Saturday, June 23, 2018

Hotel Breed & Seed

He was in town and hit me up. Actually, he was at the hotel closest to where I live – less than a mile away. Convenient for me. And for him.

I knew from the get-go that I’d have to be the top here. There’d be no flipping or manipulating the situation to get his dick. That was a shame, as it was a nice cock. I can’t say what compelled me to hook- up, as in my mind, I wasn’t really in a top mood, yet here I was, heading to the Doubletree to meet some guy from Seattle.

In his Scruff chat, he mentioned how he’d been taking dick up the ass since 14……from a friend of the family. And how that ‘friend’ loaned him out to his buddies. It should be noted that the family friends was more than twice the guy’s age at the time. That shit bones me up, big time…..which is probably why I was headed to the hotel.

He sent me his room number and told me his check out time. I told him he’d see me at 10a.

He opened the door without hesitation. Naked. Like he should be. He wanted to go back to the bed room, but I wasn’t there yet. That room was dark. I like the light sometimes. I know from the room position that no one could see in – which was a shame – but I stayed put and he came back to me without question.

While I had slipped on a chrome cock ring before heading down, I could not believe how hard my cock was at the start. As you all know, while recent history here at this blog doesn’t reflect it, I am more geared to being this guy than being the top. I pulled it out of my shorts and it bounced up and hit his face. He immediately went for it so I had to push him back. He had to learn patience and manners. He’s been doing this since 14, surely he knew the score, no?

I sat my ass on his hotel sofa. I kicked off my shorts and spread my legs. He got on his knees and made it between those legs. I told him to start with my balls. Lightly. I never know why but my nuts are so sensitive at this time in the play. After you suck my dick or do anything my balls are rarely, if ever, this responsive to touch of a tongue.

He worked his way up my shaft – which was throbbing by now – and took my head in between his lips. Looking up at me, initially, he made eye contact as he took inch after inch into his mouth.

Now this is where there was a disconnect. There was zero wrong with his sucking. Good alternating styles. Not teeth. The right amount of his saliva. Eager. …..and yet is was doing little for me. Even BikeGuy the Bottom can enjoy good head. And it was all ok, but I just wasn’t really responding though I put a good show of it. I can play the part.

My dick was still pretty hard, but I saw some of the stiffness wane. I peppered him questions about his family friend and his friend’s friends. He was all too willing a participant in taking random strangers – adults – up his teen ass. He confirmed for me that he had lost count of how many men have fucked him. It made my dick strain.

I made him lick lower….and lower….until his lips were planted on my shitter. He licked enthusiastically. Again – I should be loving this, and it was all ok, but not really feeling it.

For my own pleasure, I made him stand up and sucked his cock. Yes, I am selfish enough that even though my dick is feeling ok…..I wanted more. Something that would satisfy me. I knew I wasn’t going to get him to cum, but just to feel the heft of a cock in my mouth was going to get me farther along in the process. He was either like me and a good actor, or he really liked my style. I guess we will never know.

It was time. We went back to the bed. I pulled the curtains back to let in light. First, I like to see what’s going on. Secondly, I wanted natural light for the video. Yeah – I knew exactly what I was doing.

Immediately he assume the position – face down, ass up. I suppose I could have changed how I was gonna bone him, but it never crossed my mind to change how it went down. I should have taken some of the lead in that way, but I didn’t. I didn’t care enough – certainly didn’t care enough about him. I leaned down and looked right at his hole. I lapped at it a few times, then got a wad ready and spat right onto his fuck hole.

No lube other than my own spit, I could have pushed into him easily, but this is a guy who’s been fucked since 14. I felt he’d really need to feel it. I lined up and punched all 7.5” into him. To the hilt. He groaned like a bitch but took it way too easily. I wasn’t the first to do this to him – probably this trip, though he denied it.

As you’ll see, I fucked him for a while. I varied my strokes. You don’t get the entire fuck on video, but it’s a nice representation. He wanted the load buried. I wanted the load buried. But I was videoing. You’ve seen me bury the load. Or more to the fact – you haven’t seen it. You see the dick buried…..you hear me moan or say something nasty…..or they moan and take it. Again, as you’ll see, I did a porn movie move – I withdrew enough for you to see me shoot it on his hole (not all over his ass like the weak porn movies) and then push it in.

Also unlike bad porn that shoots it all on the hole and then pushes in pretending like they’re still cumming, when all know they’re not – I just let you see the first squirt or so and then give him all I have……..straight up his ass.

The stranger got a week’s worth of spunk. I’m hoping it stuck to his guts. I slipped out, used his bathroom to clean off my cock. Found my shorts, pulled them on and left. I was well done with my day before ever realizing I never even gave him the option to cum. In theory, I could have gone to my knees and sucked him off. Or stood there and watched him jack till he shot. I did neither. It never crossed my mind.

He texted me when he landed in Seattle. My load was still in him.

Excellent.



Hotel Breed and Seed

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

CLAW 2018 #3

It’s an unofficial annual hook-up. He’s attends CLAW. I work at CLAW. He pings me on Recon. I go to his room. He stands there. I go to my knees. He lays back. I finish the job.

In theory, that could be the entire post. I wrapped it up into a nutshell for you there.

Normally – well always, save this time – we do the deed on Sunday morning. CLAW’s final morning. I always figured I was the last chance / final gasp for him at CLAW. Maybe he got laid other times, or perhaps not, but he knew I was a sure thing. And I was. More than he knows.

For this guy, it’s strictly oral. Oh, I’d like more, for sure, but it isn’t even uttered. Perhaps I should have, but I find it’s not quite my place to suggest or tell.

The guy is manly. Shorter than I would normally go for. The cock is average. But he wears leather well, which oddly enough, is saying something at a leather event. My stance is, most guys can’t pull it off the way they think. This guy can. And while I have many weaknesses, I do love a man in mirrored aviator sunglasses. And he carries himself well. Firm in his want, but not a dick about – though it’d be ok if he were.

He is clearly always in a non-smoking room, though they probably all are. On the hotel desk sat three cigars. How I’d love to service him as he kicked back with one. Maybe one day, but this was not it.

There is little talk. He greets me and usually tells me to get on the floor. This time I took a little initiative and leaned in to kiss him. He responded. He’s a great kisser, for what little we did it. Soon, his hands were on my shoulders pushing me down – gently, yet insistently – to my knees. He wasn’t there for kissing. I get it.

I gnawed on the outside of his worn 501s. I made him hard. I made a wet spot – but of my own spit, not his precum. His hand was at the back of my head, grinding me into his mound. Slowly, but surely, I reached up and undid his belt. I popped the top button of his jeans. After that, I didn’t fuck around – it was easy to have the other buttons just undo as I tugged downwards on the denim. There was no underwear.

His cock bounced up and hit my face as I pulled the pants partially down. I immediately extended my tongue and ran it every so lightly along the underside. The cock jumped. Internally I chuckled. These big bad rough leather dudes respond to the light touch. Irony was not lost on me.


My lips enveloped his head…..then the shaft. My lips were soft, but firm. There was friction with warmth and flesh of my lips. The tongue was there too. I use all aspects of my mouth to elicit a reaction. Lips. Teeth. Tongue. Throat. Roof. Spit. Humming. Anything that will make the cock react. Each guy is different, so I have to be adept to how they feel with what I’m doing and change it accordingly. That is the difference between just getting a blowjob and being a cocksucker. Or cockworshipper.

His hands were planted on the back of my head. His hips moved. He was in sync with my downward movements. Some guys can’t get that rhythm at all. My downward move, his upward thrust. He gave it like a champ. I took it like one.

Invariably, he pulled me off. I knew what was going to happen. I get I’m the sub in these situations, so I have little say. He likes to lay down on the bed and have me between his legs. It’s not a great position for me to suck cock – not expertly. Not the way I like it, but again, it’s not really about me. If my skills are less than perfect, he doesn’t notice, or at least say anything.


This time it might have been to his advantage. Usually his head is a little back. I can’t tell if he’s looking at me, as he leaves the mirrored shades on. But this time, his mirrored closet ran the length of the bed. He could look over and see his reflection and mine in the mirror – almost like he was watching a personal porn movie – starring him.

While I’d like him to be more verbal, he’s not. Not really. He’s not degrading either, which is kind of something I look for, especially in top leather men. I know that is a stereotype, but they do exist. In reality, the leather community seems to have some of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. Sure he made moans and groans, but not much more.

I did ask him to stand up for the feeding, something we’ve never done. It’s always been while he’s reclined. He was nice enough to comply. It did become a face fuck situation, but before that happened, I was forcing myself on his dick at a faster pace. He just took up the action from his end.

Maybe it was because it was the first day of CLAW, or maybe it was because I am so damned good at sucking dick, but he unloaded a huge wad of jizz into my mouth, and into my throat. What was in my mouth, found it’s way to my throat and then into my belly – the amount of cum that’s been there is only something of which Rod Stewart could dream!

He was very thankful and gracious about my services, but by no means wanted me dawdling or sticking around. Nor could I. I was hustled out the door with the lingering taste of a man’s semen on my breath.

Now, wasn't that better than just the opening paragraph synopsis?

Saturday, June 09, 2018

CLAW 2018 #2

This will start more pathetic than it ends up. I’m still at CLAW. It’s later in the day. I’ve had some flirts, but no actual action other than blindfolded whore guy.

There was one guy and his boy hanging out while I was working. They were volunteers. As I sat and did my work while waiting for me to give them an assignment. The boy was hotter than the man, but the man had it all over him – and me – in terms of confidence and forwardness. Soon his hand was under my kilt, and at my ass. Soon after that there was a finger, then two, in my ass. I did nothing to discourage the behavior.

The 2nd in charge of CLAW walked in and chuckled. “Do you even know him?” was his question to me, but in front of the guy(s), which I took to be rhetorical. And of course I knew him. His name was on the volunteer roster. Geeze! That said, I did have to send the guy and his boy away for two consecutive 90 minute shifts, so it wasn’t meant to be. He wanted me to come to his hotel room, which I was for, until he told me which hotel – which wasn’t even any of the three host hotels. Nope. Not happening.

A kid – ok maybe 28 – gorgeous as fuck, with a thick chain around his neck, clasped with a padlock, stood in front of me, also a volunteer. I made him wait for his assignment just so I could stare. He stared right back. I know I was a ‘daddy’ to him, but he looked at me every so sexily. I wanted him bad, but duty called and he had to go do his job. I wasn’t trying to be subtle to him, but really had no idea anyone else in the room was noticing. They all burst into laughter after he left. Laughing at me. I had nothing to be ashamed about. I never saw him again.

I got pinged by blindfolded guy, asking if I had another load in me. I did. But did I want to visit something I’ve already had? I really wanted to get bred myself, but it was turning out to be less and less of an opportunity. Still there had to be other guys to top, no? Maybe – but timing and opportunity were not intersecting in the venn diagram of sex. I caved and said yes.

Back to the 16 th floor for me. Between the elevator and the room, I passed a good looking young guy. Probably late 20s. Handsome. Smooth. Harness, shorts and boots on only. We caught each other’s eye. I never turned back around. 1604 was open. I pushed in and went in and shut the door. Buttboy was still in place…..still blindfolded. What a whore.

I barely pushed into him when there was a knock on the door. I asked if he invited another, but he said not a word. Just like last time, he was silent. WTF, I thought. I withdrew and went to the door and opened it. What did I care if there was another. It would make it hotter. I like an audience. #Not even looking through the peep hole, I opened the door. There stood the guy I just passed. Not really thinking, I assumed he was invited here and just looking for the room and we arrived around the same time. This was not the case. He assumed it was my room and was bold enough to knock on the door to get at me. I’d find this out later, of course.

I went back to our host and stuck my hard cock into. I got an ‘umphf’ as I slammed my dick into what I knew what was a well-used hole. The kid stood next to me and dropped his shorts. It was a decent piece, but nothing that would stop traffic. Turns out he wasn’t dropping trou to show me his dick. He turned to the side to show me that hairless white ass. He was watching my hard cock going in and out of this other guy. He silently nodded his head for me to follow him out the door. For all my faults, I am a decent guy. I felt bad just ditching the guy bending over for me, but I had already given him a load – as had others. So I did the next best thing: faked my own orgasm. He had so much jizz in him, he’d never really know. I followed the kids out into the hall, waiting for him to lead the way to his room.

His room turned out to be the stairwell between 17 and 16. He assumed I had a room, I assumed he did. This guy had either just come from another’s room or just cruising the hotel hallways looking for action – and apparently finding it. #I’m a big fan of public or semi-public sex, so a stairwell wasn’t a ‘no’ from me. I did look: no cameras. And no one was walking down or up 16-17 flights of stairs, even though the wait for the elevators seemed interminable. He clearly wasn’t fazed – and might have already done it here, since he went right to it. His vinyl shorts came off and tossed on a stair ahead of him. He reached down to balance on one of those risers.

I did coat my cock with spit, but there was no foreplay other than him insisting on kissing. He was adamant about that, but not good at the deed. I wasn’t there to teach him. He bent over, exposing his little pink hole. I put my pink pole into it.

Like the last guy, he was no stranger to stranger cock. The hole was receptive, but tighter than the last guy. This guy was younger, so it stands to reason he hadn’t taken as much cock in his lifetime, though you just never know. He wasn’t silent, but he wasn’t noisy. He was getting fucked and liked it. I was ambivalent, to be honest. I’d rather it be me bending over in this stairwell while some unknown guy I’d never see again seeded my cunt.

Like the last time, I could hold out easily. I’m getting used to fucking more and not being so quick on the draw. He took every inch like a champ, and he took it hard. There was nothing special about the fuck for me – other than the locale. But I had a load brewing and I was going to get rid of it – and may as well dump in some basically anonymous butt, right? (you know the answer.)

I unleashed. It’s like I hadn’t even shot a few hours before, yet here I was spraying inside this kid. He loved it. Of course he would…..and I’m not patting myself on the back. I could be anyone to this guy.

I let it slip out this time instead of yanking it out. Without even asking he sank to his knees and cleaned me off. Good boy.



We exited the stairwell into the hallway. He insisted on kissing again. He was still bad at it. Ironically, I ended up taking the stairs down 10 flights, as it was a wait for the elevators. When I got downstairs I had a scruff message from the blindfolded guy thanking me for the load (ha!) and asking if there was someone else in the room with me.

I never answered him.

Sunday, June 03, 2018

CLAW 2018 #1

I attended my 6 th CLAW a month or so back. As usual, I did more work there than play. It’s always the way with me. And as usual, it was harder to hook up with guys, as a bottom, than I think it should. Where I think a lot of time bottoms can have more power in bed, tops have more power to get guys too bed. Sometimes the bottoms are powerless in that regard.

The problem here of course is there are too many potential guys with which to hook up, so it’s a waiting game. And if someone else is potentially hotter, than you’re left in the dust. It’s much easier to top here. WAY too easy, in fact. The irony is – and I’ve said this before – a thousand guys right in front of you and the way guys fucking hook up are via Scruff and Recon phone apps. Frustrating.

That said, that is how I got some action all three times.

He was on Scruff. Average everything, but a nice face – though on the screen would be the only time I’d see it. His profile alluded to vers, but in the convo, it was clear he wasn’t. Or wasn’t for this trip. He was a big old bottom.

1604 was the room. Door would be open. And it was. He was head down, shoulders up, eyes blindfolded. I had on a kilt, so nothing needed to be taken off. I had gotten hard as I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. Scenes like that always get to me, regardless if I’m bottom or top.

I stood behind him, admiring his ass. I dropped to my knees and ate his hole. I wasn’t the first one there. This I knew, by smell and taste. Eventually I stood. I raised a hand and brought it down hard upon his left cheek. If it hurt him, he never let on. If he liked it, he never let on. In a certain way, that says a lot about a man. He wasn’t there to be interactive, he did the right thing.

I lifted the kilt, my hard exposed. I pressed it against his hole, no lubrication. I had a hunch I wasn’t the first one there. I wasn’t wrong. With enough resistance, but not enough to stop me, I entered. The hole was slick. I mentioned it. The only time he really responds to me. I’m #3 – so he claims. #I fuck. I fuck hard. This is about me. While it’s kind of about him, I try to make it less so. I want him to feel like he already feels – like a thing. Like a utility. I know that feeling. I’ve been that utility. I know how he wants to be treated, what he wants to feel like after that door closes.

He’s not one for aural ques. There is nothing telling me if he likes it or doesn’t. I don’t really care either way. I pump. I pull all the way out and enter all the way in. I started by sliding, then it was pushing, then it was punching. I don’t think I was his #3, but I’ve been wrong before. He was open. He was willing. All too willing. There was nothing ‘vers’ about this guy.

I held off an incredibly long time, actually. While he didn’t say it, I think he was annoyed. He was, in my opinion, looking for a pump and dump. Usually my triggers take care of that for me, and easily. Not today. But I was controlling this more than I usually do. Not quite edging. I never got that close, though I could have. I was enjoying this – not just the hole, but the scene. The blindfold. The pig.



Still, I had work to do. I made a promise to CLAW and I intended to keep it. I got close. At the precipice. Then I overacted when it happened. I made a show of it. I left the folks in the hallway know. I let the folks, if any, in the adjacent rooms to know too.

I let his guts know too. I filled them up with white hot sperm. Which added to the others he had lining his intestines. Which would be the lube for guy #4.

I pulled out. Dripped on his carpet a little and put my kilt down. I didn’t thank him. I didn’t say a word. He heard the door slam shut behind me.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Black Cop

He was visiting from out of town and on A4A. He was African American, but at least where I am that’s not a surprise. I’ve said it before here, here, A4A is predominantly people of color. I don’t think that’s the same in all places, but if you’re looking for black cock in Cleveland, it’s a start. I wasn’t looking for any certain color dick…………just dick. He just happened to be black. And from out of town. And in a hotel.

He worked during the day, consulting he said. He was free in the evenings….until he wasn’t. Until the last night of his stay. It was freezing out, but I made the trek, douche in pocket. He was clear about wanting to fuck me. I was clear about wanting to be fucked.

I got to the hotel lobby and used the restroom to do my final clean-out. I wanted to be prepared, as I like to be a good, clean bottom. When I got to the room he let me in. His pics didn’t do him justice. He was handsome. Dark. Built. I told him so too.

He wanted to make out. I wasn’t about to say no. It was easier for him to bring me in lip to lip. He was taller than I, he was larger than I, and more powerful. I succumbed, as you might expect. He pulled me to him and held me there. This would have been great, had he been a good kisser, but alas, he was not. Story of my life.

It’s ok though. He didn’t want me there long. He pushed me to my knees. I had been fondling his cock through his briefs while getting kissed. He was plumping up nicely, but not fully erect. Just the way I like it. Personally, I like to know I had a little something to do with getting him all the way up. And I did.

After wrapping my pink lips around his dark meat, I purposefully sank down on his shaft as I watched it disappear the closer to I got to his groin. Soon, it was all gone, only to reappear a few moments later on the backing off of it…………….and then I repeated. Often. And faster. His skin glistened with my spit, making his meat look even darker than it was.



Sucking cock was nice, but that’s not what I was there for and we both knew it. He hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me toward the bed. I fell onto it gladly. He was right behind, so to speak. In actuality he was between my legs…..crawling up between them towards me. With his cock erect, he just played with me. He slid the cock against mine. Then under my balls, toward my hole, but not in it. It was teasing. It was frottage. He was gauging. I was ready.

He was too. But out of nowhere he pulled out a small tube of lube and a rubber. He saw my face and said if he knew me better, he’d go without. He was a pro and snapping it on. It took seconds, tops. And a second later he was positioned at my hole. Since he was pushing eight inches, I took a nice long hit of poppers and waited five seconds to relax. Then he pushed in. Just the head and then steadily the rest of it. I bit my lip.

He was a pro at fucking too. The man was big, but knew how to use it. It was bliss. He kept mentioning he’d be coming back to town often and how he’d like to fuck me each and every time. Here I was with a black pole up my cunt – so who was I to say ‘no’? Not that I wanted to.

The guy was a talker. But it was easy. Nothing forced. Asking me questions and such while he slowly but deliberately plugged away at my hole. Even I responded asking what kind of work brought him to town. He hesitated but eventually answered. He was collaborating with the police department. I was more than intrigued. This was a first for me, should it be true – so I asked if he was a law enforcement officer………….he replied in the affirmative. I was raging hard at this point. He fucked harder. A fucking cop was boning my ass. Sure, he wasn’t in uniform, but I can’t have everything I want, right?

He kept up with the ‘next time’ stuff. “Next time, I’ll fuck you without the rubber”. I tried to casually bring it up now and then too. I won’t be as subtle here as I was then, but basically asking him why would next time be different – as he wouldn’t know me any better than now, not really. This was all between moans of how good his big black cock felt. I could tell he loved me telling him how big it was. I think he liked the race stuff too. He made it clear he liked white hole. I made it clear, I liked black cock.

He was close. Too close. He pulled out. Mostly to cool himself down. To not shoot….not yet. We had agreed that after he came, he’d feed me the cum from his rubber. But now he was lightly stroking his cock….the rubber getting bunched up a bit as it tends to do in fucking, let along stroking. He kept saying about how next time……next time…..next time. He watched as I reached down and fingered my hole. I watched him watch me. He was mesmerized it seemed. I told him how good his cock felt in my ass.

By this time, the rubber was almost all the way off. Then all the way off. He still stroked….slowly, but steadily. I felt the tides had turned on his thinking, but I can be manipulative. I played the part he wanted me to play – or that I think he did. Knowing there was not one at least within arm’s reach, I told him to get another rubber and fuck me. He did half of what I said.

He leaned in and pushed his now raw cock into me. The rubber he had on was next to us in plain sight. His cock was nowhere I could see it, since it was buried in my hairy ass.

It took him all of two minutes to finish what he was doing. He said nothing. He groaned a bit before, but not during. Maybe acknowledging it would make it too real. Too wrong.  I could feel the warmth in my guts.

His breathing steadied. He slipped out of me. It was still a dark piece of meat. I slid down and took him in my mouth. He didn’t stop me. I licked him clean. Clean of me. Clean of himself.

I dressed in my layers as he put on his shorts. He thanked me. I thanked him effusively. In the lobby I went to message him a ‘thank you’. By that time his profile was nowhere to be seen. I was cop blocked.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Sucking Today?

"Sucking Today?"

That was the start of his Grindr message to me.  Actually, it was the entire initial message to me.

I do like a guy - for the most part - who gets to the point. I mean, once a guy started with "have you taking your morning shit yet?".  While I wasn't into it, in an odd way, I was glad he got that fetish out of the way so we could both move on.  Immediately.

The odd thing about message - in a way - was that in my Grindr profile it has almost no information other than my stats. I never says I'm prefer to be a cocksucking bottom.  Maybe it's something about my face that just says it.

Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part and he hit up the right guy.  For me, he was the right guy - for right then.

27, 6'2", 195, brown hair, an ok dick in his pics, but nothing stellar. He eventually sent a face pic which clinched the deal - though to be fair, he was in anyways. He was less than a mile away and had no qualms about stopping by my office near the end of the day.

He was dressed appropriately. Shirt, tie, dress slacks. I work in a professional environment, so having a guy from the streets just show up is suspect. He looked the part of someone who might be having a meeting with me should we run into anyone.

When he showed, he sported a wedding ring. While it could be with a woman, he carried himself in a certain way that told me it was a man.  Or to a woman he'd be divorcing in a few years when he finally came out. I'm still guessing he is married to a dude.   And he didn't care either way - and neither did I.  I was planning on sucking his dick if he were single or married and either way, I'm getting the cock.

During our electronic get-to-know-you, I had sent some action pics, so he got the idea of what I did, though he already seemed to know.

Getting to my office is tricky, so I met him after he parked and took him to my place of work. I asked for a first name in case we ran into anyone that we could play it off.  He told me his name was "Chris".  We passed a few folks and ended up going to my office and closing the door - which automatically locks. A secretary sat not 10 feet outside my closed door.

Once in "Chris" asked if I had any videos he could watch while I sucked him.  I wasn't really sure about that, but showed him one. His cock was rock hard in his pants as he watched. It felt nice. I unzipped him.  The cock came out.  It was much nicer than pics portrayed it.

While probably only 6.5", it was thick. THICK.  It had a great head and it probably had a 45 degree upward angle. But it was the hardness that I was loving. It was like steel.

He moaned slightly as my tongue ran along the underside of his shaft. I then wrapped my lips around the head and started taking him to the root. He had a few very prominent veins, as you can see.  And ones I could feel.  I fucking love that.



I was hyper aware that as I sucked, he was just swiping left or right and finding video after video on that phone. Ironically, his Grindr screen name was 'Discreet', but here he was happy to see other guys fuck my face, or ass, or me worshipping their cock. Discretion was only on his terms.

He must have gotten to one of me taking it up the ass, because he whispered, "do you have a condom?"  I didn't quite hear him, so he repeated it. I told him I did not, which was a lie. It's not that I was trying to take his cock raw - though I would have played that hand - but I was sooooooo not prepped to take it up the ass. Had he given me time, or some notice that is what he wanted, I would have been good to go.

I'd have loved to feel that thick married rod up my cunt.

As it was, I took the phone from him and said, "let's make our own movie".  I half expected him to say 'no', but he didn't. I hit 'record' and we were off. I made a show of it, using my tongue and lips, before his shaft disappeared, then reappeared.  Over and over.

I'd like to say he was watching me suck his dick, but I know he was watching the screen, watching himself. In its own way, that it hot too.

He knew the score of what we were doing and where, so he was good about keeping quiet. I'm not sure how vocal he'd be otherwise.

Normally I can gauge when a guy is getting closer due to his voice or his cock getting harder. But he was quiet and there was no possible way I think his dick could have been stiffer. Both hands went to my head, and I figured out we might be nearing the home stretch.

His hips picked up speed too. He started really fucking my face - not that I couldn't keep up. And I think after almost 800 entries (I know, can you fucking believe it?) that I'm not a gagger. I'm an expert cocksucker. 

But as Chris started to shoot.........and shoot...........and shoot............and shoot.....I started to get worried. I was held tight on his cock. Even if I backed up two or three inches I'd be ok. That wasn't going to be allowed.

My biggest fear was me doing the gagging noise. As thick as door is, I couldn't guarantee it wouldn't be heard by my secretary.  ....and it is brand new carpet, so I didn't want any semen on there either. I mean, I wanted it all in my mouth.

No worries gents - I didn't miss a drop and I didn't gag. I still have a great record.  And for the record, it was a lot of cum and it was great tasting.

If he noticed the near gag or my commitment to the effort, he didn't let on. Or didn't care, now that he got his.

He pulled up his pants and was ready to go. I walked him to the elevator, passing a few co-workers along the way, and then headed back to my office to finish some work.  One colleague popped her head into my office, wondering who I was interviewing and if he was 16.  She was surprised when I said he was pushing 30 and was at a certain point in his career.

While we were chatting, all I could think about was the load I was still tasting in my mouth - and when I might get it again.

Monday, April 02, 2018

A Semi-Calculated Plan

I was in DC minding my own business - well, kind of - when I got a message on Scruff.

Actually, I was cruising there for a while, getting lots of false leads of guys who pretended to be interested until you push to meet. Then they're like fucking Casper.

I finally just plopped my hairy ass at a Peet's coffee shop. Free wi-fi and caffeine, so why not?.  I don't think I was being too too obvious looking at A4A, Recon, Grinr and Scruff.  Yes, I was horny - could you tell? 

The guy next to might have, as he grabbed his coffee and found another chair somewhere else.

But then the Scruff 'woof' came. I click on it and it seems we had been chatting two years past. Possibly when I was last in town. He was 700 ft from me. I made no bones about being horny. He did too. My problem was - he was a bigger bottom than I am. 

I know - right?

But he was handsome as fuck. 6'0", 200, bearded. Nice big cock....which was a tease, since he wanted to suck mine or take it up the ass. 

At this point, I had not gotten off for over two weeks. And I was horny, so my head wasn't on straight. I'd have fucked him. Or let him blow me. But part of me hoped he'd let me blow him.

This was last Friday. "Holiday" weekend for some. He was leaving work and going to the shore with his husband in a few. I didn't have a place to take him, as I traveled with others. But I told him I was 700 feet away - which he knew - and to stop by to say 'hi' if he wanted. He said he'd be there in 15.

He was there in 10.

I had already scoped the place out and had a plan, if it came to that. A multi-tiered plan.

He entered, saw me and came and sat next to me. Maybe it was just my libido, but he was hotter than fuck right then. We exchanged names, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember it, so we can call him "Larry", I suppose.

This is when he's telling me about his travel plans. I had travel plans too.......my hand, as it slowly and purposefully made it from the arm of my chair to my crotch. Larry watched every movement. He saw my right hand pass over and land on my denim covered crotch. He saw it slowly, but deliberately, grip the mound that was there. To the unsuspecting, I'm not sure anyone would have caught this. Larry was suspecting.

He looked up, his eyes meeting mine like in a bad porn movie.

This was tier 1 and 2 of my plan. Get him to Peet's.  Get him to want. Get him to want it bad enough he makes bad judgments. Going by the look in his eyes, I achieved Level 2.  Yay me!

I didn't really need to confirm, but I thought it important he hear it come out of his own mouth. I asked him if he wanted 'this', while I lightly squeezed. He said 'yes'.  I made him say it. "I want your cock", loud enough for me to hear, though luckily, someone was grinding beans right at that moment. No one else could hear.

I said, "good boy".

I told him there were two bathrooms behind him. I didn't ask if he would be comfortable doing it there. Giving options is giving opportunity for rejection. I wasn't in the mood for that. The last 90 minutes had been constant rejection.

The bathrooms were down a side hall. The hall was visible to about two-thirds of the shop, but no one behind the counter. Unlike most public places in DC, there was no code to punch in to gain access. I had to ask no one, leaving less people to be any the wiser.

Without hesitation or even prompting, he said, "I'll follow you in". 

I got up, and went to the first door. As I opened it, someone was right behind me, but not Larry. Honest to fucking god, it was a priest. A ginger priest. He paid me no never mind. He must have come in the side door close to the bathrooms. He put whatever he was carrying down on a shelf and went into the restroom right beside the one I was taking. I let the door close.

30 seconds later, the door opened. Larry secured the lock and immediately his hands were undoing my belt and pawing at me jeans. Who was I to stop him?

Level 3: achieved.

He went right to his knees. The man had an amazing mouth. Clearly very very very experienced.  Sad but true, I could be quick on the trigger this day. I know it was public and we should be quick, but I didn't want to just blow and go THAT easily.

I made him slow down. He took out his own cock and balls. That was a gorgeous cock he has. Maybe 8", filled out and fleshy.  I was in awe of it.  I pulled out of his mouth to cool down. But asked if I could suck his cock for a few.  He agreed.


It filled up my mouth so nicely. I felt his hand go to the back of my head like it was the most natural thing in the world for both of us. I could have sucked it all day - even in a public restroom. But I also knew that's not why we were there.

Sometimes I'd squelch on this type of deal and be a manipulative cocksucker. But for some unknown reason, I liked this guy - though we didn't even know each other. Fuck - I don't even know his name.

He pulled out of my mouth, as I suspected he would. He got down on my level (as if!). I stayed there for a moment as well.


Oh. Did I mention he had no issue with video or photography?  Clearly he didn't.  And his lips weren't just good on the head of my cock. He was an excellent kisser.

Then it was his turn to go back down on me.

He was working my dick like mad - mouth only. It's all he needed. I was so wired as it was. Before we even started he knew I had a two week load, yet I felt the need to remind him.

I was ready. I asked him if he was. He nodded slightly, as his mouth was full. And then I started shooting. And shooting. And shooting.

Here he is keeping up with the volume.


"Keep going", I told him,  "I'm not done.........not yet. Not for a bit.  You said you could take it." He mumbled and gulped at the same time.

I can be a vocal cummer, but it was a public place with tiled walls. It was potentially risky, though I could easily just walk out the side door and disappear into the crowd if needed. Still, I made a concerted effort to keep it all in check.

My groans were low. My voice was too. It was the aftershocks I get at the end of the ejaculation that throw me. It's almost - if not completely - involuntary. I made sounds along with the quaking of the body.

I knew upon cumming that it was it for us. There'd be no negotiating his release. I was done and he stood up and started fastening his pants. I did the same. He thanked me for the warning about the size of the load - he said without it he might not have been able to keep up. I think he would have.

He mentioned this was a first for him.  I said it was for me too...........if he meant, doing it in a Peet's.  Because, let's face it - I've done it in places like this a lot. Just not recently. He laughed.

He thanked me, and I him. We left the bathroom together, no one around, no one to see. No one to cast dispersions.

Not even a red-haired / bearded priest.

Damn.

Monday, March 26, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 5

The anon guy let the door close hard. I picked myself up and saw he left his used underwear behind. At first I thought it an accident until later I saw the video of him fucking me. He was wearing it while plunging in and out of my ass. He purposefully took them off before dressing and leaving.

Naturally, I kept them. Kept them unwashed too.

But it was about two hours from check-out, and people can be fickle, so I got back on-line.  Again, BBRT seemed the place to be. But now, I was the one who was low on messages. There weren't tons of tops or versatile tops on at this hour of the morning. So a very average one was, he asked "what's up".  I was to the point. "Looking to get bred.  Varsity Inn. 204".   His reply, "on the way".   Perfect.

There was no anon.  He was ok - but nothing to write home about.

It was - like the others - a no pretense fuck. I was bent over the bed, he just took out his 6.5" dick and stuck it in. It was a BBRT fuck - he wanted hole.  I wanted cock. He wanted to cum. I wanted his cum. Not his specifically - but he was there, so.......I was gonna get it.

Like the last few fucks, you could feel, hear and smell the wetness of my cunt. The squish was audible, visual and had an olfactory aspect.  I don't know if he noticed or not, but how could you not? He had to notice the ooze of jizz surrounding his cock. He had to notice that some just slipped out of my ass, down my taint and then onto the bedspread - right?

Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe it turned him on and he wanted to add to it. I was down with that - clearly.

He said nice things about my hole - how he liked it, and being in it. He pumped while he complimented it. I did the same for his cock.  I squeezed the cock too, as he was pulling out. I'd open up when he'd push back in - giving him both a loose and tight experience, teasing the fuck out of that dick.

The man lasted maybe 10 minutes before he unloaded up my ass.  #8.  I surpassed my totally made-up goal.  I win!

This guy is also the only one who really wanted to sit around yammering after the fact.  Fuck. Time was limited and yes, I was still horny. And no, I had not cum - but that was never (and rarely is) the objective. But it was a hotel room and one never knows. I finally got rid of him, but put out some feelers on BBRT and jumped in the shower.

Yes, shower. I was meeting friends for lunch and as much as it would have been fun, arriving smelling like cum, sweat and poppers isn't always appropriate. And it was now like 10a and I was starving. I barely ate the night before and now I was caffeine deprived, had a bit of a popper headache and we were nearing check-out time.

I went down the street to Starbucks. They had breakfast sandwiches and caffeine....and comfy chairs and an outlet. Yes, being the addict I am, I booted up the phone. I had a BBRT message - it was a 'text me at 614-555-1212 message.  I texted.

It was last guy from the night before, the one who just showed up. The one with 8" who pummeled me with his dick.  He wanted another go-round. I said if he could get to the hotel immediately, we could fuck before I lost the room. Technically I hadn't checked out and still had the key.  He hemmed and hawed.

Was there some other place we could fuck, he asked.  I countered, it's your town, you tell me. He had nowhere. He suggested the bathroom at Starbucks. Normally, I'd be SO down with that, but this ones had restrooms right in front of the counter and the 4-5 baristas. There was no way one wouldn't notice two guys going into a bathroom.

He had a 'roommate' so his place was off-limits. I don't know why I kept engaging, but I did.




Bossy - he was.  I was in my car in less than 60 seconds.  Oddly, he lived on the same street in which I did many moons ago. Parking was a bitch, so I ended up three blocks away. He was at the door when I walked up.

There was chatter. We never even made it more than 7' in the house. My pants went down, his shorts came off. I got on my knees and sucked him for all of a minute.....he was fully up at 8 again. I bent over his and his "roommates" piano.

Again - no finesse. It was a brutal fuck- but partially on purpose I believe. There was a clear view from the backdoor to where we were. He said his "roommate" could come in at any time. If true, there was no way he couldn't or wouldn't see us. It was probably more of a turn on for me. I don't think I'd have been threatened as I didn't my dick up his ass.

Of course, I would have liked a tag-team three way and said so. The guy boning me said it wouldn't be cool. I was really being pounded into the piano. He fucked hard. He fucked furious. I was not complaining. It was just what I wanted.

We were probably in the 5-7 minute mark before he just gut punched that cock up my hole and held it as deep as it would go. He delivered another load, about 10-11 hours after his last one.

Honestly, as I got back to my car, I looked at Grindr, Scruff et al, figuring, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to double digits if the stars aligned.  As it turns out - I had some quick conversations, but could see they weren't going anywhere. I called it.

While my hotel shower probably helped, in reality, I was going to pick-up friends with a fresh load up my ass, and me smelling of sex.  But with a smile on my face.



Total Load Count: 9
Final Load Count: 9

Sunday, March 18, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 4

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries (there will be five). There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

My little snooze lasted about 5.5 hours. I awoke around 5:30am, kind of lay there reveling in the night before - as an overall feeling of accomplishment. There were some decent guys. There were some good fucks. There were no great guys, but one borderline great fuck.  And yes, there was the dud, and the flakes, but all are to be expected, especially when you "market" yourself in such a manner that I had done.

In reality, it's about the experience not the quality. Quantity is part of that. Honestly, I don't know how Dawson did 30 loads, except that the production team put in the leg work to get the guys. He just had to take the dick, which oddly enough was the easy part.

But it was dark out - and in, as the curtains were drawn. I reached for my fully charged phone to see what, if anything, I missed in those snoozing hours. It turns out, not much. My second placed CL ad garnered no viable leads. The iPhone apps were the same people who were there hours ago, none of them looking any better, or any more available, than before.

BBRT is where I found some activity. He was less than a mile away. The pictures were shitty, but the stats seemed ok, but nothing fantastic. Tall, thin, decent dick. Again, I'm not a paying member, so I can't enlarge the images - and BBRT's images are small as fuck.

Like Guy #2 in the first installment, he wanted it anon. The door was left open, he texted he was in the parking lot.  Lube was laid out. My shoulders were down, my ass up. The door creaked open, closed and locked. Shoes came off, pants were dropped - from what I could tell.

I heard the squirt of lube and I felt the flesh at my back door.

One Push.

That's all he took. That was my only option. There was no real getting used to it, though I had kind of been prepped by five other guys. I'm guessing he was a good 7 or 7.5" - and he knew how to fuck.

Unlike the another anonymous guy, while I never saw him, this fucker did talk...........as you can see when he used my camera to shoot some footage.



During the pounding, he asked how many loads I had taken. I told him he would be #6, but my self-created goal was 7.   He said he'd make sure I got #7 too.

At that point, he unloaded up my butt with a growl that could have awakened the folks in the hotel next door.  Not the room next door, but the hotel.

I was a good boy. I remained faced down. He was still there, I don't know what he did in the interim, but he was close by.  When he stepped back up seven or eight minutes later, his dick had  gotten back to full erection.

The next fuck was hard, unrelenting and much more non-verbal. And it was quicker. The first one lasted a good 10 minutes.  This one lasted less than five.  He buried himself in me and in his own previous load. He added to it.  His and theirs. 

Yes, theirs. I had yet to expel any of the previous folks' semen. I was keeping it as long as I could.



Load Count:  7

Thursday, March 15, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 3

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

Short after the endurance fucker had left I got a BBRT message:   "text me. I'm out of messages".

He left no number in which to text   Groan!  And I groan, because it was a good profile.

For those who don't use BBRT, if you're a non-paying member you only get x amount of messages. As you use one, you have to wait 24 hours for it to replenish. I think you get 35 total, so if you're on the hunt like I was, use those wisely.  I myself was down to 10-12 remaining messages.

I'm not sure if he had no messages left or few, so I took it on myself and just wrote:  Varsity Inn Room 204.   Then went about looking at emails, other BBRT profiles and Grinr, Scruff, A4A and Recon. The apps were the worst. I got little traction from conversation there and it would turn out - zero "meetings".

About 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door.  Oddly enough, it could have been anyone. By this time at least a half dozen guys had the room number, as they had planned to come over before they flaked. And honestly, I kind of forgot the last message I wrote.

It was the guy from BBRT. "I took chance and came over since you sent me your room. I could read messages, just not send any out.".   He hoped it was ok. And it was.

The man was good looking. Late 30s. 6' and maybe 190-200. Dark brown hair, and looking a little swarthy. All his BBRT categories were "Ask Me".  JFC - just answer the questions, already.

But here there were no questions to be answered. He saw for what I was advertising and he showed up at my door pseudo-unannounced.  Oh - and he had 8".


When it got hard - and it was like steel - it was possible the straightest shaft I have ever seen. ...and let's face it, I've seen one or two dicks in my life.

As you'd expect from a guy who kind of shows up unannounced, there was little or not fanfare. No foreplay - though he wanted to kiss. You know I'm down with that, but he was a heavy smoker, which was ironic for his medical background.  He had come right from work, so I knew exactly where he worked and in what specific.

I avoided that as much as I could. He pushed me over - me still standing, but hands on the bed, hairy ass pushed out, full access. 

I never saw him use the lube so maybe he used spit. Had he known, he might not have needed any kind of lube at all.

The man was not subtle. He did one push into my gut. If I wanted to slow him down or extract him, I wouldn't be able. He hammered my ass.  Jackhammered actually. He was rough, but not quite brutal. It was all for his own pleasure - which I'm not opposed to.

Somehow I made it down to the bed. Not quite laying flat, but close to. With each thrust in, with each pull out, I could feel semen escaping. Not tons, but enough that I knew that it was rolling off my balls and onto the poor put upon bedspread.

And yes, there were the cum squishy sounds....again.  Still.

Through his grunts and groans, he did say, "nice fucking ass".  I won't lie - it was good to hear.

Since he was so insistent about coming over, I assumed he'd be a pump and dump. But the man had stamina. Not as long as the guy before him, but it was a good 15 minute

He yelled that he was cumming so loud, the kids next door got their final sex-ed lesson for the night.

The guy pulsed over and over. His grunts corresponded to the throbs. I worked my ass muscles around his cock as and after he came. I love making a guy shake from head to toe after he's climaxed. Some guys like the feeling, others are too sensitive.

I don't think he was the latter, but unceremoniously, he pulled his cock from my ass. While I hate that, sometimes it is better than the old - get soft and slip out method.

But this guy was all business - if the business were fucking a stranger and going.

And really - isn't what this whole hotel set-up was in the first place?


The answer you're looking for is: "yes".


It was now after midnight. I looked some more - and was ready to stay up all night taking dick, but I  was getting no bites.  I thought it best to get some sleep and wake up early finding the fuckers who like early morning sex.



Load Count: 5

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 2

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

It wasn't long before the next guy contacted me via BBRT.

In theory, BBRT should be the easiest of all hook-up sites. It's a little more straightforward of who is looking for what. Sure, it has the folks I'm never going to be good enough for, but this site would prove the better for this 15 hours.

"Jeff" unlocked his photos. His profile said top. Ironically, I wasn't fucking around:  my reply was: Hotel Name, 204.  His instant reply: "on my way".   That folks, is what I'm talkin' about.

10 minutes later there is a knock on my door. Jeff is there, handsome as hell. The body was just fine, but oy, the face! Jet black hair, slightly longer than a flat top. Intense dark eyes. 5'8" 180, mid 40s.

I answered the door in just a pair of nylon gym shorts. I like having something of which to disrobe.

Jeff entered, grabbed and kissed me. Good kisser, though I wasn't expecting it. His hand on my nylon make BikeGuy Jr start to grow. I could feel he was already stiff in his tightly packed jeans.

I dropped my shorts. His fingers found my cock....my balls....and then behind them. "How many loads so far" he queried as his finger slipped into my cumhole. He liked the answer of two.

He surprised me again by bending over and taking my cock into his mouth. It was a good mouth - and I told him so, but reminded him that's not what we were there for. He wasn't offended, he got it.  He then played with my tits. "See? I read for content", he says. I had forgotten it was even in my BBRT profile.

Jeff was a little chatty - but not in a bad way. It wasn't quite dirty talk, but it kind of what. The 'what ifs'.  He was hoping to walk on me already taking it up the ass. I concurred, telling him how much I like to be watched.

I sat on the edge of the bed while he completely disrobed.  He pushes my legs back until I grab them, exposing my cunt. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to do it, so it's hotter that he does - he spits on my hole.  You'd think he'd be lube all the way, and he spits on the hole with great accuracy.   FUCK.

Jeff moved up and pushed his 6" dick into my slicked up ass. He fucked that hole for a few minutes before pulling out and having me / us move back on the bed. Once again, he spit on the hole and worked his way in.  We were close - face to face and I said, "that thing you just did with my ass? do it to my face!".

He got the idea. I mean, I spelled it out for him. It loses something when it has to be so prompted.

All that said, he had a great fucking style. And the face. OMG. It was great staring back it, as he stared at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. His black eyes were so expressive, so intense, especially has he got closer. You could see it.  You could sense it. You could feel it.  And all through the eyes...and his brow.

That in itself was oddly erotic.

And then I did feel it. His cock shooting up my hole.

He wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards. That is so not my style, but, when you have a handsome dude like that whole will spit on your pucker, you do what you can for him. I told him he could stay to watch the next guy.  He expertly fingered my hole, like was a 16 year old girl in the backseat with the quarterback (what? too much?).

We talked goals. My sex goals. I kind of came with the number of 7.  I wanted 7 loads. He said he'd like to come by in the morning and give me another one.

He never did.  But I never truly expected him to.


The following guy, I actually turned away. I left the door open for him, and it was more of a "hey! you're 100lbs heavier than you said and those pictures were not of you" kind of thing. What I actually said was, "I'm not feeling this". He agreed and left on his own.

But another guy was literally waiting in the wings....or the parking lot. He was ready when the other guy showed, but guy 1 (who I sent away) at the last minute said he wasn't into 3-ways.

Guy 4 (5, if you include the guy who went on his way) arrives.  Maybe 25. Cocky. Self assured.  5'11", 195, 7".  Mixed race, but mostly black.

There was brief cocksucking on my part. Then I had my ass at the edge of the bed. He was all about the frottage. His cock slid between my legs. Under my nuts, against my hole. He was a master at the tease. Then he goes and says, "good thing I brought a rubber".   I can only imagine the look on my face - not that he was looking at it.

He got the rubber from his jeans and threw it next to us on the bed. I asked him to keep rubbing his cock because it felt so good. He did. I told him it would feel better with lube on it. He used it. ...and yes, I had ulterior motive.  Is it really deceit when the intentions are pretty much crystal clear?

He rubbed it up and down the crack and right at the opening. With no forewarning - not really - he punched and pushed all 7 inches in. Bare.  He looked right at me as he fucked my ass for two minutes. Then he pulled out and opened the rubber.    FUCK.

He greased up the rubber and we went back to fucking. A LOT of fucking. 45 minutes of fucking - almost continuously. And in every position.  Bent over - head down (check).  Bent over - flat to the mattress (check). On my back (check). Sitting on it (check). Him lifting me up and letting gravity make me plunge onto his pole (check).

Of that 45 minutes, 5 minutes might have been a few breaks. You know that time when you have three loads up your ass, plus lube and you have that moment of 'uh-ho', but yet you can't be sure? I had a few of those.

I needed him to stay still or slow down or take a minute. Most of which he ignored. Even though I knew I had been clean as a whistle, I just had a doubt or two, but those can kill a mood, so I had to power through it.

He loved the sound my ass made when he fucked it. It was wet. It wasn't sloppy - at least yet. There were definitely some suction noises upon withdraw and wet squishy noises upon pushing in.

There was one point that he did pull out. His cock was still rock hard, so I stroked it. And yes, I was being calculating. With each tug, I pulled the condom slightly higher on his shaft. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn't. But we didn't do that long enough for me to get it off.

At this point, he was back in me. He hammered my hole. The poor people in 203 - the adults had some explaining to do to their kids. I saw it as an educational opportunity moment. I'm guessing they didn't think the same.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the uncomfortableness of a bunched up baggie, but the guy pulled out, yanked the rubber off and pushed back up my ass raw as hell. I won't say it was rage, but maybe unleashed lust. While I was mostly on my back, he had me bent in half. My diaphragm was crushed. Breathing was difficult, but he just pummeled.  Now 203 was having another difficult conversation.

He kept saying he was close.....but that seemed to go on for a while. I wasn't complaining, but it was a weird sensation of ass feeling great, but the lungs not so much.

He let out a roar as his jizz squirted up my bowels, joining the loads of three other guys.  The warmth in my guts felt great.

There was no easing out with this guy.  Like the rubber ripped off, he was out of my ass and getting this things.

I have to say, for being 25-ish, he had this down. He was no amateur.

Besides his DNA in me, the only thing proving he had been there was the semi-used rubber he left behind.


It wasn't quite 11p yet, so I still had time for more, I thought. But you'll read about that next time, no? 



Load Count:  4

Sunday, March 11, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 1

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

To set it up:  I was going out of town for a lunch, but left the afternoon before so I could stay overnight in a questionable motel location. A few craigslist ads, and backed with some on-line apps and the sometimes handy BBRT, I was pretty much ready to go. 

I got to the hotel just after 3:30p. I booted up the laptop, crafted a quick CL ad and then started the prep process of cleaning out. Just because of my schedule, I had a very light breakfast and zero lunch. Prep would be a breeze - and it was.

The CL ad brought lots of attention. Immediately a decent African-American wanted to come over RIGHT NOW.  Ok dude.  Room 204  "On My Way" was his response.  Long story short - I'm still waiting for him to show up.

Others wanted later that night, which was fine. I was prepared for possibly not sleeping at all if guys were willing to stop by and unload. I was afraid on some of the CL responses, there was already too much back and forth. Too much negotiating, but it comes with the territory.

One guy though, was so turned on, he opted not to come later, but now. I said "sure", and if I'm being totally honest, I got mixed up on who was who in the responses to who said they were coming. For some reason I still have Yahoo set up as my email for CL - and their mail system sucks!  Just horrible.

So, soon there is knock on the door.  Hmmmm.

Immediately, I knew where this guy worked and his name - as both were stitched onto his shirt. This guys seemingly had a hard life....or hadn't slept in seven years. Or did copious amounts of drugs. Or all of the above. He was not my ideal, but he was right in front of me.  Literally.

Either he was inexperienced or shy. He did nothing. Made no move - sexually or in terms of walking. He stood there. Lifeless. I had to reach for his belt. I had to do everything. When I walked closer to the bed, I had to tell him to come over. It's like there wasn't an intuitive thought in his head.

His 7" wasn't.



Fully hard it was almost six. I sucked him to get him hard. I lubed him up (because he wasn't going to) and I bent over.  He got in with not much trouble. And it was over in less than four minutes. He jolted and sighed. I had taken my first load.

Again, he just stood there. Pants off. Making no moves to go. I finally started gathering my clothes saying I needed to find dinner. He didn't take the hint. I finally told him he'd have to dress and go.

While this all transpired, I had a few more CL responses, plus my BBRT said I had a few emails.  Bonus!

One guy on BBRT wanted head.  A blowjob - from Bareback Real Time?  DUDE!  Oh and he wanted to get high so I'd have to come to him.  Delete!

Next guy's profile looked promising. It said he was 6' and 200 lbs with 7 inches.


I'd never know.

His ad read he likes anon bottoms who like the mystery of getting bred by a stranger.  I asked if he wanted the lights low (yes), the door cracked open (yes) and me with my ass up and face down away from the door (yes) and for me to never turn around to see him (yes!). 

He said he'd be there in five minutes and I was in place. The heating unit turned on and was quite loud. Enough so that I never did hear the door open and shut. I did hear pants being dropped. I did hear the squirt of the lube bottle, but I think it was his own, as mine was near me and I never felt him reach for it.

There was no talking. There wouldn't be. From either of us.

He lined up and pushed in. If he figured there was already a load in there from 20 minutes ago, he never said a thing - obviously.

There wasn't a groan from him. There was from me. I felt every inch of that cock slip in and the inevitable push up into my bowels. Since it was anonymous (for me), there was no connection to sway one from the task at hand.

His task was to pump butt and unload in it. It was just a bonus that it wasn't to be deterred by inane social conversation for which neither party cared.  And that is what he did.

The fuck went on for a good 20 minutes. Sometimes my head was down in a pillow, others it looked ahead at the headboard or wall. Never once did it even cross my mind to look over my shoulder. He could be anything I wanted him to be - in theory. Though that never crossed my mind to pretend to give him a face or a personality.

As much as he was using me right now, I was using him. Let's face it, I wasn't completely altruistic in my motives here.

He picked up speed. His fucking style got rougher - though I was loving it - and his breathing were the only indicators of near the finish line.  There were to be no grunts, no groans, no verbiage to his impending or real-time orgasm.

He shot up my ass and unceremoniously pulled his cock out of my butt.

I did put my head down. He pulled on his pants, opened the door and was gone. The only evidence he had been there was his fresh DNA up my hole.


Load Counts: 2

Monday, March 05, 2018

Demanding to Begging

“Is that as much as you can get in?” he asked matter-of- factly.

I had most of cock in my mouth by this point, but not all of it. It was not that I was incapable of taking it all, but I was working my way down…..deliberately. He must have known that with the amount of time I spent on the head and right below it. But he was chiding me. Testing me. Borderline degrading me.

I spent another 20 seconds where I was, on purpose, and then sunk my lips and nose right to his pubes.

”Oh fuck yeah – that is what I’m talking about”.

The entire scene started out as a Scruff message to me that was totally on-point: “Want Some Cum?” My reply? “I assume the question was rhetorical”. “Cum suck it out” came his response. The location was given and I was there in less than 15 minutes.

”Get on your knees”. I complied.

He was wearing a t-shirt painters pants – splattered at that – and a wedding ring. Of course, I knew he was married. He said as much. Clearly the place wasn’t his. Maybe nobodies at this point. It looked in the process of remodel / renovation / repainting. I’m making assumptions he was doing the work, but doubtful he was a painter by trade. Probably a landlord too cheap to contract it out. I wasn’t there to speculate or judge. Just to suck.

I chewed on the mount in his pants, through his pants. They were already semi-tented and before I was ready to free the beast, it was engorged with blood. I unbuttoned the pants and started to pull down the tab of the zipper. Halfway there, I was pleasantly surprised to find he was going commando. I slowed the motion, as I liked to watch the exposure of pubes, then base, then the hardened inches, until gravity takes over and the penis pops out its confines. All of that is horribly erotic to me.

That is when I kissed its head. That is when I licked its head. Then the head went in my mouth, my tongue dancing around the coronal. The tongue running along the bottom of the head. I took maybe another inch or so – slowly, as I savored the cock and how it felt in my mouth.

There is a science to all of this, I might add. Every guy is different. You have to feel / know how that cock feels in your mouth before you can just go at it – at least effectively. Yes, there are the blow-and- go guys. They have no nuance. They suck dick. They don’t give blowjob. They don’t worship. They are load gatherers. There is a place and time for that, I admit, but this is about service.


Yet it was at this time when I got the “Is that as much as you can get in” comment. Some men don’t understand the art of subtlety. So I took that 20 seconds then took him to the root, with an “I’ll show him….” attitude in my head. And show him I did.

I picked up the pace, but lost none of the skill. I am programmed after the thousands of blowjobs I’ve given, to pick up on every reaction. I quickly figure out what and how much my mouth can accommodate on each man. I hone in on their responses or lack of them, and adjust my method as needed. He was no different.

I liked he was verbal. Nothing degrading. Or at least, not degrading enough. He didn’t really call me a cocksucker, but asked if I liked being his cocksucker. I nodded that I did. I got the “my cock fits your mouth perfectly”. It did, but again, with my skills, I made it fit perfectly. “You like that cock, don’t you?” I pulled off long enough to say, “no”. And with the appropriate lengthy pause finished with, “I LOVE it”. Feed the ego!

There were the appropriate moans and groans, of course. I know some guys are silent at this point, but it is a good indicator that I was doing my job correctly. I expected him to hold my head, but he barely touched it let alone gripped it and guide my actions. Some guys don’t like to touch faggots.

He took a seat in a chair. Leaning far enough back to relax, but close enough to the edge to provide access to his cock. I stayed on the cock, him getting a good view of each inch disappearing. I have to believe guys love watching someone swallow their cock. I know I do. But I came off the dick, and went down to his nuts which were now easy access. I licked them. He liked it but not a lot of reaction. Not what I was hoping anyways. I also went below and tongued his taint. He did like that. I tried for deeper, but he wasn’t going to give me access to that hole. Damn!

At this point I was going for shaft-length and back, repeatedly. I used my tongue too – both under the shaft and around the entire head, depending on where I was in the up and down motion. It’s all very quick. It’s all very fluid – pun fully intended.

He had the kind of cock that made me salivate. Not because it was so nice – it was average, though a decent head – but just how it fit in my mouth, the displacement of my own spit didn’t necessarily go backwards down my throat, but it covered his dick and some would come out of my mouth, and pool at the base of his dick or trickle down to his balls. If he noticed, he didn’t mind. I noticed, if nothing else that if he came at that moment, my mouth would be so full of spit that the cum would be competing for space. And you know I’m not about to lose semen. I was able to find a way, without breaking stride, to take in enough of my spit to keep that from happening. And I had to do it every so often.

Now he was telling me, but in a whiny way (almost), “keep doing what you’re doing……..don’t stop”. Every so often he’d repeat that. Once he interjected, “yeah……you want that reward”. I did. And a “fuck – no one gives head like you”. I hope that is true, but he didn’t seem one to doll out compliments and he wasn’t in need of talking me into anything at this point with faux flattery.

I could have ignored him. I could have paused and just licked the underside of his dick. I could have gone back to licking his cum-packed nuts, but I didn’t. I kept doing what I was doing.

Mr. Confident from the word go, became Mr. At-My-Mercy. Many do. So now focused on the orgasm, they writhe, they moan, they curse, they lose their ‘top’ power and now need me – I dare say more than I need them, though this can easily be argued.

Now it was a constant stream of “don’t stop…..don’t stop……don’t stop”. He needed this. Badly.

While I’m 99.99% sure he knew I wasn’t going to stop, that 0.01% chance was too real for him to not plead his case. Plead as in beg. Begging to a cocksucker…….which in one way is kind of pathetic. But in other ways, it’s totally hot, though probably not to him if you brought it to his attention.

”You’re gonna swallow my cum?” Now he was asking. He was so confident on Scruff that I would. But I’m sure he’s had his faction of losers who pull off and don’t take the load. I wasn’t that guy. He had to make certain.

His dick got harder. His “don’t stops” became like machine gun fire. His breathing extremely shallow. He did manage to say, “keep bobbing on it, no matter what”. Good note. You’d have to be a moron to not know this was about to explode.

And explode he did. The man packed a load. Volume was heavy. The consistency was medium-thick. And it tasted great.

The continual sucking orgasm was different for me. Normally, I hold still to not only capture everything, but I find so many guys are so sensitive at and after cumming. I hate the risk of being pushed off it – which has happened. In its own way it was hot.

The saliva which I mentioned earlier was still present, but not as much. The cum that had already squirted into my mouth was already there and he was adding more with each pulse. But depending where I was on the shaft, that jizz landed different places inside my mouth or his cock. Sure I tightened my mouth, as I was determined not to lose any.

But his cock was now slick with my spit and his spunk. It was a sheen, assuming I pulled off. It wasn’t gobs of either, but a coating. That had to be taken care of – whether he knew it or not. I swallowed, of course, and then went back to the cock to make sure the shaft was squeaky clean. And then to the balls, to make sure that mixed body fluids were to disappear. And they did.

During this entire time, my cock never came out. I don’t know if I ever touched it. I know he didn’t. He had zero interest in that, which I actually relish. So leaving was easy. I stood up, reclaimed my glasses from a nearby table. By that time he was fastening his pants. I walked to the door and with not even a good-bye, I was gone.

I am almost certain he will reach out to me before I ever do to him. I’ve secured my place in his mind as a serviceable cocksucker.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Unexpected

I was just sitting there, minding my own business and working on a report when my phone buzzed. Someone on an app had summoned me.

Being a slave to my device, I picked it up and saw a man named "Robin" had hit me up.  He was 75 feet away. And if we've learned anything from these apps, it's more about who is close by than how they look. Sometimes immediacy is more important that how attractive they might be.

C'mon - I know that ain't just me.

He was 5'7" and 165.  Oh - and he was black.  Oh - and he was fucking 22 years old.

We chatted for a few, neither committing to anything, so I could either get back to work or to tease the trigger. So I sent him a pic of me swinging on a black cock.  It got his attention - not just that I was a cocksucker, but that I dug dark meat.

He got points for picking up on the clues so easily.

I couldn't have him up to my office, but I knew of a secure bathroom on the floor of the building in which he was visiting. I met him five minutes later.  He texted me that he wouldn't have much of a load.

Since I didn't really pay attention to his profile stats, he was shorter than the pictures he sent me seemed. And yes, he was and looked young.

I won't lie, I was a little nervous about blowing a guy at work. Sure, you've read it - I've done it before, but those were a little more contained venues and times.  This was a public restroom - granted a stall of one where the door locked, but on a busy hallway. People potentially could see coming and going and two guys going into a one person john.

Luck would have it - it was free and no one in the hall.....at all.  In we went. Door was locked. I sat on the crapper, while all 5'7" of him stood in front of me. He pulled out his dick......and it was ok.  But just ok.

Let's be honest here:  we all hope for stereotypes when it comes to black cock. Usually it doesn't disappoint. This guys cock was nice and all, but very very average.

Of course, I sucked it.


I loved taking it all the way in my mouth. He was enjoying it too. We were both semi-quiet, considering the circumstances. My lips hit his wiry pubes. And then I went back up again to the head.

The guy ended up holding my head and fucking my mouth. I loved it. He really put it to me too. Bring it!

This went on for longer than I expected. I thought for sure he'd be a blow and go. He was not. He was 22 but not quick on the trigger. Since I had postponed my meeting by 30 minutes, I knew I'd have time to finish the job.

And I did.

Even with the onslaught that was his hips, hands and cock, I knew he was approaching climax. The pace changed just a bit. The hardness got just a little harder. He also so, "I'm gonna fucking cum".

Maybe he was off on his assertion that he wouldn't have much of a load. Maybe he didn't realize how big it would be. Compared to other guys, maybe he didn't know how big big was. It may have been a smaller load for him, but it was a fucking big load.

I captured it all. I swallowed it all.

I started to get myself together. As I was pulling up my pants, he opened the door and left. 

He did send a Grindr message later thanking me for my mouth. I reciprocated about his cock.

I went back to work with semen on my breath.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

One Push

When on Scruff - one should really pay more attention.

I was chatting with a 'traveler' to the city.  Then another guy was messaging me. I had a better feeling about him. He was slightly younger, but not young. He was slightly in better shape. It was that feeling you get when see a guy on-line that you feel you might have a vibe with - whether it's valid or not.

It didn't take me too too long to figure out they were messaging me from the same hotel room. But by that time I had committed to the first guy. But the second guy chimed in to say he wanted to see me fuck his "boy".

I shouldn't get so hung up on age, but the boy was the older guy. He said he was 49, but looked a little older  6'0", 210, bald with a grey beard. Still, he looked sexy as fuck. But I kind of assumed he was going to fuck me. You know, I backstory all this shit when I see their pics, hoping, usually against hope, that they'll turn out the way I want them to be.

The dom in this relationship was younger - maybe by 10 years. About the same height and maybe around 185. His hair was brown - on his head and in his beard. He was just so much sexier.

I agreed thinking one of them would fuck me. I figured if #2 could get me hot enough, I'd stay hard enough to fuck #1 and then #2 would pork my ass.  A boy can dream.

Shortly after arriving at their hotel, we were down to skin. The cuter, younger guy came up to me and we made out a little. His husband got on his knees and sucked me.  The more dominant one pulled off my lips and said right to me, "I want you to go into him in one push".

Admittedly, that made me even harder.

Soon, the guy meant to be fucked was on his knees at the edge of the bed.  Soon, I was in him. I lined up - and remembering my instructions, with his partner right beside me, went in.

One Push.



It was easy to do. There was very little resistance. This wasn't his first time, possibly not his first time that day - though it was early, so maybe.  He could take my dick with no issue. To be fair, I was probably performing more for the husband than I was for the guy I was actively boning.

But when it comes down to it, I like to be watched.  Sure, I like to watch, but I seemingly love an audience, even if it is just of one.

I did pull out and have the guy lick my dick clean. He was ok with that. His bf played with my tits. We made out a little. Then he gets in front of me kneels on the bed. He doesn't ask for it, but he doesn't protest when I place my cock at his hole.

I push. Once. To the base. I assumed the 'one push' rule applied to both of them.

This guy was tighter. He knew how how to work his hole.  I told him so.  According to someone to whom I've relayed this story, I was told I made a faux pas by telling the guy his hole was much nicer.

Granted, it might not be the most gracious thing to say, but all buttholes are not created equally. When you play with a couple, the odds are, one is going to be favored over the other.

He knew I was fucking him with abandon too. He was into it and yet not. He verbally made it clear I was not to cum in his ass and that it was go into his lovers.  Drats!

I thought about defying him / them. Sometimes one can loose control unexpectedly of their impending orgasm. Right?

But I am - or can be - a good guy. They swapped places and I went for the finish line


I'm not sure I could have done it without the audience......the one guy. Sure, I used the other guy, but he was not the one for whom I was performing.

I think we were all good with that.

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

When Subs Dominate

I was out of town on a day trip. I had done what I needed to do and got on the ‘dating’ apps before I left the city limits. Guys were nice and hot……and chatty. Dude! I didn’t want to talk about why I was in town, where was I from and shit like that. I wanted to hook-up. I know they want it too, but feel the need for the ‘get to know each other’ shit. I was frustrated.

I ran one last errand that delayed me getting out of town. From there I got a message from a wickedly handsome guy – “can I touch it”. I shot him a pic of my big hard cock and said, “is THIS what you want to touch?”. As you can see, I wasn’t into playing games or delaying the conversation. Not at this point.

He said “yes”.

But then he started being every other faggot on Grindr. Peppering me with stupid-ass questions. Kept asking how far away I was, when he could clearly tell if he looked at the distance thing. Asking me to send another face pic to prove I was who I was. Sigh. I’d answer, but only at stoplights, which frustrated him because of course he wanted immediate answers. The address he gave versus his complex was nearly impossible to find and he couldn’t seem to answer any direct questions I was asking. I figured the guy was a flake and liked fucking with tricks. Eventually, just when I was about to head north, he was clearer and came out to meet me. I was already suspecting drug use. Or basic stupidity. Or both.

He was 6’0”, 160 with a face and especially chin that was just so fucking attractive. That was the draw, believe it or not. Yes, his profile said ‘bottom’ but it also said ‘single’ and he told me something about his husband, so….you can only believe so much. I also had a two week load in my nuts, so topping wasn’t completely out of the questions. It must not have been, since I never asked to see his cock. But normally I don’t care – I just like getting men off. Anyway, he had a certain look to him, but the profile pic was better than reality, not that he was heinous or anything. The chin and its cleft were not as pronounced as the pic showed. Damn shadows and light!

I will say, once in, there was no dance. He rubbed his tightly packed crotch. He had jeans on, but underneath, I would find he had gym pants, almost compression or scuba like. They were kind of hot in their own way. I followed suit and opened my jeans and pulling my member out. Both were still soft, though even flaccid, his looked formidable. I would not be proven wrong.

With some rubbing, his grew. Both of ours did. His grew more. He was at least 8.5” and with a nice head. I was having thoughts about the hell of having a big dicked bottom. I was beginning to understand why some guys pressured me into giving them my dick. I was now in that position. Or thinking about it. I’m not above it. I’m a pig.

He kind of wanted to kiss. I kind of did, but mostly didn’t. I kept having thoughts of meth and meth mouth. Anymore when I think guys are high and exhibit that behavior, I just assume they’re doing meth. I am rarely proven wrong. So no kissing was involved, but not for his lack of trying. I’m just a master of deflection when needed.

The guy went down on his knees. He was a pretty good cocksucker, I’ll give him that. Sometimes there was a hint of teeth, but I’d correct him when I’d feel any enamel on flesh. He didn’t struggle too much when dealing with my meat.

He stood up, moaned, he’d writhe, but he was very non-verbal when I’d ask what he wanted. I could have just decided, but I love to hear guys verbalize their desires. He’d immediately shoot back, “what do you want”. At that point I kind of wanted his ass. His mouth said ‘fuck me’, but his body language said anything but. He’d resist when I tried to turn him around to bend him over his sofa, though I was able to get those scuba-y like pants down a little further. Or he’d rub up against my rock hard dick but would pull back some if I got it at his crack. Deep down, I knew I wouldn’t be going deep. Or in....at all.

The guy would check his phone every so often. I wondered if he was looking for another, or someone better. He claimed he was seeing where his husband was, as he was cheating and the hubby didn’t know. I’m all for cheaters, but it’s always weird when you get walked in on. I was hoping that would not happen. (spoiler: it didn’t)

He asked me to blow him. Honestly, with a cock like he had, how could I not? It was a beautiful penis. I loved every inch of it. I asked if I could take a pic of it in my mouth, which he was good with. I took video instead. He didn’t stop me.



As it turns out, he took out his phone to video it from his angle. We were both into it. I’d have LOVED him to bend me over, but I was sooooo not prepped for that, and I think he was too bottom for that.

After I came off him, he was telling me how much he wanted my load. I asked “where?”. He said, “spray it all over me!”. UGH. Boner killer. I get the money shot. I do. There is a time and place for that, but this wasn’t it. I said, I’ll do your face if you stick out your tongue and eat some. He agreed.

I had been close on and off a few times. Macro-edging, I guess I’d call it. I liked seeing him down on his knees looking up at me, in a worship fashion. At least a subservient one. A cocksucker position. I’ve been there so many fucking times, it’s kind of nice to see what they see.

This whole time I was bordering on that being nice and asking what he wanted edge and the just taking over edge. While I can’t and won’t say I’m a top or a dom, I have qualities. I’ve been around enough to know what is good and bad – and I know it’s all relative, but this is my version, my truth.

In that moment of standing over him, looking down on him, looking down at him, with my cock in his mouth, as he tried to get me closer so I could blow my load all over his face, internally, I just said, “fuck it”. There would be no money shot. There would be no bukkake party of one.

I guided his head. Honestly, I hadn’t felt close, until I decided to take control. I think I fucking got turned on by my own dominance. That’s weird, right? Tops – can you answer that for me, is that a turn on for you when you are that in control? To the point of getting you to orgasm?

My hand tightened on his head. I was there. I didn’t tell him ahead of time, which for some reason I’m apt to do. I usually tell them to start swallowing, as my load is so large, they will need forewarning and direction to keep up. I didn’t know if this guy swallowed or not, and I didn’t care. Today he was GOING to swallow.

I unleashed. It had to be close or over two weeks of cum flowing from my balls. My grip was steady and strong. He wasn’t going anywhere, but it didn’t seem he was trying. If he was upset about the change of plans he didn’t show it, but then on the other hand, he couldn’t. The seed was coming fast and there was a lot of it.

For fear of him not ingesting the load, I reached down and started stroking his throat. This will almost involuntarily get someone to swallow. He did. He was. But to be safe I kept holding his head so he had nowhere to go. If he wanted to breathe normally soon, he’d be taking every drop.

He did. Whether he wanted it or not.

I think he wanted it. Maybe he wanted a strong man to make the decision for him. Or maybe he manipulated the situation to get exactly what he wanted. I’m not cynical (well, I am, but…….), because I’ve done similar things. I mean, he took the entire dick and the entire (huge!) load without  even a slight gag.

When he pulled off, he raised an eyebrow and then winked. He stood up, as I buttoned my pants. He didn’t say a word, nor did I. I walked to the door, he stayed put, I unlocked and left. His neighbors were using way too much curry.