Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Get the Load Out

I know I have a few other DC stories to relay from my last work trip, but I thought I would post regarding a feeding I provided just yesterday.

Posted on craigslist, under ‘Men For Men’, the ad appealed to me more because of his location: a hotel two blocks from where I work. His physical description and picture (below) weren’t too shabby either.

The other reason I was taken by the ad was more selfish: I hadn’t come in 11 days. If you read here regularly, you know I rarely do solo jack-off. I might stroke it while giving head or getting fucked. And of course, I get off when getting sucked or pumping butt.

“Nick” was 31, 5’6”, 145. And the picture doesn’t do his body justice. The man was built and toned. And smooth. Normally I’m not into smooth men, but he pulled it off pretty well.

He also sported a wedding ring.

The ad read MWM for discreet bi, straight or married men. Ok – I’m none of those. If I were discreet, I wouldn’t be posting this for 400 people a day to be reading it here. But on the other hand, I’m not giving names, phone numbers or email addresses. The pictures I usually post don’t give their identity away.

…but I am also not bi, or married or straight. Let alone a combo of those. And I don’t think he was either – though he claimed to be.

The ad also read for ‘watching porn, jack-off….maybe more’. There is always more.

He agreed to have me over after work, even though I provided no picture of myself. I always give an accurate description. Obviously I have pictures, but didn’t have them with me at work.

As agreed, I called him when I walked down to the hotel. When asked if I was, bi or straight – I lied and said bi. Fuck – I’m not even bilingual.

I went up to his room and he took his time opening the door. I’ll assume he was assessing me via the peephole in his door. You can’t blame him – I do the same thing. Upon entering, the blinds were drawn and nary a light on, save his laptop which was playing really bad straight porn.

We stood in front of the hotel desk that held his laptop. I hauled out my dick while he stood there nekkid. Eventually he reached over and grabbed my dick…but only for a second. He seemed tentative at first. Then he went for my nuts with the same hesitation.

Barely under his breath he asked if I ever had someone lick my balls. I told him I had and loved it and then slyly suggested that he might like to try it. He was all too eager. But eager doesn’t make for a good sack lapper.

After he took a few laps, even more of a low mutter, he asked ‘do you like to do anything else?’. BINGO. There was no way this guy wasn’t a complete cocksucker. I’ve been around the block enough to know.

I replied, ‘what guy doesn’t like getting his cock sucked?’. Then followed up with, ‘do you wanna taste it?” He nodded his head. I knew he would.

But Nick didn’t just want to get on his knees. He wanted to be on his back in his hotel bed with me feeding him. This was no novice. Kicking off my shoes and dropping my pants, I climbed on the bed and obliged his wish. I’m kidding no one here when I say I was still doing this more for me than him.

I eased part of my 8” into his mouth, which met with no resistance. NONE. I kept sinking until my balls and base hit his lips. Clearly he was no novice at this. Especially when upon withdraw of my shaft, he asked me to fuck his pussy mouth.

I can totally relate to this guy. He saw his mouth as a cunt – and he advertised for married men, straight or bi. I’ve been in his shoes….or out of them, as the case may be.

At one point, I went on my back and encouraged him to go down on my dick. I told him I was marveled at how I could watch it disappear, inch by inch…and all of it at that. During breaks he’d tell me how his wife loved to get fucked and how he liked to see guys fuck her.

He wondered out loud if I thought his mouth felt like his wife’s pussy. I told him he’d have to tighten his lips to make it feel like that. Hey, if wanted to live this fantasy, I could hold up my end of the bargain. I played it just right – telling him how I’d like to fuck his wife while he was down there licking my shaft at the same time. He certainly responded to this kind of behaviour. Lord knows, in the past, I have too.

Nick finally told me he wanted me to fuck his mouth again – with him on his back. I ended up getting into push-up position and deep-dicking his throat. I think this is the first time this has happened to me on the feeding end. I cannot count the number times I’ve taken it that way on the eating end.

The man’s mouth was like velvet and he had no gag reflex. None. If this guy was bi (or married), I’m the straightest man out there.

I told him in no uncertain terms my load was to be swallowed and he had no issue with that. He didn’t even flinch when I told him it was an 11 day load. And when I shot, he never once gagged, or looked like he’d panic nor did he miss a drop. Not bad when you’re pinned between a man and a bed with nowhere to go.

I don’t know if it just slid down his throat, because never once did I feel him gulp any semen into his belly.

I kept my dick in his mouth, milking the shaft for a good long while, making sure there was nothing left for me to clean up when I pulled out. Nick was stroking off – or trying too. His dick, which by the way, was slim, but a good 7” long was just being abused by his fist.

Though Nick claimed I was the first and only guy he got off (ha!), it couldn’t have been the first time that day he’d ejaculated. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a small load come out of a grown man before. I wasn’t even sure he shot. But he did.

As he worried about cleaning up (huh??), I pulled myself together and left him while he was in the bathroom.

I’d gotten what I came for.

Monday, May 28, 2007

1+1 (x2)+1+2 = 6

It's simple math. No Excel formulas truly necessary.

On my last post, I ended saying I needed to advertise on craigslist for an early morning feeding. I can honestly say the ad was a success. Highly successful in fact.

I got some immediate responses that looked more than promising. It became a matter of timing, since I had said yes to both and one didn't want any kind of group action.

The first guy (I'll call Paul) was great. Macho. Shaved head. Good body. And a good sized dick which was also thick.


Not bad, huh? Soon after his knock on my door, I was on my knees with my lips at his short hairs. It felt great. It tasted great. As usually happens, when I pull out my dick to stroke during these sessions, the guy now wants to reciprocate. Paul was no different - but at least he was a good cocksucker.

However, things kicked up a notch when he saw the Astroglide at my bedside. Without a word, he slicked up this wide penis and rubbed it against my hole. With a big hit of poppers, I let him in. Paul was a masterful fucker.

Here's a word to many tops out there - you're not as good at fucking as you think you are. No offense. But it takes finesse to really be a good fucker. Not a lover, but a fucker. Paul was GOOD. The speed, the force, the pulsing, the variation - was one of the best fucks I've ever had......and I've been boned once or twice.

He slowed up and I think he was going to pull out. I just muttered in my dirtiest voice, 'keep going......don't stop until you're fuckin' done'. He didn't need to be told twice. With a few more pushes and LOUD grunt, he unloaded up my hairy ass.

Before he left, I told him I was there the next few days and he was welcome back anytime I wasn't working.

About 10 minutes later, guy #2 showed up at my hotel room. His face was better than his pic, but his body had seen better days. His cock was pretty nice though. He just dropped his short to show me this:


What he lacked physically, he made up for with his attitude. He was there to be serviced....and made sure I knew my place. You really have to admire that.

He had me on my back on the bed as he fucked my mouth. Even though the dick was 7.5", with the angle, I took it with ease. The entire time he was just looking down at me, literally and figuratively. He seemed amazed that I never tasted the load he shot in my gullet. I had to explain the angle and how deep he was - there aren't tastebuds back that far. I could feel it slide down my throat, but I never tasted it.

He solved that problem by putting his dick back in my mouth and treating me to another face fuck and another load. This time pulling back enough for me to taste his spooge. The 2nd load was pretty big too.

I jumped in the shower and changed for work before guy #3 showed up.


As you can see, he had a nice dick. He was italian looking, but facially, he wasn't as hot as his cock. I wasn't gonna look at his face....or so I thought. It didn't take long for him to get off...and I took every drop. But then he wanted mine, but not in his mouth - on his face.

I hate wasting my load that way. But I had just gotten 4 loads out of 3 guys and was about to be out working for the next 10 hours. I HAD to get off. ...and I did. A humongous load that coated his in his his his hair. I was unapologetic. He's lucky he got to use one of my hotel towels.

Ok....4 down, 2 to go. But the last 2 came later in the day. I did have to work.

While checking my email out on the Metro, Paul (guy #1) said he had a buddy he thought I'd like and gave him my phone number. He fuckin' pimped me out!!!!!!!! ....I can't even tell you how much of a turn-on that was to me.

The guy (Steve) called and wanted to come over. Paul never mentioned what we had done, so I don't know what this guy was expecting. Before Steve got there, Paul called and asked if I wanted him to come by also. I'm not shy - so I said yes. I had no ideas on what Steve might have thought.

Steve got there first. Dark hair on the sides and very bleached on the top, which was also sculpted into a peak. I could see his dick through his jeans. The man was going commando. Love it! I told him we were going to be joined by Paul, and he was cool with it.

I got into sucking Steve's cock, which was a little longer and thicker than Paul's, when there was a knock at the door. I answered while nekkid and without ever looking through the peep. I didn't care who might be there at that point.

Soon enough we were all stripped down. It went from me sucking one of them, while the other sucked the other (follow that?), or me putting both their rods in my mouth while they made out (which was my favourite). I love it when guys are into each other, but using me as a vessel for them getting off. It's like I'm there, but not even there.

Yes, sometimes (many) I like to feel insignificant during sex. A lesser person. Almost a non-entity. That is probably as sub as I get, but I get it......and I get off on it, though usually later.

If there was any doubt I was going to get fucked (again), it was dispelled when Paul told Steve what a nice ass I had. Steve greased Paul up, as the plan was for him to go first and make sure I was ready for Steve's bigger dick. I asked Steve to get my camera and take some picks of that dick in my hole.


Maybe I was sore from the morning pounding, or maybe Paul was showing off for Steve. He wasn't as skilled and didn't take his time like he had done earlier. When I asked for a little more lube, Paul pulled out and let Steve take over.

Steve was a good good fuck. Hard, unrelenting thrusts and yet still made us both feel great. He and Paul were talking about my ass...and about his fucking and the load that was coming. Again, I was a 3rd class citizen in my own hotel, even though it was my holes they were using.

Steve threw his head back and said 'FUCK' over and over and his jism pumped up my ass. He let it slide out and flopped into a chair. I was expecting and wanting Paul to take his place, but he said he couldn't hold off and shot a load onto my chest and arm.

Continuing the theme, I lay there as the two got into the shower together and did lord knows what. I wasn't invited, though I don't know I would have been rejected if I tried to join.

6 loads in a day and I completed more than a full work day. And it wasn't even 7p yet.

G-d, I'm a fuckin slut.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Midnight Snack

Last night was salvaged!

In DC again - the land of a 1000 craigslist postings. So one who posts (me) is easy to get lost. I had some initial takers, even a hottie who called me as he was getting in a cab to come here. His cab better have been in a fucking accident that killed him....b/c he never called back, showed or answered my calls or emails.

Or the guy who wanted to get sucked.....then changed his mind that I go to him....then later....then after midnight. Like I was walking into that scenario!

But a guy did email me his pics which were pretty fuckin hot. 8x5". I wanted to be all over that. Though it was 11p, he would come to me and he did.

Not shy at all. He just came into the room undid his shorts, which dropped to his ankles and stood there waiting. I went to my knees like I knew he expected and took care of him. Though he had just gotten off that morning, he said he had a load to release.

It took a few minutes to work him up to an erection, but it was a nice one and true to his email. His aural responses to what I was doing indicated he liked my technique, though he never really got verbal without prompting.


He also never looked down at me...or rarely. Hands on hips he looked forward or had his head tilted back.

After awhile he sat in the hotel chair, head titlted way back. At this point, though I don't think I'm bad looking, I dont' think he was picturing his mind a guy doing this. He wanted to mentally remove himself from a guy sucking his cock. If he wanted to imagine a chick - so be it. I was gonna get the load.

After about 30 minutes of sucking I got my reward too. And for someone who shot earlier in the day, he had a huge and thick load. It was a great way to end the disappointing evening.

Now I have to post to get a hot protien breakfast served to my room. (wink)

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Pumpin' Butt

I have to say, I'm becoming more and more comfortable in my 'versatile' role.

Don't get me wrong, I still think I self-identify as cock/cum pig most of the time, but it is harder and harder to get laid with such defined labels. It's easier to get what I want when I travel for business. There always seems to be a plethora of guys out there wanting to play on some level. And really - what is a boy to do after he's worked a long day and now back in his hotel room??

But this is actually an in-town story. After my last travel to DC, I was building up a load. 13 days to be exact. Readers here will know that I don't normally jack myself off. I wait to get off while getting a guy off, or lately - letting some guy take care of it for me.

Anyway, I put an ad out on craigslist regarding my 13 day load predicament. I tried to keep the ad open, but had some things in there I wanted specifically. Mainly gimme your fuckin stats and a place to do it that was in downtown. ...oh, and they had to take the load.

For some reason this town has a bunch of fuckin' flakes. Guys who can't read (or won't). Or the guy who got all fuckin' huffy with me via email because I didn't 'thank' him for complimenting me in his email. The string of emails he left was clearly a man unhinged. There is probably a crawl-space with body parts of men he's been with who have disappeared.

Most guys didn't have a place. Couldn't host. Didn't have stats. I mostly didn't give them the time of day.

There were a few that I've kept in my 'inbox' (so to speak) for future reference because they at least sounded promising, though there was nothing the could do for me during a lunch/work-day release.

Two could. I hedged my bets and made arrangements with both of them. One was to blow me in a parking garage stairwell. One was in his hotel room a few blocks from my office. I staked out my place in the garage and saw the guy coming for a few floors below. F'ugly. Nothing like his picture represented. NOTHING. ..and he flitted. You could see it from 5 stories up. I went out the back entrance and headed to the hotel.

The guy there wasn't exactly like his pics, but not horrible. He had a nice dick on him, but was more interested in mine. With just my cock out of my suit fly, he performed some great fellatio. I hauled out my nuts through the zipper and told him to work on those too. I love having my balls lapped on. I hope when I do it to a guy it feels at least half as good as how it does to me.

The guy (I never got a name) got up and laid on the bed and stroked his big dick. I felt the need to taste it. And naturally, though big, I took it to the root. Hey! I'm still a well-trained cocksucker.

When I pulled off, I asked him what got him my interest in getting off started to wane. But he said something I experience a lot. Due to the size of his dick, most guys want him to fuck or guys want to suck him. He liked to get fucked too. My interest now started going to his hard hard 8" dick and my now 13 day load.

Though he had rubbers and lube on the bedside table, he never made a sound when I just reached for one of the items. I lubed up my dick and his ass turned up and he scooted to the edge of the bed.

Like a pro, his hole just invited my dick into him. All the way, I might add.

I don't think I've ever tried to pass myself off as a good fucker. It feels great, but I can't ever hold off. I also don't get a lot of practice.

Something about his ass though felt so good. I just worked it and my dick. Bottoming out in him and then still jabbed at him. If he was uncomfortable, he never showed it. He asked for it harder. I would for a few seconds but really didn't want to lose the load yet and it was a possibility if I kept at that pace.

I did get to pull out and push back in over and over. The rub against the head of my prick felt great. After about 15-20 minutes (my longest fuck?) he really wanted it. I also had a schedule to keep but almost hated to lose such a big load....but I went for it.

I POUNDED him and was quiet about it when I was cumming. He never asked me to pull out - and even if he did, I don't think I would have obliged. I could feel myself shooting over and over again, but clearly he couldn't. That surprised and disappointed me.

I stayed in him for a bit as he jacked. He was jacking hard, but not getting anywhere. My shaft slipped out dragging some of my spoooge with me. He'd be feeling that for a few hours.

Not to be rude, but he repositioned himself to jack.....I went to wash my dick off. He was very clean, but I didn't want him on me all day. : )

He was still pumping his dick as I thanked him and walked out the door back to work. On the way back, I called a bud to tell him what I just did.