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 Ingl├ęs

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.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

(another) Painter

He hit me up on Grindr. I'm still not a fan of that site, but now and again, it gets me laid. The demographic is far too young for me, and the spam and bots on that app are way to pervasive. Still, I keep it.

So, he hits me up and while his stats are sparse and profile pic is a landscape of Los Angeles, at least he seems to be real. He also doesn't have his location on, so I don't know where he his....or how far, I should say. Then I get an embedded location sent from him. The odd thing was that it was right outside my house. I couldn't figure out how he was sending me my own location.

We agreed to meet and he said he had a little time during lunch and where was I. I told him. Turns out, he was right next door. He wasn't sending me my location, but his. He was painting a neighbor's house who is getting it ready for sale.

He was over in five minutes. Maybe less.

21 (yikes!), 6'4", 180. Handsome as fuck and pushing 8.5 or 9 inches.  Double yikes.

Unlike a lot of black youths I have 'met', he didn't try to come across as one with tons of street cred - even if most of them don't really have it. He was incredibly well spoken, even if that speak was dirty talk and horniness.

I don't think he was inexperienced, or at least shy. In a heartbeat his shorts were pulled down and out sprang his flaccid, but still big, cock. It took a few seconds of touching to get it to full staff.

In a few seconds, I was on my knees.

And I was down there for a while.

I fucking loved his cock - and he seemingly loved my mouth.  For a 21 year old, he knew all the right words to say to a white cocksucker......including "white cocksucker".

He kept looking at his phone and said he only had 15 more minutes. I figured that was plenty of time for a blowjob before he blew his nut in my mouth.  Right?

He saw I had poppers and said he liked them. I made the comment that I only use them sometimes, and if then, when I'm getting fucked.

The kid said he'd like to fuck me, like it was his own idea. I know I passive-aggressively mentioned the fucking, hoping it would get to that. Actually, I've tried to stay off poppers, but with that cock? I was gonna need 'em.

But I needed him to make him think it was his idea. I try not to scare off the newbies too much with such filthy filthy thoughts.  

With some lube, some poppers, and a good grip on my desk, he got his cockhead into me - and there was no stopping him.


It took me a minute to get used to his size. There is no way around that. Not that he really heeded my request for 'easy'.

I will give him this - he fucks like a champ.

Don't get me wrong. It was a hard fuck. It was a determined fuck. I kept thinking - mostly afterwards - once that young man gets more experience under his belt and learns how to harness that energy, and that cock, he's going to be an A+ fucker.

He fucking slammed me the last 2-3 minutes. He had a deadline, and he wanted to get off. And I wanted him to get off. In me.  With each thrust I could feel it through the core of my being. I loved every thrust of it.

It would turn out later, I would be sore for hours, but it was totally worth it - then and later. It's been a while since someone truly made me feel fucked. But he did.

The load seemed huge - or at least his quaking, shaking and moaning went on for a long period of time.

I was fully sated when he was done. I'm hoping he felt the same way - except that he's 21 and I'm not sure anyone that age every feels fully sated. More power to him.

He thought he might stop by after his day was through, or possibly the next day if they were still there on the job. He didn't come over after and no trucks were there the following day.

Maybe I'll hear from him again. Perhaps not. Either way - totally worth it.

Monday, June 15, 2015


I live in an area where most people have landscapers. Someone to tend to their grass, their leaves, etc. I'm not one of these. I'd love to have the disposable income to toss away on something like that - but it's not how I choose to spend my money. I don't mind cutting the lawn.

As I walk the dog on the days these folks are out, I get to see quite a few of them. Some are really kind of hunky in that pseudo-porn kind of way. Many are Hispanic men.  Some college. And then some middle-aged white guys.

Landscaping seems to be a transient employer. Workers come and go. Maybe for a season I'll see a few of the same guys, but generally, I don't. And generally, I'll look!

On a recent dog walk, making the loop, I saw one guy near his truck. Usually there are are crew of three, but I saw only him. Didn't mean they weren't working in the back yard, but it was just him.

I'd guess he was 50-ish. Hard to tell with the toughened skin he's seen in the sun and elements. Decent shape. Not a looker, but the landscapers in porn are figments.

He nodded. I nodded.  He said something about the day and weather. Nothing sexual, but I got a vibe.

We all know that vibe. The wavelengths of cruising. Not the ones at a bar, bath or gay event - but one of every day life that ends up showing up on 'missed connections' :  "we talked at this place....tell me what I was wearing....I think we had a moment".

Admittedly, I've placed a few of those. Only because the guy was so hot - at least in certain ways - that I thought I had nothing to lose.

Anyways, after I got back home, I was still intrigued, and still (always) horny. So I took another walk - this time without the dog.

Landscaper guy, saw me again and nodded. Said that I must live around here. I told him I did. I know I looked him up and down - and I think I was subtle, but who the fuck knows. He asked where I lived and I pointed to the end of the street.

"I can probably stop by in a little bit".  I nodded and instead of pretending to finish my walk, turned around and went home, he watched to which driveway I entered.

15 minutes later, he walks up my drive and knocks on the door. There was no talk. Or almost none. I had on gym shorts with nothing underneath and a t-shirt. He was in dirty forest green work clothes.

The shirt never came off - his, that is. Mine did. So did my shorts. His pants unbuckled and unzipped. They dropped to just above his knees.

The cock was ok - nothing spectacular. Thick, but about 6".  I went down to suck it but that lasted all of two minutes. He pulled me up by my armpits and bent me over my desk.

I saw where this was going - but so could Louis Braille.

He had no finesse in getting it in, but I shouldn't have been surprised. From the cruise, to the invite, to the showing up to the abbreviated blowjob, he was all about fucking - getting in and fucking!

I'd be lying if I said it went in easily. It could have, but he gave zero time from positioning to almost balls deep.

I say 'almost' because I said, "fuck, you're all in" and he correcting me by that last 1/2" shove. "NOW, it is."

I was still stinging from the penetration, and he just went to town.

I totally get that people think sex is a two way street - and sometimes it is. But sometimes it is just about the road rage driver who is trying to get somewhere, regardless of who the fuck is in his way.

I just happened to be in his way of his final destination: CUMMING.

The fuck only took a little over five minutes. He buried deep - even though he told, during the pounding, me he wanted to see the cum run out of my ass. There was no way that cum was seeing the light of day anytime soon.

True to form, there was no easing out either. He pulled out almost immediately after and by the time I straightened up and turned around, his pants were up and he was in the process of zipping up and resetting his buckle.

He told me to have a nice weekend and was out the door.

Who knows if I'll get that opportunity again.

Friday, June 12, 2015


He texted me - he was painting a house that was to be flipped or rented (I'd find out later) about 20 minutes from me. He was there alone. He needed head.

Black-Italian (not a usual combination), 6', 190lbs. 9", he said.

It wasn't. maybe 8". Maybe. It was thick as hell, but it was not 9. I don't know why guys exaggerate like that. A. we're gonna find out eventually.  B. you had a really nice cock to begin with. Celebrate that.

I did.

He said to park in the drive and just come in the back door. It was open. The place smelled like fresh pain and menthol cigarettes. I get that most trades folk smoke, but I would also think that smell would ingrain in the paint as it set. Oh well, I was there to give a fucking blowjob, not rent the place.

Before I got there, he messaged me that he wanted to use my phone to watch 'nasty porn' while I blew him. I didn't really want him on my phone, so said it was a work one and that I can't be visiting "those sites" on a work device.

Clearly, he had a phone he was texting from - I don't know why he wanted mine. But he didn't get it. Then he wanted me to bring mags. But I didn't have any with women, so he wasn't interested. At least I still got the invite to come.

He took me back to a smaller bedroom or office. The carpet guys were coming next week, so I was on hard linoleum when I went to my knees. He unbuckled himself, though I would have been honored to do so.

So as I sucked, he might have looked down at me once. He was on his phone the entire time. Sometimes probably watching something, though no volume was present. And a lot of typing. I was just background to him and his cock.

That's cool. I wasn't there to converse or even make friends. My mouth, or whatever he was doing on-line (or the combo) got him and kept him hard.

He told me early on, "no hands" and I didn't. And I could get him down my throat easily. Too easily for such a fat fucking cock, but whatever came in to play worked for me. I sucked. He fucked my face. I licked. He fucked my face.

Eventually he needed his hand for a little bit. I'm not doubting my skills, as much as his time allotted for some cocksucker to be at his worksite, distracting him from his bosses task at hand.

Then as his job required - he painted. He painted my tongue, roof of my mouth and tonsils.

The load was big. The load was super bitter. But I said nothing. I swallowed. I thanked him. I left.

Tuesday, June 09, 2015

Not A Sound

Somehow I heard something alerting me to someone at the door - though it wasn't a knock or a doorbell. Instinct, perhaps?

I was expecting him, but then again I wasn't.

GDD has a habit of making and breaking plans. He has a way of building up and letting you down - either last minute, or with no notification at all. Our meeting time had come and gone - so I was no longer waiting for him and immersed myself in other things.

Yet there he was.  Late, but there. Without a 'friend', but there.

GDD normally brings a friend with him. And by 'friend', I mean someone he's found on-line and talked them in to joining him at my place so I can give them both head. Of the dozen or so times he's done this, about 40% of this friends are even remotely worthy. Had they not been with him, I'd never have given a second look, let alone open my door for.............or go to my knees for.

This time, his 'friend' found me on A4A and asked if it was all right that GDD was bringing him. I suppose had I not known or seen this guy beforehand, he would have entered and I would have done my duty - but he showed himself, and it was not pleasant.

I messaged GDD and said he knew this wasn't my preference. All I got was an 'ok'.

I didn't know if that meant he wasn't coming at all. Coming with someone new? Or just alone?

Turns out he was alone.

Immediately I knew, but......there was no set-up.

I opened the door, he walked in. Not a word. He walked up the stairs. Not a word. In my office, unbuckle, unzip, sits down. Not a peep.

I somehow knew enough not to utter a sound myself - though again, this was unsaid.

His cock was out, but soft. Large, but soft. GDD has a really nice cock - which makes up for a few of his other flaws.

It's long. It's mighty thick. It has a great head on it. 

I went to my knees, he leaned back in the chair and tilted his head back. He was as far away removed from me as he could be and still be present to get a blowjob. A partition would have been the only other way.

He looked up - then down - on me once. It was to slap his hand to the side of my head to guide me for what would only be a few minutes. Other than that, I was on my own to suck as I pleased, though deep down, I know I was sucking the way he wanted me to. I had enough experience with him and enough verbal direction to know what he likes. I catered my style to him when he is there.

Normally, he'd be telling me to make my mouth feel like his wife's pussy - as if I even know what one feels like, let alone hers.

Apparently it's concurrently sloppy and tight. I'll assume sloppy wet, as opposed to just well used, which it might be with that cock he's sporting.

So I just would alternately tighten and loosen my mouth. I would make sure there was plenty of spit to cover his shaft. I played with his balls.

I think I did a good job, but he'd never let me know, even if he was being vocal. I kept him hard. So, I'm guessing I was doing ok.

About 15 minutes in, I was looking up and saw his abdomen just shaking. Trembling, even. His dick was no harder. His breathing seemed no more labored, but I took the trembling to be a telltale sign of impending orgasm.

As the thought was going through my head, my mouth was being filled with spunk. Lots and lots of married, father spunk.

No groan. No moan. No words. Not even a catch in the throat.

Nor did I make 'yummy' sounds as it shot into my mouth and slid down my throat into my belly.

I cleaned him up with my tongue. He dressed - without a word. Walked out the door, never even bothering to close it behind him.

And he was gone.

Friday, June 05, 2015

the Call Up

It was a simple request.

He's full of simple requests: in theory. All guys are.

In reality, logistics get in the way of simple requests. They make the seemingly easy to-do a difficult if not impossible task. I don't immediately toss aside certain hopes, but I'm a realist when it comes to pulling them off.

The request was to call him the next time I was getting fucked.  He wanted to listen in.

See?  It sounds simple.

But it really isn't always. People are wary of smart phones when you're having sex - and rightfully so. Lord knows I've used mine to record the obscenity of sex. Usually not audio.......just to be clear.

He replied that I had done it before........and while he was fucking me. Which was true. The phone was dialed before I ever went into his apartment. The man on the other end knew to be quiet and just listen. He also knew that he wouldn't have to sit through foreplay or set-up - that it would be a buttfucking right from the get go. And it was.

But it also wasn't a smart phone. This was the days before those. And the only reason the person in question knew about the call was because I told him....or maybe he read it. But I wasn't found out at the time.

Still, I tucked away his request - never tossing it.

As it turns out, the opportunity came up just two days after the request. The guy was allegedly coming for a blowjob, but I know him and 9 times out of 10, it ends up with him fucking me. So, I figured with this guy, knowing his behavior somewhat, I could tip the scales in my (the requestors) favor.

True to form, things played out like I knew they would.  The phone was queued up with the person's contact info, partially placed near my laptop. As I bent over, I hit 'call', and a few seconds later, as I was being impaled, I saw the person pick up on the other end - as the call seconds started to climb.

While I am vocal during sex, I was a little exaggerated even for me. I wanted to make sure he heard what was happening. The guy fucking me isn't loud, so I wasn't even sure he could be heard on the other end of the call - so I was trying to make up for that too.

I was trying to incorporate everything he was doing to me, everything I was feeling - as it happened - up unto and through him creaming my ass.

It wasn't necessarily a long call. Unfortunately, this guy doesn't have necessarily long fucks. Nice cock, huge huge loads, but a trigger to speak.

As he was slipping out and I had to come out of the bend I had over the desk, I terminated the call.

Still, his request was a success and he reported he had an immediate hard on.

So score one for me.

Monday, June 01, 2015

Hispanic Hotel Hottie

More of less, I'm caught up on the interesting stories of the past few weeks.

As an FYI - a few times I post pretty close to real-time, but since I only post every 3-4 days, some encounters get delayed in telling. In reality, the stories are tell are delayed by a two weeks or so.  I try to leave myself reminders of a guy I want to write about, but honestly, something more recent usually fills my grey matter and those earlier stories go off to the side, no matter how good or interesting they were.

And as always - you rarely get the tale of the standard blowjob. Those happen quite a bit, but it's hard to make a blowjob sound that interesting. Especially in the frequency in which I give them.  

So I'm guessing this goes a month or two back. He's not a second tier story - just one that got lost in the weeds.

He was in a hotel. He was ending a two week stay here - all for work, though I didn't see his profile on line until a few days prior to his departure.

"Jose" was good looking. 6', 170, full head of mostly pepper hair, with a little salt. Bearded. Hispanic. 7" uncut cock. And married.

It was morning - he had to be at his work site a little late, but was in need. I headed to his hotel.

He was funny and super cautious. He was at and extended suites kind of place. So no only did he lock the door and bolt it, we went back into the separate bedroom and he shut that door too. I suppose that could have been to muffle the sounds of him murdering me, but I wasn't really worried.

There was zero kissing, though he had the lips that I think I would have liked to sample. I'm assuming he left that for his wife. I get it - kissing can be more intimate than fucking, given the right circumstances.

But fucking was on the menu.  Unfortunately by the looks of his bedside table, so were condoms. Drats.

We stripped down. I went to my knees. His body fell against the wall for support as he seemed to really really enjoy the head I was giving him. I suspect I edged him a few times - but it's not how he wanted to cum.

He pushed me away and reached for the rubber and lube. I got off my knees and laid back on the side of the bed, with my ass just hanging over. I love it when things align. Often, someone is too tall or short and there is a lot of positioning.

He maneuvered his dick into me. He waited until I adjusted - and then he just went to town.

Say what you want about married guys - they usually know how to throw a good fuck. He certainly did.

Physically, I wasn't noticing the rubber too too much.  Mentally, it was on my mind.

What surprised me more was that as he was getting close he pulled out and stroked his dick. At least I thought he was close. I know, for whatever reason, some guys have to get off more manually. I don't get it, but I've seen it more often than I think one should.

He even ended up taking off the rubber. And yet he furiously stroked.

I was still there on the bed with my legs spread, stroking my own cock. He said he was going to cum on my cock.

I bought into it verbally, but not mentally. I told him to shoot on my cock. But with my legs open even wider, I told him to shoot on my hole.

He looked up from his cock at me. Looking at the lust on my face, he somewhat mirrored it.  "Yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah.  Shoot on my hole. Shoot on my hole. Shoot on my hole".

He stroked faster.

I said 'shoot on my hole' a few more times, then changed it, subtly but not subtle. "Shoot in my hole".

I tried not to change the inflection from 'on' to 'in', as I didn't want to scare him off. But I repeated it so he hopefully would get the message. He never acknowledged the change. I was fairly certain I'd at least get his jizz on my hole and not on my cock.

As he moved closer to orgasm, he just shoved his cock in my hole and let it loose. He sprayed his babies all inside of me.

Maybe he shut both doors to keep down the sounds of two men having noisy sex. The groans, moans and grunts were loud.   ....from both of us.

As he came down from his post-orgasm high, he slipped out and toweled off a bit. I gathered my shorts and shoes. Neither of us acknowledging what had just happened.

I can't assume what was going through his mind, but I didn't want to disturb the balance. As I dressed, we chatted about his travel and his bluetooth BOSE stereo, with which he travels.

I thanked him and said if he had time in the last few days of his stay, I'd be happy to stop back.

I never heard back from him.

Thursday, May 28, 2015


He was probably 55.  Decent looking, all proper in terms of automobile, dress, grooming. He had responded to a craigslist ad for me wanting to suck cock. Or to have my mouth abused, to be more specific.

This dick is ok. Maybe 6". Maybe. But below the head it is VERY thick, until it tapers back to a more normal girth. I can work with this.

He grunts appreciatively as I work on it with my mouth. Like most who answer the ad, he doesn't abuse my mouth - I take the role of active cocksucker, as opposed to someone just using my mouth as a hole and receptacle. He doesn't even talk dirty like a feeding top. It's all too typical.

I remember a time when a top - or what I call a true top (though that's my definition)  - only cared about his feelings, his pleasures. A selfish top, might be a better description. Even the ones who start out that way eventually start asking me, "do you like this?"  

What the fuck do you care?

Or worse:  when they ask me where I want them to cum.

For the 13,872 time - that is not my call. But 9 times out of 10 the "top" follows-up with, "I'm asking YOU". They just don't get it.

They either can't make the decision or don't want the liability. At least the latter I understand.

So, he replied to the ad but was as tight lipped as a clam for the most part. I'd get a moan when working my mouth. I finally asked him what else turned him on. He just silently shook his head, as if to say, " won't get it."  Still I urged. And urged again.

He finally said, without looking at me, "heavy dirty play".

There was a pause....and I asked "scat?"

He nodded, as if he couldn't admit it, let alone say it.

I almost get his reluctance, but if it is his thing he should embrace it, I guess. It is not my thing in the slightest. It is one thing do eat an ass that might be a little funky, but that might be the limit. Muddy fucks sometimes happen - they just do. Lack of prep or a spontaneous to fuck when there is no time or place.

But I kind of draw the line on doing it on purpose. And eating, or defecating on one's chest (or worse - mine!), is just off limits to me. Yes......even I have limits.

Still, I was horny to get fucked. Right then. And no, I didn't plan on it, so I didn't have a chance to clean out. But this kind of would work out, as we'd both get something we wanted. He was into it........and I wanted to be boned.

Well, he seemed to be into the idea.

I greased him up and bent over for the penetration. While he wasn't super hard, he should have been hard enough to get in me. But he wasn't. Or couldn't.

He eventually just asked me to blow him, which I did and got a tasty load from him as well.

As he was getting himself back together, he somewhat apologized for the lack of fucking. He thought it was "disgusting" to fuck bareback.

He's in to heavy scat play and yet, I'm disgusting.

Yeah - that seems about right.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Best Blowjob I Ever Had

I swear this series of posts wasn't planned - the one almost two weeks ago and the one the other day. It's just a strange and funny coincidence.  I swear.

A few weeks back, an aggressive, verbal, married guy stumbled upon me.

And when I say "aggressive", I mean he likes to use his hands - open palm. I totally get this isn't for everyone. As long as they don't leave a permanent mark, I'm not too bad about it.

At first, he was willing, even wanted to - but he wasn't sure. He started out lighter than we ended up. He kept progressing to the point of the sting and making the ears ring. Still, it was a level at which I was comfortable.

He would also mutter his words, until I think he knew I wasn't being offended.  Calling me a "cocksucker" or "faggot" is not offensive to me. Telling me my shoes don't match my outfit might, but not calling me those things.....or worse.

Our first time was good. The second time, I double-booked, because, well, you know how it goes. Often a guy flakes. So I booked one guy and then this guy calls and asks for the same time. I never mentioned the potential "other" guy. I should have, but figured the chances were slim it would ever come to pass.

Wouldn't you know, they both pulled up at the exact same time. Luckily, neither seemed to matter much. The first guy was into it, but the returning guy almost completely ignored the other. He didn't care he was there, but he never looked at, spoke to, touched or allowed himself to be touched by him either.

When the 'new' guy came out of the restroom, I was already blowing the returning guy. I made his cock grow to the full 7".  I did nothing new or different to this guy than any other guy I blow - and I think that's the important part of this tale.

I'm big on using my tongue. Most guys use it, but they don't USE it. There is a concerted effort on my part to make my tongue dance along the underside of their cock - as they're deep down my throat, or as I move up and down, or if I'm concentrating on the head. It's almost always moving. I have to say, about 85% of the guys really respond to this method. Some don't - they might get pleasure, but they don't exhibit it. Or maybe they don't have those neuro-sensors.

This guy really loved my work on his frenulum. His head would go back and stay there for as long as I'd work on that area. He was in heaven.....and I was there because I knew it was pleasing him.

Now and again, this guy likes to take his open palm and slap me upside the head. I never mind that, though I think it freaked the other guy out a little. Usually the slap would come with a derogatory term - adding to the hotness of the situation.

I would go back and forth between both guys, but would focus most of my energy on the first guy.

At some point, it was all my attention to him. I wanted him to get off.

He loved my attention to detail too. And soon, he was shooting a big wad in my mouth, which I savored and swallowed - naturally.

I knew I had to get back to guy #2, but I walked the first guy out and he just turned to me and said I was an "outstanding cocksucker" and it was the best blowjob he's ever had.

I did nothing too special out of my ordinary routine, so I now know that other guy was just being a dick.

Friday, May 22, 2015


He messaged me via both Scruff and Grindr.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes I hate my libido.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hurried and changed. He was doing the same.

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

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

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

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Bucket List

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

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

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

I have one of both lists, of course.

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

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

And then he was gone.

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

C'est la vie.

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

But you know - I'd still blow him.

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

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

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

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

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

And he is a dirty fucking pig.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friday, May 15, 2015

2 of His. 1 of Mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And somewhere it did.

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

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

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

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

Monday, May 11, 2015

Worst Blowjob I Ever Had

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

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

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

I guess I can't say that now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt vindicated.

Friday, May 08, 2015

Hotel Bathroom Stall Suck

CLAW was officially over.

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

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

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

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

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

The man was so fucking sweet too. Damn.

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

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

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

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

His pants opened, and so did mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Could this guy get any better?

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

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

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

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

And then I started to shoot.

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

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

Damn right.

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

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

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Room 154

Still on the last day of the leather event.

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

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

So that's floating around there somewhere.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a nice cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Room 554

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

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

I replied with, "what room #?"

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

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

His legs were thick. So was his cock.

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

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

But then he wanted to lay back in the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Room 254

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Hotel Bathroom Stall Fuck

It had been 24 days since I last came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I moved on to day 25 of no ejaculation.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Mirror Mirror

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I scooped it up myself and at it.

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