Thursday, July 30, 2015

Two Times

I met him on craigslist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sunday, July 26, 2015


There was no other way to describe him: Nerd.

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

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

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

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

Well fuck!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thursday, July 23, 2015


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Six loads in two days. One of them mine.

Yes, for sure, now my ass was sore.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

That Moment When......

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Hotel Group Encounter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I did - for about 11 hours.

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

Monday, July 13, 2015


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At the point I slipped to my knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*ok, in any room - or even outdoors!

Wednesday, July 08, 2015

Double Teamed

It was a confluence that I would never have suspected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After the fact, I was called "adequate".

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

At least I understand this.

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

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

Maybe we're not all that different.

Sunday, July 05, 2015

the Cigarman Returns

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But we don't always get what we want.

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

Soon, it was back to me on my knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I did do something I don't normally do.

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

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

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

Thursday, July 02, 2015

Four on the Floor

He found me on A4A.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And trust me - that is not a complaint.

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

Monday, June 29, 2015

No Hablo 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.