Yes Way, Jose

Yesterday I had a business lunch scheduled at 1p.

My biggest pet peeve is ME being late for something. I don't necessarily give a shit if someone else is late, but I do if I am. Oddly enough, this can work against me - like yesterday.

I was way early in the area of town where I needed to be. But I also knew of a park in the same area, and it was 12n - so, what the fuck. Right? All those single men alone in their cars....just sitting in a parking lot.

My style is to park my car and let the fuckers come to me. It usually works. I found a decent, but slightly remote area to situate my car and it wasn't long before a guy pulled up next to me. Clearly he was hispanic and sported Jet black hair with matching porn star moustache. He also wore flannel and drove a big-ass Ram pick-up truck. Oh he also wore a wedding ring.

He played around being interested almost too long. Now I only had 30 minutes until my lunch. He told me to be late, which I would have done had I had the cell number to my lunch companion. But like most men, I think with my cock. The guy said he had a place that was 10-12 minutes from the park. I said yes.

I don't think it was his place since it took like the eighth key before he found the one that fit the lock. We went to a basement bedroom where he immediately started feeling me up. I told him we didnt' have time for that shit. Surprisingly he went down and started undoing MY pants. This married fucker wanted to get to my dick.

The man was good at sucking dick. I wasn't his first. And though he couldn't take all of me, he did a damned good job at the inches he was taking in his mouth. He responded well to verbal commands too. Eventually he got on the bed, laid back and had me feed him from the side of it. Still, he did really well. But his non-verbals were telling me he was never gonna take the load. Not they way I wanted him to. He was slightly pulling up his shirt and t-shirt, exposing his belly and chest. I didn't wanna shoot it there.

He asked if I ever sucked. How that secretly amused me. I said I would try it on him, but he had to stand up for a second. I wasn't getting on that bed. I didn't have the fuckin time. There was a chair next to the bed and next to that, a drum set (don't ask - i have NO idea). I had him sit on the drum stool, me on the chair....my pants around my ankles.

The guy insisted on leaning in to kiss. I was ok with that. Something hot about making out w/a married man - and he was good at it. As he leaned way in, his 5.5" fat and uncut dick went under my balls. Those married guys really know how to hone in a hole - don't they? But I wasn't there for that.

I pushed him back and leaned forward myself and went down on him. He fuckin' loved it. Easy to take the entire way. He was so fuckin' worked up I knew he couldn't and wouldn't last - which fit in perfect with my timetable. He had been remarkebly non-verbal most of the time. But he moaned a bit and said how good it felt. And just as he was about to pop his nut he almost sneered, "HERE'S your lunch, brother!".

The load was HUGE. Absolutely enormous. I kept taking it and it kept on cumming. And I kept on swallowing.

What he did next was surprise me. I figured after he was done, he'd be DONE. He jumped right back on the bed and wanted to suck me more. I asked him where he wanted the load, as I was so ready to pop! He said, "on my face. ALL over my face". And I did. Six days of built up sperm coated his fuckin porn stache, his cheeks, his chin, his nose. He was impressed - and I have to say, so was I.

He let me out of the house at 12:57. I had to make a 10 minute trip in 3 minutes. I made it in seven, or about 5 minutes late - and I still was the first to arrive.

B&N BJ

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Mr. 9" redux

I don't think there was a chance that there wasn't going to be a repeat performance of the storage closest and Mr. 9". I think all of you (as well as him an myself) would hope for a slightly different outcome. N'est pas?

Mr. 9" wasn't upset at the first ending, but clearly wanted to finish what we started. He even sent me a left-handed apology: sorry if I hurt you - but I just really wanted to be up there and still do!

Apology accepted.

So late last week, I was back at his place. Back in the dark storage room. This time he brought the lube and an aerobed. That latter was his choice. I'm fine with a dank cement floor. I mean, if we're doing it in a basement closet - it's kind of expected! Clearly he wasn't planning on bending me over this time. It was to be a different position where he wanted to be comfortable. It is highly doubtful he cared about my comfort....and I'm good with that.

The second we were in the room, he said 'strip. everything.' I did. At first he said he wanted to just play: me suck. make out. me eat his ass. and just play with my ass. loosen it up. But I know guys - 97.4% of them think with their dicks. The other 2.6% is Bruce Villanch!

I knew there was no way that the idea of just loosening me up this session was going to be it. There had to be more. There always is. And trust me - I'm not complaining, just don't kid a kidder. I've heard all of the stories. I had my huge sexual decipher talking machine on (patent pending).

As I said - he brought the lube. Average Joe thinks I should carry Elbow Grease with me. And it's a great idea. But he wanted me to be discrete when I went to his building. I thought I was doing the right thing. I was for him - just not for my ass. So this time, with me on my back o the aerobed, he coated his fingers up good. In no time, I had three of them to the third knuckle.

Call me a whore - but I was relieved. I thought the time before I could take it. This time I knew it wasn't just me. Perhaps it was the angle we were at, or his impatience in going bone-deep. Without a word, we knew it would happen. He placed his cock at my hole and slid in. Without a word, he gauged my reactions and went as fast or easy as my face told him.

Before long he was deep dicking me. He'd slow down and whispering if I was doing ok. I whispered back, "did I ask you to slow down or stop?". Green light for him. He paced himself and would even stop and pull out. I think he didn't want to unload too quickly. Top guys are like that. Maybe bottoms guys are too. It's not up to me if it is a quickie or a long fuck. My task (?) is to help them achieve the final goal: popping their nut!!!

Back in, he really went to town. I knew there were some kind of maintenance men down in that part of the building. I could hear them talk. For his insistence that we be quiet, it was shot to shit by that aerobed and his rhythm. That rubber mattress squeaked louder than I've ever moaned during a drilling. But there was not stopping him - nor was I trying. I didn't live there. I didn't have to live with any repercussions of taking it up the ass in a residence.

I loved looking at his face as he kept going. The sheen from his sweat. The look in his eyes as he internalized the process to slow down or finish the job. The look that determined he wanted both, but this dick and balls were betraying him and the concentration he was trying to deliver to himself to stop the inevitable. He failed in one way and crossed the finish line for that medal - all at the same time.

It's hard to tell if his load was bigger than the last time. The prior encounter....well....you've seen that on my face. This one wasn't so visible.

Like most guys - when he was done, he was done. He had me change and didn't even show me out this time. I just needed to go so he could clean up (i.e. deflate aerobed before his bf noticed is missing?). He did mention that I hadn't shot. I told him that wasn't my place. He looked a little confused at that. He'll learn.

I got an email later in the day saying he wanted to fuck me like a pig. Whatever could he mean by that??????

Mr. 9"

I have prided myself on being able to take cock. Fuck - I've been doing it since I was 15.

Imagine my surprise the other day when I had trouble taking on via the rear entrance!

Let me start from the beginning. For whatever reason, I finally became a temporary member of Manhunt. There have been some decent guys on there, but one guy msg'd me wanting to fuck around. Better yet, he wanted to find someplace dirty and dingy to do it. He determined I might like that scenario as well after seeing a pic of me in my old basement in a jockstrap leaning over a washing machine.


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I love shit like that. I believe I have mentioned that bedrooms are the most boring place to have sex. Public or pseudo-public sex is great. It gets me hot and horny. I do my best work in those situations.

After some back and forth emails - we finally agreed to meet at his condo bldg. I wanted to do it outside in a heavily wooded area that was close to both of us. Though it was in the 50s, he determined that it was too cold out for outside sex. Not by my standards.

I know the condo doesn't sound that great - but we decided to use the storeage closet in the basement. Each condo has a space that is maybe 8'x4'x8'....which is smaller when it's got crap in it. Besides just wanting to use it - we had to. Lloyd, the guy, couldn't use his apartment due to the fact that his lover might come home. A cheater too! BONUS.

The pics and despcription of the guy was good. 6'5" (love em tall) and about 210-220 with 9". I know your first reaction - "um......sure. 9 internet inches." I took that stat w/a grain of salt. Fuck - a whole pillar! But though the dick would be nice, he just exhibited a great aggressive attitude. You know I love that.

I get to his place at the appointed time and he meets me outside. With only a nod and nary a word, I follow Lloyd into his building and downstairs. He unlocks the storeage door - it's cramped, it's dark, it's exactly what I wanted. Still no words and I unbutton my 501s and drop them around my ankles much to his approval - if his smirk was saying anything. His hands go right to his fly and haul out his dick. What he has to show is a true 9". It is cut and beautiful. A very very slight curve to his right. But immediately I am worried.

I've taken dicks bigger than 9" before. I know - you're all shocked! But it's true. It was his girth. He had a fat cock! I don't believe in 'beer can' thick - and he wasn't, but it was what I'd consider hole-splitting....hence my worry.

With our previous discussion, it was up to me to bring lube and to pre-lube my hole. Silly me - I brought a small tube of KY. Granted it was a full tube, but too small. It was like a drop of water in an ocean. I'm not sure the entire tube even covered his shaft. I knew I was in trouble.

We were both horny, but Lloyd was a tad bit inpatient. When I knew of his length, I told him we'd have to ease it in before getting to the thrusts. He agreed - at least in theory. In reality he wanted in and wanted in immediately. Mr. 9" tried to break in before I was relaxed, but it didn't go in far. Not far enough for him. Damn the width of that shaft! He pulled out and I went to my knees. A little more wetness couldn' hurt - right?

Eventually I got back up and bent over. I took a big hit of poppers. Before they had a chance to even hit he was right at my hole. He got in as far as he did before but then went for broke. His hips bucked and impaled himself onto me. I knew enough to keep quiet. He kept going. The man truly was the owner or a hole-stretcher.

I will admit, I was not up for the task of a long fuck - not w/his dick. I had not conditioned myself for that kind of cock or pounding. I didn't want to be a whiny faggot, but I had to ask Lloyd to stop. I hated myself for that.

He was a sport about it and did as I requested. I did go right down to my knees because I was going to take care of him. He was hot and had a fuckin fabulous rod. I licked his nuts too. He did ask as I was doing this if I ate ass. Now I told him it was HIS turn to bend over.

Turning around to present his butt to me, he flipped off the lights. I love the pitch black - the anonimity of it all. His ass tasted like all man. No soap. Someone who'd been working all day. He was surprised at how I dug into it. What can I say - I love eating hole. And he loved that I was so into doing it for him. Lloyd asked if I liked the way his ass tasted. He had to know he wasn't all clean and he was testing me and I passed. He pushed back and and I went deeper. While in there, I heard him mutter, "man, I wish I could fart". But he didn't.

But the man had a load to lose. He turned the light back on and spun around and told me he wanted to deliver a load on my face. And he did. A HUGE load....as you can see.


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Oh - and there will be repeat visits. We have to make sure my ass can accommodate that big fuckin' pole!