followed him to my place. GDD, as always, pushes past me and went to the designated area. I think he does this to show his alpha-ness not just to me, but to his protégé as well. I see it as a teaching moment for those guys who might want to learn how to treat a cocksucker.

Immediately, I was down in front of GDD. This is the norm. The new guy takes in how I'm being handled and it normally gets them somewhat excited. At least their crotch region. I don't know about their brain region, as I don't really have interaction with them after this encounter. I think their mind is trying to process a lot at once so they let it all soak in, more so than joining-in in the same manner.

So the Indian guy watched GDD wrap his hand behind my head an pull me down on his curve, thick, fucking piece of meat. It was just as ugly and beautiful as it always was. For a white collar guy, it's a working man's cock - or what one would think that would be.

As is also the norm, GDD pulls me off his dick and pushes me on to his new pal.

Indian guy was a 6.5" cock....slightly over medium thickness. As is usual with this kind of scenario, he was quiet. GDD tried to engage him in dirty discussions, but it was usually responded with monosyllabic answers. He was hard though - rock hard, so he was enjoying the entire scene, or at least my mouth. I could handle either one.

GDD did seem in a hurry to get his nut. Normally he takes his time, but he wanted the focus on him this time. So I gave it to him. He claimed to have a 12 day nut. He always blows a large load anyways, so I was really really really looking forward to this.

GDD has a thing about wanting my mouth to feel like his wife's pussy. His words. He wants it super wet. he wants it loose then tight then super tight. It's a lot of work, especially since his thick shaft stretches my lips.

But get him off I did. Possibly in the shortest time in all our meet-ups. Of course, maybe I am THAT good, or maybe he was on a tight schedule or perhaps it was that he had not gotten off in almost two weeks. Possibly a combination of the two.

There was a LOT of cum. Of course, I did not miss a drop, and while it had an ok taste, there was a lot of bleach smell. Those of you who regularly blow guys will know what I'm talking about. This kind of put a little damper on what I was eating. It overwhelmed the taste, possibly even compromised it.

Neither here nor there - I mean, I ate every single drop, just like I was expected to.

I went back to the darker meat and went to town. He was a little more engaging, but didn't really explore his verbal side until GDD when to go use the restroom.  "Cocksucker" came out of his mouth, like he'd been waiting to use it forever - and with enough conviction that he made me twitch.

He told me I was a good fucking sucker and knew what I was doing.

Maybe he had verbal performance anxiety in front of GDD, but he came into his own. And then he came into my mouth. All out of sight of his host.

It was a good sized nut and very fucking tasty. He liked that I cleaned him up.

Both were gone shortly after - but hopefully I showed the new guy how good a cocksucker should be.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Double Teamed

I'd seen this guy on Scruff. Rugged....somewhat handsome. Good beard. I had not seen him before. Actually, he 'viewed' me, but he was hundreds of miles away.

Apparently he was headed to town for work and wanted to check out the local 'talent'. Apparently he liked what he saw. 

He was a bigger guy: 6'2", 230 but he had a handsome face and wore a nice leather ball cap in his pic. Some of his other pics were not bad either.

A few days later, he appeared to be local. We touched base and eventually made plans to get together. It was closer to the meet time when he slipped in - 'you can take care of my partner and myself'. 

I'm not adverse to three ways, I just didn't know I'd be doing one. And three ways with a couple are different than three 'strangers'. These can be tricky to navigate, just because they are a couple and if one person likes (or is liked) more than the other, weird vibes and feelings can come into play. But I was on my way and had no intention of turning around. 

The primary (?) guy met me in the lobby immediately and then went to the bar to fetch his husband.

As soon as we were in the room, I was sandwiched between the two. The partner behind me, Scruff guy in front of me.

Scruff guy immediately went to my nipples and let me tell you - he was a master at how to use them. Some guys aren't - but this guy instinctively knew what would make me melt. In a way, it was all for naught, as I knew fucking would not be part of the scene, but a boy can dream.

He pushed me to my knees and I unbuckled his pants and they dropped. I chewed at his briefs and his cock got hard. He was about 5-6", but thick....and thicker at the base. All the while his bf rubbed up against me from behind.

"George" fucked my face with great style. While we had chatted just a while on Scruff, neither of us pulled any punches. Both knew what we were signing up for - and I assume he gave the 4-1-1 to his partner.

My head got pulled back off the cock to the point it was looking up at him. "Open Up" - and I did. My mouth opened and he put a big wad of spit into my own, but in a steady, drooling fashion. While I could have just swallowed it like a good faggot, I made it foam and gurgled it up a little, putting on a show. That got a dirty grin from him.

I was directed to his partner who had the nicer of the two cocks. 7.5", thick shaft, big head, perfectly cut - and yes, there is such a thing as being 'perfectly cut'. He had less finesse at fucking my face. He couldn't get the rhythm right. Or we couldn't. Maybe I should just let a guy do the work and fuck my mouth, but chances are, I'm happy to meet his upstroke with the down one of my head.

It went back and forth between the two dicks........and asses, as I dove into each. George knew I liked to munch hole and he had me get at his fleshy backside. He loved what I did and how I did it. Back to the bf, if he liked it, he didn't quite show it or wasn't as into my work as his partner. To each his own, I suppose. We all have our thing.

All the while, I had my tits played with making me quiver. I'd get my ass fingered by the bf, which was just a fucking tease, as I knew and they knew, I was not going to be cock-fucked.

There was more cocksucking. There was more spit - in my mouth and on my face. I know many guys don't like that, but it seems to put me in my place and I like when it happens without me trying to prompt the act.

Also in here came some backhanding across my the primary guy. The bf seemed too reserved for this. Noticing he didn't get a look or request for 'stop, don't do that', it happened again...and again...and a little bit harder.

When I turned back to suck the bf, my ass was exposed and the slapping of my backside commenced. Again, no sign of protest from me. So it became harder. So did my cock.

I was actually stiff beyond belief during this entire session. Sometimes it goes up and down, but not this time.....I was straining

While I was getting my hole finger-fucked, I was brought back to the primary guy where I went for it. I sucked with conviction. I wanted the load, though would have backed off if he indicated. But there was none of that and all the vocal signs were there that he was on edge.

Then it filled my mouth. Warm. Tasty. Lots of it.

I stayed on the cock, eventually pulling back and swallowing.

But it was at that point, he told me to get back on his cock that he was close to shooting.


I went back down and worked the shaft and head. And he exploded. What I thought was a lot before was nothing compared to the feeding I was getting now. Apparently, he had some kind of bolus of precum just waiting to be released.

When I finally did come off the real ejaculation, I grabbed his hand, like I do to many guys, and placed it on my throat. You could see the glimmer of sexual evil come across his face when he felt me swallow his spunk. He would later comment, in text, several times, how much he fucking loved that and confirmed he'd be doing that at every future cocksucking he gets.

Now it was the bf's turn. He leaned back on the bed and I was between his legs going to town. Such a beautiful cock. He had a decent load too. Not as voluminous and not quite as good tasting, but when has that ever stopped me?

I ended up sitting back, which ended up between the legs of Scruff guy, who was sitting in a chair behind me. He played with my tits while his bf got down to finger me some more. I think he was trying to get me to cum.

I'd look up and back at Scruff guy who told me what a good faggot I was and was glad I wasn't a game player. He spit on me a few more times. Then he asked me, "whose load tasted better?".

I said, well, that was a no-win situation I was in and he laughed. I thought that would deflection and end of it, but he persisted......"tell me, whose was it?"

"Yours, Sir".

"Good answer", was the reply.

The bf got up and went into the bathroom. I heard water running, but thought nothing of it. Scruff guy and I were engaged with nipple play and I was slowly jacking my dick, with no intention of cumming - even telling him I wouldn't, as it was not my predisposition.

And it was about this time that things got weird.

Bf came out of the restroom, came over to me, and lifted me up by my pits and led me to the bathroom.

Mind you, as semi-piggy as we had been, I was expecting them to have me kneel in the tub to get covered with their piss.  Alas, that was not to be.

Bf had filled the tub about 1/3 of the way with scalding hot water and told me to get in. To sit in it, like I was taking a bath. It took me a while to get into the water, as it was so fucking hot, but I did.

Then he took a wash cloth and soap and started bathing me.

Yes. Bathing me........just like I was two years old and in the tub having one of my parents wash me before bedtime. He had me sit up so he could do my back. Then he did my torso, legs and feet. Ending with washing my neck and head, but oddly not touching my face.

Clearly this was a "thing" for him. Clearly Scruff guy knew it, as he never made an appearance in the bathroom, knowing it was going to happen and knowing it was his partner's fetish.

Honestly, I did well. I didn't roll my eyes. I did not laugh. I took it like a champ, even when he had me lay all the way back with my head on the tub floor, though the water only came up about 1/3 of the way up my face.  I even closed my eyes trying to enjoy it, but it was just out of the norm.

Getting slapped around or used by strangers: fine.  Having someone give me a bath: kinky.

When it was over, he made me stand in the tub. And just like a parent, he dried my head, then each appendage, torso and back.....just like I was 2.

After, I just went into the room and got dressed then left.

Scruff guy hasn't mentioned the bath at all. He hasn't mentioned the partner at all. But he did like the way I ate ass, sucked cock and took spit and slaps.

Yet, that wasn't kinky at all. It's all relative. 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Bookstore Feeder

There he was, sitting in his bookstore booth watching a straight flick.

He wasn't as ugly as all the other guys in the place. Actually, he was quite handsome. Shorter, but that wouldn't matter today. I was going to be on my knees anyways.

I'm guessing he had a Hispanic background but light-haired, something you don't see much. It looked like a decent body under his shirt. His dick was nice - I could see that since his pants were down and he was barely fooling with his penis.

He had to know I was standing in his doorway, but he never looked from the screen. He didn't glance over when I took one or two steps in. His eyes closed when I reached down to envelop his cock with my left palm.

I love this. The "straight" guys who watch the screen and never truly acknowledging the faggot who is servicing them.

To do that would make them a willing participant. Culpable, even.

It's better when they end up saying nothing at all. But that wasn't this time.

He said nothing at this point, so I took it as "go for it". Down on one knee I went, grasping his dick and taking it into my mouth.

He was a good 6", but thick. And he wasn't hard. He was fleshy and solid all at the same time - the dick that is, not he himself.

I took him well into my mouth and he started to grow. The few times I looked up his eyes were fixed on the screen. I could hear a woman (or women) making porn sex noises. The ones I'm guessing are never made in the bedroom of real men.

And he did grow  - to a little over 8", still nice and thick.  At this point the second knee hit the floor and I was a committed cocksucker.

I'm a master at using my tongue when I suck. The way I do it usually makes a man moan with pleasure. I'll be honest, I hate when I do it to no reaction, but not every guy has the same zones that make him feel good.

But I'd pull of to lick his shaft, underside, top side , left and right. And I also went down to his almost non-existent balls and licked those too. He liked that - not just the balls, but the attention to detail.

That is when he spoke....barely, but breaking protocol.

"Fuck yeah - lick it all over. You're good".

Yeah - I know. But it's nice to hear it.

Then I went back to sucking. The ball licking, unlike some, made his cock deflate a little. I had to get it back to erect status. That did not take long.

Then I went down on him. Yes, I did it before but this was much more deliberate. Going to his base and holding his cock in my throat. He fucking loved that.

I'd every so slowly withdraw his shaft from my mouth and again, deliberately put him back in my throat. He'd jump. His body and his cock.

I did this a half dozen more times and with no other warning he whimpered and said 'cumming'....and shot off a fuck of a lot of volleys of sperm which started to go directly into my throat.

I pulled back a little, as I did want to taste it and fuck if he didn't fill my orifice too. For having little nuts, he was pumping that spunk from somewhere....and I took it. And I swallowed.

I know, you're shocked, but I did. I swallowed every fucking drop of it.

Being the good cocksucker, I thanked him, stood up and walked out knowing there had been guys watching. I didn't give a flying fuck - I got the cock. I got the load. They didn't.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Boning the Neighbor

To be clear, it was not my neighbor, but one of a guy who usually pokes my hole.

I was on Scruff and he hit me up. He had hit me up before, and I had hit him up before......up the ass, that is.

While it is still not my usual style, I topped again. I think I have topped more this year than in the last 10 combined. It's just not my style, though recent activity might prove otherwise. And while it's an ok thing to do, when you compare taking it versus giving it.....well, I'd rather take every single time.

That's not to say I can't be a good sport about it.

But he hit me up, I was in a mood and I responded and was on my way to his house. Like the other times, the door was unlocked. I locked after entering, as I don't need any surprises, and found my way to his bedroom / office.

Last time he was in his chair watching porn. This time there wasn't even that pretense. He was on the bed, on his knees, waiting for cock. My cock.

And I gave it to him.

The lube was out. The rubbers were not.

I squirted a bit onto my already hard cock and place it at his hole. Well, it was my hole for the next 15 minutes. I owned that pucker while I was there.

He never looked up or behind. He didn't really care who I was. I didn't really care who he was either. We'd both individually played the role he was doing so often I knew how it goes. Yes, the cock is attached to the man, but all he wanted was the cock. And the fucking load.

I totally got where he was coming from.

I pushed in with ease.

Sure there was some resistance, but not a lot. I could feel the tread, but he knew how to open his hole - or others had done that for him over the years - to accommodate my thick piece of meat.

For the most part, I was fairly comfortable in my role as top. I made no true contact with the guy / hole below me. The one time he tried to pick up his head, well..............

I didn't want him to move. I didn't want to see his face. I didn't want to make a connection.

Granted, I know I'm projecting how I like to be treated in how I treat others the few times I'm the aggressor. Or the top. I can be an aggressive bottom, which I'm trying to fix......kind of.

I kept him in place like that as I screwed his hole.

He seemed to take it all really well. He was no stranger to being fucked, but I tried to make him feel it. I mean, if they don't, what's the point. Well, I mean, except for the load.

With little warning, I did give him that too.

He deserved to know I was going to cum up his ass and it's not like he didn't want it anyways. He loved it last time, so I'm sure he'd want it this time.

I'm not one of these guys who keeps fucking as he's coming. Since honestly, I don't cum that often, the entire process makes me quake. So I bury the bone and just let it shudder through me and I spew semen into his guts.

But he knows what to do with his ass. He milked my shaft, sending tremors throughout my body. And he was knowingly squeezing every drop out of my rod. But I do that too when I'm on the bottom, so I totally respect his efforts.

Since then, he's tried to engage me a few times, but with no luck. I'm not always in this mood, clearly. Perhaps I will be again.....and perhaps he'll be around.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

5 of 5

The final installment of my less than nine hours in a hotel room. This one is short and sweet. Or at least short.

44, 6'2", 38" waist, 7" thick.

I missed the 38" waist in his original description. The face was handsome in the pic he sent and I probably focused on the thick seven inch cock.

My ad was fairly clear about what I wanted, as you can see by the other guys who showed up. But to be fair, some of those guys came from Scruff or BBRT. Still, my CL ad was clear.

I didn't think it would happen as he kind of dicked me around for a day. He must have changed times 6-7 times and always had lame excuses. I don't know why I kept conversing with him. ...except for dick. I wanted dick.

This guy came over and he was all about the eating my ass. I like my ass eaten - but he wanted to perform oral more than anything. He'd go ass to balls to cock.   ....and I wanted dick.

This guy was smarter than the last three. He figured out early on that I had another load up my ass. Maybe that is the difference between the dick and the tongue. The last guy had left his seed up there less than 45 minutes before.

He asked how many loads there were up there and I told him the truth. He dove back in like a starving man.

In a way it was hot, but I've never been big on guys who eat loads out of asses. Not because I think it's disgusting either. No, I want to keep the load up there. All of it. Or as much as possible. I don't need to be felched out. Or want to be.

But there he was, between my cheeks, going to town and jacking the entire time.

He was so turned on, he got himself too close.

So he just lifted himself up and pushed his cock between my legs.  Two or three pumps was all it took and he unloaded his jizz up my ass.....repopulating what he had just extracted.

He wanted to see me cum, but I wasn't that interested in jacking off. So he got the hint and got his clothes together and went on his way.

I showered and met friends for breakfast with at least some remnants of five different guys semen up shot into my guts.

Friday, October 10, 2014

4 of 5

Oddly, I couldn't sleep. I was up at 7:00a and hopped on line.....looking. Always looking.

The next guy was actually 3.5....not #4.

He was a well built black man with one of the fattest cocks I've ever had the pleasure of pleasuring. Or trying to. I was happy to be able to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck.

Clearly, I'm not adverse to that, but he insisted on wrapping it. I get it. It's not my style, but I get it. The thing was, after he put it on, he couldn't stay hard. But he wouldn't remove it either. After about 15 minutes, he went out his way, as he didn't want oral service. His loss. Mine too.

Actual #4 was black as well. Younger. Maybe late 20s. His profile pic showed a well-built man. Great chest. Handsome face. He claimed an 8" dick, but he didn't show it. Still he was 3 miles from me and was over in a few.

Again, the door was open and in he walked handsome as fuck.

At first, I thought it would just be a blowjob, which was fine. He took off his pants and eventually his shirt and sat at the edge of the other bed. His cock was indeed a very solid, medium thickness 8" with a slight upward curve. When on my knees, which I was, between his legs, the black rod easily slid in my mouth and down my throat. I loved it. He seemed to love it.

He had a beautiful cock for worship and service. I'd have been happy to suck him until check-out time.

He did make the "mistake" of reaching down to play with my nipples.

As many of you have read here: that is my weakness. My nips are hardwired.....more to my ass than my cock (though it does make me stiff too). A guy playing with my tits just right can do just about anything to me and just about anywhere. I'd even let guys I'm really not attracted to do those things to me, if they know how to handle my chest just right.

Now, I could have kept my mouth shut - so to speak - and just enjoyed the feeling of his dark hands on my white chest, but I'll be honest to say I tried to manipulate the situation. So I said, "you shouldn't do'll get me into trouble".

Invariably, the guy will either ask what kind of trouble or intuit well and figure it out. I had to tell him it gets me into trouble.

Yet he wouldn't stop.   :-)

Finally, he said, "oh fuck it".....and pushed me back then lifted me up from the pits and put me on my bed. I asked what he was doing (yes, I was manipulating) and he said he was gonna fuck me.

He got lubed up and pushed in. It was fucking great. He totally took control of the situation - or at least he thought so.

In a way he did because the fucking was all his. Raw - in every way. Masculine. Primal.

He hammered me for a good 20 minutes, pushing my legs far back for full access. He knew exactly what he was doing. It felt fucking fantastic.

But with that 20 minute mark there was no holding back. There was no discussion. There was just the emptying of his sac into my hole. He shuddered with each squeeze I'd put down on his shaft when he was in the after-affects of orgasm. He was sensitive, but not enough to immediately pull out.

It was perfect.

He left and I fingered my hole a pit, making sure the load was well secured. And it was. Deep up there too.

Still, it was only 08:00 or so. I was supposed to meet friends for breakfast, but I still had an itch.

Breakfast would wait.

Monday, October 06, 2014

3 of 5

At 4:30 my phone rang.  WTF.

But the guy on the other end reminded me that much earlier the day before, I had given it to him for when he got off work.

We 'met' on BBRT. He was all top. All dom. But was headed into work. Maybe when he got off, which I thought was around midnight, we'd do the nasty. Perhaps he worked in a bar. I didn't ask.

All he wanted to do was fuck. I was ok with that. He said he'd be at the hotel in 10 minutes. I was ok with that too. I told him the door would be open. Just to lock it behind him.

I made sure the door was open and settled back into bed. I must have dozed off in those few minutes, still tipsy.

The next thing I remember is feeling the sheet being pulled down past my ass.

Clearly, not only had he arrived, but I'd find out in a few seconds that he had time to disrobe while in my hotel room as I slept.

I heard the flip cap of a bottle of lube go up. I heard the squirt into his hand, or maybe directly onto his cock. The lights were out. I was on my belly with my head to the side. I'm not sure I even opened my eyes. I'm not sure I needed to.

He was smooth. I could feel that.  While his profile said non-smoker, his breath reeked of tobacco. While it was annoying, it wasn't a deal breaker and I had no intention of kissing this guy.

He slid his alleged 7" dick (advertised, never seen) between my cheeks. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled. He pushed in.

As he was #3 in five hours, there wasn't a lot of resistance. He wanted it. So did I. And he knew it.

He pumped my ass for a good 20 minutes. No talking. Just breathing. Breathing the smell of cigarette smoke on the side of my face.

I'll be honest, I kept clenching my muscles in hopes of getting him off sooner. I wanted the experience, but I needed to sleep as well. But still he drilled my ass, his full body weight on top of me as he got his pleasure. All he wanted to do was fuck ass and spread his seed. A dark hotel room with a stranger he'd never truly see was optimal. Possibly for both of us.

Since I now had two loads in me - no I never lost a drop of either - if he realized there was other jizz in me, like guy #2, he never said a word. Of course, it had a been a few hours, so maybe it had worked its way into my tissue by now.

While there was little to no talking, when he got to that place and time, a loud grunt came from his mouth. Grunts, actually. One for each volley of sperm he was shooting into my hole.

I lay there with my hands under the pillow, kind of giving it a little lift to rest my head on, never picking it up, though I know my ass went back to meet his cock while he seeded me. I also gave it some extra squeezes to milk it all.

Still dark, he dressed and headed to the door. At the last minute he came back, grabbed his bottle of poppers off the night stand and was out the door.

I got in two more hours of sleep.

Friday, October 03, 2014

2 of 5

So I'm online - Scruff - and got hit up by a guy only 4 miles away.  I was afraid he was all talk. He liked to chat.

But to be fair, I was giving him that because, well, he was 5'11", 175, hairy, bearded, handsome as fuck, a nice cock and going by what he said, like it dirty and sordid.  What's not to like?

Of course, I was giving him some room for chatting and delay.

As it turns out, he was waiting for his partner to fall asleep. After he does, I guess he is just out of it and would never notice this guy being gone. So, he was all about cheating too....hence the sordid. Makes my cock hard.

By this time it is pouring rain out. But he texted he was there and I left the door ajar for him.

He got a good view when he walked in, as I was on the far bed. The closer one is more hidden by the wall, so he walked in on no surprises. He didn't turn around and flee, so I took it as a good sign.

As he stripped, he seemingly had more fur on him than his pic showed.....which was a lot.

He also would have had as much hair on his back, had it not been at least clipped. Normally, back hair is a non-starter for me (I won't go as so far to say 'turn-off'), but this guy could wear it well. He was a beast to look at, to talk to and soon - to have sex with.

He crawled up on the bed and onto me. No easing into introductions or such. We got down to it.

He wanted to make out and I was ok with that. That was my only disappointment. Not only was he fair at it, but I think the thinks he was good.

Ok, that's not my ONLY disappointment.

The power of the angle.

The dick looks nice and a lot bigger than it was. It was probably a good 5. 5" and he certainly knew what to do with it, but maybe it was my drunken haze, but it looked bigger in the picture than when  it was in my mouth......or ass.

But before we got to my ass, I got to his. With my tongue.

He fucking loved my tongue. He called me an 'artist' the way I used it. And I used it for a good 30 minutes. He had a hairy ass (duh!), but it was a sweet hole. I loved eating it and would have gone longer given the opportunity.

But at some point, I was on my back and he was slipping me his cock.  Yes, it was the same squeaky bed as the time before, but at this point, I didn't care. After guy #1 left, I had another beer or two while waiting for this guy.

I purposefully neglected to mention that he was fucking into another guy's load, but if he noticed, he said nothing.

There was nothing spectacular about the fuck itself. He was hot. He was saying all the right nasty things - about the act, or about me. He was saying how much he wanted to see me cum. They all say that - until they do first. Then they normally don't care as much....if at all.

But he was strained, in his body and his face, he was close. And soon he added his load to the one I had already acquired. It felt good. It felt right.

Soon, he was slipping on his clothes, telling me if I'm in the area again, that I had better contact him, and that he doesn't want to see me on-line at a later date when I neglected to reach out to him. I'll take that as a good sign on my abilities.

Especially my ass-eating ones. He kept commenting on those.

He had to sneak back home and back into bed, as it was now almost 2:30a.  I had to get a little shut eye as well.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

1 of 5

I had been with him before. Just once. And it was good then.

Now here it was, a Saturday night in a hotel. He was not far from where I was staying, so it was an easy trip for him. I'd been drinking, though not drunk. I was relaxed.

Relaxed is fine, since the man sports a FAT 8.5" cock.  ...and I had no poppers. Truth be told, I'm rarely using poppers now. Regular breathing relaxes me and I don't get limp dick or a headache.

He was right on time. On one level, I felt the need to kiss him, but it didn't quite work. Kissing is more intimate than fucking and let's face it: this was a fuck.

I was already stripped when he arrived. He quickly did the same. With my jar of Albolene near the bedside, I rubbed some generously on his cock.

It's a little bit of a blur now, but I think we started with me on my back. To be fair, we ended up in most positions, other than me riding his cock.

Ok, I know I've been "active" lately, but I was pretty surprised how well I dilated that hole and how he sunk that big, fat cock into me with greater ease than I imagined. The beer probably did not hurt matters.

The hotel room had two beds. Sometimes I have sex in one and sleep in the other when I get a set-up like that. I was on my back when the squeaking started. That sound you hear in hotel rooms where, even if there is no verbal sound, you know someone is doing the nasty.

There was no headboard banging, just the mattress on a make-shift platform squeaking to the movement of the guy plowing my hole. All for anyone in room 148 to hear....or 246 or 250. Assuming people occupied those rooms.

I'm not a shy person, but I felt a little self conscious about the noise. I tried kneeling on the bed and the same thing happened. We went to the chair, where I knelt in it, with him tapping my ass from behind. That was ok, but still the chair moved with each thrust.

We even tried the floor, but the room was limited and the carpet was not comfortable. We opted to go back to the bed, the squeaking be damned.

At this point, we just went for it. Or he did. I was the recipient - as I should be - and just took the drilling like a good boy. I did my job by using my ass muscle to grip this thick shaft - and it seemed to resonate with him.

Before I knew it, he was flooding my hole with hot cum. And I took it like a champ.

And even though we were familiar with each other, it was just a different kind of parting of the ways. It was sex and nothing else and we both knew it. Still.....while not bad, it just seemed odd.

So be it. It was now past midnight and he had to get going.

And I was finding out I was still not sated. I went online to look for another opportunity.

Friday, September 26, 2014

I've Got a Great Tongue

I'm not bragging about my tongue. The short trick told me so.

I had, in fact, placed a CL ad that basically stated: "anyone can suck a cock.....but don't YOU deserve better??"

And honestly, it's the truth.

At least where I am, it's a fight to get to your knees or to the bottom. And it's all the same fucking ad(s) that are just 'renewed' daily. No imagination. No marketing. I thought I'd change that.

I've mentioned here before that I've written clever ads....and got almost zero response. People on CL M4M ads are not looking for clever. Or don't understand it. Or both. I was just trying to set myself apart from the hundreds of ads that are asking for cock.

So somewhere in the title, the word "WORSHIP" came into play.

That word actually weeded out a few of the wackos. And while it only got a two true people responding, they were indeed real contenders. I ended up meeting both of them. This is one of their tales.

"Tony" was about 5'6", slim build, married, Italian man, but not very hairy. 7", nice sized thickness. Honestly, it wasn't bad that he had to schedule out days in advance. "Worship" was not necessarily about immediacy, or shouldn't be. It showed we were both serious about the meet-up.

He arrived right on time and ready.

He dropped his pants and took his shirt back over his head, though it remained on hanging on his shoulder blades. I went to my knees and lightly rubbed my face against his still-briefed crotch. Immediately, he started to stiffen and grow within that cotton prison. He started to pull them down and I pushed his hands away. That was for me to take care of.

I gnawed a little on the pouch, but didn't soak it, as I knew someone at home might see it. I'm a thoughtful cocksucker. Soon enough, my thumbs were in there, pull them down.

I purposefully made eye contact as I did this, as part of the worship. The cock would be serviced either way - small or large. It was about making the connection that I was on my knees looking up at him and more importantly, he was looking down at me: literally and figuratively.

Nor was I going right to sucking his cock. Anyone can do that. Most everyone does do that.

No, I took the tip of my tongue and gingerly made it dance along the underside of his shaft - gong from base to tip. It made his rod twitch and jump.

I slowly licked the sides of his cock too and even the top before lightly touching the head with my tongue. He was moaning in pleasure and possibly a little frustration. But he wanted worship. He had had blowjobs. Still, the mindset, of most guys (I think), is that a cocksucker is to get right to the job.

Of course, I eventually enveloped the head of his cock. But just the head. I let both of us savor the feeling from two very different perspectives.  Slowly, but surely, I sank my lips down to his crotch - skin touching skin.......and pubes.

I let that sit back at the edge of my throat for at least a minute.....letting him know I had him all in me. Letting me adjust to the cock, as it did get thicker as you headed toward the base. But I liked to feel the weight of the shaft, the feel of the cock, filling up my mouth. I wanted him to know realize where it was and what was truly going on.  ....and yes, of course, I looked up at him, while he looked down.

All the while I'm using the tips of my fingers to barely touch his legs.....all the way up and down. It's a very sensual move that most guys do not experience and it heightens the blowjob experience. Try it. Trust me.

As I moved slowly and deliberately up and down his cock, I made my tongue move on the underside of his shaft. You could feel his appreciation in the throb of his dick. You could hear it in his moans as well.

Since he was sitting in a chair at this point, I went lower. To his balls. Licking them, not sucking. He loved that too. But not as much as when I went to flick my tongue on his 'taint.  It is a highly sensitive area on most guys - and underutilized by eaters.

I'm not sure if he expected me to go further south, but I did. I tongue worshipped his hole too. Licking. Eating. Flicking. Tickling. You name it. He was in fucking heaven.

Somewhere during all this is when he told me I had a great tongue.

At this point, he stood up, placed me between his thighs and the wall and fucked my face. I'd been working on him for almost 50 minutes. He liked the worship, but now he wanted his reward.

Trust me, I wanted it too. I'm not exactly doing this for charity. I wanted the white gold. He was all too happy to give it to me.

I don't know when he came last, but it was a fucking huge load. Thankfully, he wasn't sensitive after he came and let me nurse that dick for a while. I made sure to milk out every drop, squeezing it gently with my mouth and jaw.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


We're pushing 600 blog posts here and sad (?) to say, this isn't even scratching the surface of the amount of guys I've been with, let alone the number of loads.

But for all those guys, even if we stayed in that 600 number, very few, if any, have been red-haired.

Yes, I know they are of a more rare breed in general, but when you narrow it to gay tops or feeders, the subset is quite quite small.

You'd think I'd remember if I ever have had the pleasure of a ginger, but I honestly do not remember. And there is always a chance that some guy on the other side of a gloryhole had hair like Bozo the Clown, but that is the beauty and curse of truly anonymous sex.

But I have definitely bagged one.  Just the other day, in fact.

35. 6 foot. Maybe 210. Hairy. Full red beard. From his Scruff pic, I knew he had a green start inked on the side of his neck. As it would turn out, he had a lot more ink as well.

Generally, I assume ginger's to have less body hair. This guy had a shaved head, but a fairly hairy chest and shoulders. The rest of him had hair too, but not as much.

It was to be a blow n go. It was his day off and he had things to do. So did I.

I arrived at his suburban house. He took me into a basement bedroom, which made me wondering if he still lived with his parents and they were out.

He was shirtless but had on casual cotton.....not pajama bottoms, but you know what I mean. Nothing on under those, as he untied them and let them drop to the floor. His 6.5" cock, thick was hard. Standing straight out. He was as ready to receive this blowjob as I was ready to give it.

While I was going to my knees anyways, he placed his hands on my shoulders ensuring I'd make the journey safely. In seconds, I was on his basement bedroom floor, my mouth an inch from his cock.

Being the tease I can be - or the tantalizing cocksucker, depending on how you view it - I didn't go right to enveloping the shaft. No. I took my tongue and lightly traced alone the underside of his rod, making it quiver and pulse.

Only upon going back up to the head did I part my lips to take in the head....and then below.....and then below.....until I hit his thick red bush.

He took one hand and placed it on the back of my head. He wasn't quite guiding me nor restraining me. It was there to do either of those two things should he think I wasn't doing my job correctly or if he didn't want me to stop doing what I was doing.

Fair enough. He didn't know me from Adam. I could easily be one of those guys who pulls back at the last minute. Or I could be a newbie cocksucker who didn't figure out what he liked or what he didn't, and needed some kind of oral education.

He cooed his praise, or something similar. He didn't say I was doing a great job, but talked dirty to me. Talked down to me.

With both hands on my shoulders, he told me there were some men who were born to be on their knees, and some who were born to stand in front of them. I'm not too proud to admit, that I unbuttoned my jeans to feel my now rock hard cock at that statement.

Now and then, the hand on the head would tighten. I would notice the slow acceleration of his hips as he eased me into what would become a full-on face fucking.

"You like to be face fucked".   It wasn't a question.

It would have been rhetorical anyways. I didn't respond anyways. I kept doing my job.

Once or twice he pushed me back to lick his nuts. Not because he wanted his nuts lapped at (though he didn't mind it) as he was getting closer than he wanted to. He was getting closer than I wanted him too. Anticipation of a guy getting his nut is just as important as actually getting it.  At least from where I kneel.

But I knew this was a blow and go, though I had temporarily forgotten about that. So did he, it seemed. We were both drawing out the inevitable.

I went back to being face fucked....or alternately doing my lip and tongue dance on his cock while he lorded above me.

But he went back to taking over and my beard was being pummeled by his short hairs.

"You're gonna take it".

I love he didn't ask me if I wanted to.

I don't know how long it had been since he came, but it was a lot of fucking cum. Not that I missed a drop, mind you.  There was minimal taste, but it was the capturing of the load, his load, that was important - to him and to me.

I licked my lips. I licked him clean. I stood, buttoned myself up and found my way to the door....after thanking him, of course.

I'm nothing if not a gracious cocksucker.

Friday, September 19, 2014


He was tall by anyone's standards:  6'11"

Yes - let that sink in for a moment.

He towered over me by 9". That's a lot. But in reality, he towered over me by like 5 feet. As soon as he arrived, he pointed to the ground. I knew that was where he wanted me anyways. On my fucking knees.

Yes, 6'11". 300 lbs.

The weight seems outrageous, but he potentially had the frame to carry it off. I think at one point, he probably did. No doubt a football star in high school....maybe college. He had let some of that 300 pounds go. It was probably never super tight, but it was less so at this point.

And yes, he was black. Black as the dead of night.  And claims of a thick 8.5" cock.

As the post title says: Imposing.

Let's get this right off the table. He was maybe 7". Not 8.5". He was thick, so I'll give him that. He started off small so as he started to grow, I was hopeful. Alas, 7. Not 8.5.

He leaned right up against the wall and tilted his head back. While now and again he looked down to see his solid black rod passing my pink lips and and white mouth, much of the time his head was back and eyes were closed.

I don't know if this was a DL kind of guy, but I assumed he was. He like the oral stimulation, but perhaps not as much the visual one. It's one thing to feel the warm, wet mouth clamping around your cock - it's another knowing a dude is the one providing that service.

Of course, this is my own interpretation.

However, just as easily, the work 'cocksucker' would roll off his tongue. He was clearly ok to do that, thus acknowledging some guy was on his knees in front of him.

But making a guy feel dirty for sucking your own dick probably makes some feel better. I hope it does. It totally makes me hard to hear it.

I didn't do anything special. Tongue. Lips. Mouth. Throat. The usual, though I know I have experience to work a rod.

He blew in my mouth - and just like his cock size, the load was not nearly as big as he thought. It was ok. It tasted ok.

I was just hoping for more of....well.....everything.....from a guy that size.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Tennis 3

Tennis players are iffy "lovers" at best.

At least that's my experience in the last month. This is the last of my tennis series, for sure.

#3 was staying in a flea-bag hotel. I've lived here a long time and didn't know this place existed. I felt like I was getting bed bugs just pulling into the parking lot and not convinced my car would be there upon my return.

He was 5'7", blonde, smooth, maybe 6.5". Claimed to be masculine. I had to ask after the softball player. He claimed to be very much so.  So off I went to scary hotel-land.

I knocked three times before he answered. Actually, I would end up saying most thing three times as it turns out he was deaf and his hearing aid was on the bedside table - which I saw as I was leaving.

Tennis players are iffy at being in-shape too.  Two of the three didn't look like they could run around a court for an hour - let alone longer - at a time, in the scorching heat. He was one of the two.

He was fine and all, but nothing outstanding. A little short for me, but what the hell.

He said little, which was fine, but couldn't hear when telling him to go harder, or deeper or you're missing the hole by an inch. He claimed to be into verbal, but that is really difficult when you can't hear your partner.

Like I said, his 6.5" was fine. He knew how to thrust, but I wouldn't have minded if he had been a little more aggressive. I know since he was shorter, he had a difficult time with angle and thrust.

It took longer to drive there then it did to fuck me. And it wasn't even that long of a drive.

He had me on my back and then ass up on the side of the bed. It was there he drove it home and grunted a little as he unloaded up my ass.

I know this post is uninspired, but so was the meet-up. As I tell you, they're not all winners.  You know how it is with me, you get the winners and the losers.

Keep the faith though - I think I have some winner stories coming up soon. I'm just behind in posting.

Monday, September 08, 2014


He was in town to play softball.

Everything about him was butch.

His pics. Dressed up in and out of leather.

His stats.  6'2", 190, furry, salt and pepper beard, shaved head, good body, 7".

His Scruff exchanges were both coy and direct. Playful and dirty.

...but then he stepped out of the elevator. "Stepped" might be too masculine a term. "Flitted" might be too feminine of one....but just slightly. And then he opened his mouth to speak. UGH.

Hot to look at, but any posturing of being butch went out the door when the gums flapped.

Ok, I know that sounds judgmental and I know I set myself up for this, making assumptions of what a softball player who just won a gold medal should be like. Or what I thought he should be like.

His pics had him in a tight tshirt and chaps. Of course, while I think chaps are the sign of a hot top man, chances are they are just a form of drag and that could have, or should have, been my first clue. But lust overtook logic and I met him at his hotel.

Still, I was there, so I figured, 'why not'.

I went up to his room, with his roommate gone, I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt. For the moment he remained clothed. Slowly things were removed to show his 7".

Oddly, there was little foreplay - at least on my part. He did get me back on the bed and pushed my legs back to eat my ass. I love eating ass and having my ass eaten, but this guy was only ok at it. To be fair, he was fine - but I've had such great ass-eatings in the past, I want everyone to be that good.

It was then that he reached for the lube.........and a condom.  Damn.

Not my style but I let him do it.

We fucked that way for a while, but it was hard to be excited about it. I mentioned that it wasn't feeling that good and he tried more lube, but when I said we might have to stop because of a little irritation, he didn't hesitate much to pull it off and push back in me.

He was good at fucking, but insisted on talking - which, truth be told, took the eroticism out of taking it up the ass by an athlete in a hotel room. I kept waiting and hoping for his roommate to show up. He never did.

I didn't see or expect him to be getting close, but he did. He was. And while he didn't pull out to cum, he pulled back so his head was just in my hole. I'm not sure what that was about, but I was ok with it. I had to be.

I jacked off too - just because it had been forever since I came.

You can see part of my load closer to my balls, as it leaked down.

You can see his seeping out of my hole. This pic was almost worth the entire scenario.


As soon as we were done, I was pretty much dressed and gone from there. Nothing great, but nothing terrible. I just need to level my expectations.