Thursday, November 30, 2006

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.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

B&N BJ

I had met this man on Manhunt a few weeks ago. The guy talks a good game. Professional suit w/a heart of leather. We've emailed. We've IM'd. We've talked on the phone. We hadn't done any real time.

Here's the thing about me - I'm smart! I'm sure some of you could read these posts and think I'm a dumb-fuck, but I'm not. I do like what I like and go for it. Might not be your cup of tea, but who is asking? Oh that's right - not me! This guy thinks he's smart. He's not.

He leaves me his cell number. He doesn't even use a screen name for his email. He uses his first and last name @ yahoo.com. Oy. And if you think that maybe that is made up - then so is the name he uses at work, which he let slip.

Now I haven't lived at home for 25 years. I never knew the people across the street that well when I did....mostly b/c their kids were almost 10yrs older than I am. But this guy's name rang a bell. Fuck - he was the "kid" of the people who lived across the street from my parents. This 50 yo kid just moved back home WITH his parents.....at least according to mine. What the fuck was I doing?

So, Tuffman (which he tried to go by later) keeps talking about his load. Finally I tell him to put up or shut up. If he wanted to give it to me we'd find a way. He suggested the bathroom at Barnes & Noble. Fine with me. I'm no stranger to public sex. In fact I love it.

In previous discussions he always said he never wanted me to just swallow his load. He wants me to kiss him and give it back to him so he can slip it back into my mouth. Fine. I have no issue with that.....though it ruins the instant gratification for me.

I am in the restroom at the appointed time...and wouldn't you know it, someone else comes in, but it's not THE guy. I try killing time and in walks 'Steve'. Awkwardness as people try to come and go and stay and loiter. Eventually the other guy goes. Steve is in the other stall (i'm in the handicapped one) with his door open. I'm not doing it there! He finally gets the idea to come over to mine.

There is a fuckin procession of 3-4 guys who come in and use the urinal or able bodied stall. I still take out Steve's dick. It's harnessed up under his suit. And small. And man this guys REEKS of cologne. Not a splash. More like bathes in it. I can barely stand it. It does not mix with what I'm guessing is his 2-3 pack a day habit. Putrid to me.

But I'm there to do a job. I'm a cocksucker and a good one. I take his dick in my mouth. Becuase it's so trussed up, I'm not sure he could get hard. Maybe it's the enviornment too. I still do it. Soon - but not soon enough for me, he grabs my head and pumps a load into my mouth.

I was hoping to just take the load like a good boy and go. But he grabs my face and makes me give him his load back. Then he gives it back to me.....along with about half a pack of tabacco juice he always has in his mouth. In addition, his perfume gets all over me too. Great! Now I smell like him.

I don't want to do him again - but he's already told a buddy about me. A professional football player. How do I pass THAT up?

I truly am a fuckin slut!

Monday, November 13, 2006

My Dick. Their Mouths.

A few weeks ago, I let some guy suck me off. Those of you who read this regularly know that's not my normal thing - though I've been known to let it be done a few times per year. In some ways, that old adage of 'the best tops used to be bottoms' can be true. The filth that can spew from my mouth is quite aggressive. My memory data banks from when I was 15 yo to present has stored all those things the best and worst guys have ever said to me. I know enough on how to regurgitate it as needed.

Anyhooo...the guy was an ok cocksucker but I knew in general he didn't swallow. Why bother?

Seriously.

I'm sure these guys think they are doing a service to blow a guy, even if they pull off at the last minute - or worse: spit! Now, I'm all for the money shot, but when I sink to my knees (or lower), I'm there to help a guy out, or to be put in my place. Or both.

This time I told him, he had to swallow. I don't have it any other way. He said he agreed. As it turns out, I had it planned that I'd be on the phone w/an acquaintance from Chicago. I didn't know he'd be getting sucked at the same time though. At first I thought the bud wasn't listening to anything I was telling my cocksucker - but he heard every word of it.

My cocksucker was older (late 50s?) and a decent mouth....but oy! his breath. Now I wasn't kissing him, but even a few feet below on his knees, I could smell the stench of his gum disease! It was rancid! If it weren't for the guy on the other end of the phone, I would have zipped up and bolted. I did cum and he did swallow....but it wasn't doing anything for me giving my dick again...to him or anyone else.

But a few days later this sucker kept emailing me about a 'friend' of his who wanted my dick. Apparently my 'top' self got good reviews. How off-putting I was. Little did the guy know it wasn't an act. His breath put me into a new realm. A real one. No acting. I was disgusted by him - but not because he was a cocksucker.

So, my bud in Chicago told me I should use the guy Bad Breath Guy was referring me to. Like a moron, I did as I was told.

The guy was divorced and had kids. It wasn't hard to figure out he was ex-military too. The second I walked in, he had medals displayed. The flag. His company etc. The only other thing he had in his downstairs was a bright blue crushed velour sofa and what I'm guessing was a 72" projection tv w/the worst g-d awful straight porn movie playing. ....and I like straight porn! (yes, believe it or not!).

First off - don't get any ideas that because the guy was ex-army or married that he was hot. He was ok.....at best. Technically, he was an ok cocksucker. No teeth. Could take it deep (though not all). But I figured since he wanted me because of the rep given by Bad Breath guy - he wanted verbal and similar treatment. WRONG.

I have never been with someone who lacked any reaction to verbal anything. I got no rise from him. Hell, I got no answers - in words, grunts or groans. I could have as easily been jacking off. ...and here is where I'm a 'guy'. I wasn't leaving without cumming. Not after driving 25 minutes. How incredibly selfish am I? Yup - I'm a guy!

...at least he swallowed.

Oh....and I covertly took a picture of him on my dick.


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Sunday, November 12, 2006

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??????

Friday, November 03, 2006

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!