Wednesday, December 31, 2008

74 for the Year

Last day of the year, ain't it?

I went through my posts from 2008, and counted the loads I've taken.

74 would be the total. Not the real total, of course. Naturally, 74 are only the ones I bothered to document. I know I've taken more than that, but lets face it - some just weren't even worth it to mention, let alone draft it and post it.

I didn't bother to count the number of loads I have given this year. More than I normally have, but I am estimating at maybe a dozen or dozen and a half.

By most people's estimation, not a lot. By my usual standards, it's pretty high. Clearly my top side is on the rise, but let's not be too hasty. Overall, I still know my place - and so do all of you.

So for some parting shots, I'll give you two pics of my penis.



Hope you all had a good 2008. Here's looking forward to 2009.

Monday, December 29, 2008

4 Blowjobs; 1 Morning

You know when I travel for work, I usually plan my work day around sex - and most likely do not do it the other way around.

HELLO!!!!!! Sex Addict here!!!!

Two were repeated guys. Two were new. All were in a span of less than 2 hours.

Yeah, I would have loved to have sucked all day long, but I kind of need the paycheck and some of my clients were expecting me at certain times. I throw a lot of caution to the wind, but I don't always throw everything down the drain.

Guy #1

mid-40s. Says he's married and that I'm the only guy who has ever blown him.

I let him go on with this premise, as I highly doubt most of this is true. He's a handsome-ish guy, in a dad kind of way. Height/weight proportional and an almost average cock. He comes early in the morning and always out my door by 7:30a.

I rarely ever ever ever post on CL with the same ad or pics, just because they will block those if you post too often. I almost never show my full face in these ads. Yet this guy always finds me - and always knows it IS me. Weird.

...and for a guy who never gets blown by anyone else, he sure cruises the M4M ads an awful lot or just happens to stumble upon mine the same day I post them. Trust me - this guy is out looking for it every single day. Why he can't tell me that is beyond me - not that I'm losing sleep over it.

He always lays back a bit, leaning on pillows, kind of watching me, kind of getting lost in the act. He always wants it to last and it never does more than 10 minutes, from time in the door to time out the door.

"Don" is always rock hard and the cock and load tastes good. He always shoots a lot - and that is the reason I keep letting him come back. I'm sure I will again.

Guy #2

40, 6'0", 180 lbs., br/br, bearded, in shape, GL, 6.5 cut, hairy legs, crotch, abs & mod hairy chest. Really dig hotel scenes!


His stats were accurate, but he looked about 10 years older than he said. Maybe it had been a rough morning. I've been there!

We never got too far in the doorway, as I just wanted to drop to my knees and get him off. Like so many guys, he was going for the total strip down. That is not my thing for guys I just want to suck off. I rarely want their pants to drop. Normally, I'm good with a cock just yawning out of an open fly.

The guy proved to be an ok feeder. Some hip action going on as he pumped my mouth. He would have liked it to last longer, as he told me so, but his wish was not my command. I wanted to finish him off, as I knew another guy was on his way. I had not cleared with either of them to have a 3rd, and believe it or not, I do try to be respectful of that - especially when one of them is a married guy.

Guy 2 had a nice load as well. For a guy (me) who had not had breakfast yet, I was getting a warm and creamy protein filled meal, all courtesy of room service.

Guy 2 also accidentally left behind a small bottle of good poppers. The ones I had brought were ok, but not as potent as the ones he had. Bonus for me!

Guy #3
Just left the dentist but would love to swing by on my way back to work. I am 38 MWM 6' 180lbs. Clean cut professional. Can come over right now.

I stalled "MN" (name he signed) for a few, as I knew I had Guy #2 on his way. He was cool with that.

MN had no pic to share, which is always a risk, but I have a soft spot for married dudes - or guys who claim they are married or attached. I think we've been through all that before, maybe a few dozen times at this point.

I also have a hard time saying "no" when a guy shows who is less than up to par. I can't tell you how many times I've finished "the job", just because it was easier than kicking them out. Especially if they are borderline. (a guy who is a complete troll or liar about their looks, I have no issue with giving them the boot.)

I almost almost almost turned MN away. I knew I had Guy #4 coming over, who was all that, and MN just seemed a bit mousy and milquetoast.

.....until he unzipped.

MN had a phenomenal penis. He did not reference it in his stats, but he should have. Almost 8.5" of meaty dick. A very nice thickness and heft to it.

That prick fit perfectly into my mouth. Big enough to gag on, for the inexperienced, but fucking heaven to a cocksucking faggot, like myself. I loved taking care of it, and he was enjoying the service I was providing to him.

I was happy to remain on my knees while, just like I like, his dick jutted out from his open fly. I assured him he would get no jism on his pants. He'd never see any and that'd I'd clean him all off. He was good with that.

I worked that dick both nice and slow, and a little more frantic - mixing it up for the poor married guy (this guy I really think was). He was loving it. I was loving it.

Losing track of my time, I left it up to him when he wanted to blow that nut. I had probably worked on him for 20 minutes or so before he did. A very very full load. Slightly bitter, but no way was I missing a drop of it. Just like I promised him.

MN straightened up and I showed him out. He must have passed Guy #4 in the lobby or they were in separate elevators going opposite directions.

Guy #4

professional, hung, 45, 5 11, 185, well built looking to get sucked . I like masculine men w big dicks . Interested?


You might recognize his picture from here. Because I blew him a few months back, while a buddy of mine watched.

It is not surprising I remember him from the pic, but that he remembered me. But he did - and the scene from the above link. He was hoping for a repeat of a 3rd guy - but had I known that....well...............

#4 you can tell is a pro at this. He probably gets blown dozens of times per month in a hotel or at someone who is hosting. His suit jacket was off in a matter of seconds and hanging in my closet. His tie was loosened just so, so that he was able to pull the mostly unbuttoned shirt off, over his head, without actually untying the tie. It makes it very quick to put back on and go. This guy was no novice. I love that shit.

This guy is all about the supine blow job. Him on the hotel bed, laying back wanting and expecting to be serviced. It was just what I did.

I knelt by the side of the bed and enveloped his entire shaft, right down to his pubes. He loved it. His back arched, his hips left the bed to push his dick into my mouth - not that I was going to have trouble taking it. But I loved his enthusiasm and his interaction.

The guy was loud - with his moans and groans and when he'd say stuff like, "oh fuck yeah, SUCK THAT DICK!!!!!!". Luckily the housekeeping staff barely speaks any English. I care.

After about another 20 minutes, the professional stud let loose with a self-reported 4 day load. It wasn't huge by any means, but I savored every drop.

I like cum. What can I say?

He dressed like a pro, in reverse. That suit was back on in a flash and he was out the door. Both of us getting what we wanted.

All FIVE of us getting what we wanted.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Before I get to my 'Cumming Soon' story, I did have another less exciting hook-up - but in my mind, the cumming soon story and guy were so hot, many things pale in comparison.

It seems when I'm in DC I always find a guy who sings for their gay men's chorus. In theory, I would not say I am attracted to show-guys, but I guess I'd be stereotyping that they all were. They all seem to have a need to tell me they are in the gay men's chorus too. It's not like I ask it before we decide to hook-up.

5'10", 167, athletic/toned (work w/ trainer), 43c, br/hz, top. He seemed a bit slick, in this kind of sense: But I was horny and let the guy come over. He was nice enough and had a nice enough of a dick - maybe 6.5", but well proportioned. A nice sized girth to it and hard as a rock.....or as a cock.

The guy did have a good body and seemed to like mine. We stripped down and went to it. There was a minimum amount of foreplay, as he had to get to his holiday performance of his gay sing-a-long show.

I'm sure he gave me his name, but I don't remember it. It and he were not that important in the big scheme of things. Let's face it, I was a hole to him, as much as he was a dick to me. Nothing personal - just sex.

The guy was all about that. Though I had lube, he brought some. Possibly the biggest bottle I've seen anyone carry - and a type I had never seen. Everyone has their preferences I suppose, but to be traipsing around DC with that much lube, just for a trick. Go figure.

The guy did know how to fuck. Though we started with me on my back, he felt he could get the best leverage with me on my stomach. And to him, that's what it was about: leverage. How could he jackhammer that dick into me for his pleasure.

Again, I wasn't offended at his one-sidedness of this act. It was just sex. I'm ok with that.

He felt ok, but it was nothing extrodinary. But he did fuck like a machine. So good for him. Good for me - to a degree. Just how we started, I assumed it would last longer than it did, but he only had about 15 minutes in him.

That was ok too, believe it or not. He had a performance to get to (other than the one he just had on my hotel bed) and I had a business dinner to get to.

Like I said - it was all necessary. For both of us. And nothing special.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Cumming Soon

Just because it is the holidays, I'm still getting over my cold and I am working like a mad man - here are two pics that are a preview of my next post:


"David" is a hot motherfucker, who for some reason chose me to hook up with. I know it's my self-loathing and I'm not worthy phase, but fuck - one of the hottest sessions I've had in a while.

Enjoy the pics. Look for the story in the next few day. There will be pics with that one too - but I'll be in them as well.

Enjoy your holiday, guys!

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Second Go-Round x 2

I finally left NYC and made my way back to my home away from home: WDC.

I stay at one of two hotels most every time I'm in DC, I know the staffs there, they know me – though they don’t know what I do up in the rooms they book me for. Well, they might – but they certainly don’t say anything about it.

This trip to DC started with a repeat. You might remember about the cowpoke kind of guy who fed me his cock a few weeks back. He answered another one of my ads.

close by, looking to get sucked off before hitting the gym. 5'9" 165 fit, 31, 7cut thick, big shooter, ddf.


Fuck - ain't it a beautiful cock? Nice plump head with and equally thick shaft. The two nice balls are pretty good too. And trust me, it tasted as good as it looks.

He was as hot as I remembered him last time. And like last time he was over in a matter of minutes. He just live in the apartments directly behind the hotel. Works for me!

As soon as he was in the door, the shoes were kicked off and the pants were around his ankles. I was on my knees in an equal amount of time. Naturally, in no time my lips were passing over and wrapped around that nice plump head and equally thick shaft.

My actions provided the response I love to hear and feel from a guy: a long, deep moan and hands being placed on my head. But I worked him hard, I worked him lightly. Unless it is in a complete skull-fucking session, I do like to mix it up quite a bit.

First, to change it up does usually make the sessions last longer. I'm all for the quick, get them off kind of scenarios, but if it is a guy I like blowing and I have no other scheduling issues, I like to take my time.

The fast, lets-get-you-sucked-off moments are balanced by opening my mouth a little wider, having less suction and more of the velvet mouth routine. Don't forget the tongue dance on the underside of the shaft, while still having the dick completely covered in mouth! That usually gets the cock to jump and twitch like no one's business.

I am a master at gauging men's reactions to what my mouth is doing. After all, I have been doing THIS for awhile. I'm nothing if not a student of how a guy reacts to fellatio. Then of course, I use it to my advantage, even if they think it is to theirs.


Longer than most blowjobs, but not as long as I wanted it to last, "Scott" gripped my head tight and volleyed a number of jets of cum into my mouth. I stayed still making sure to take and savour each and every one of them. I also tried not to touch his head, as so many guys are sensitive after they cum - but on the other hand, I didn't want to miss the stray drops or ribbons of sperm that tend to bubble up after most guys think the 'job' is done.

In my estimation, a feeder should never have to clean up after the eater has completed his job. Truly completed.

So as I kept 'cleaning Scott up', he just stood there, letting me. And never going even remotely soft. So kept it up, I did - my actions and his penis.

He did step away and flop on the bed - and then I knew I would be working for a second load, even though it went unsaid.

With the second go-round, Scott started using his words. "Faggot" and "Cocksucker" passed from his lips - along with some other verbs, adverbs and adjectives. I certainly don't even mind his improper nouns. Not at all.

I always assume the second load will take longer than the first and almost every single time I am proven wrong. I don't think that is due to my talents as much as their focus on rubbing another one out and getting on with their day.

Either way, I'm ok with it. Scott groaned and had his head way back in my hotel pillows and pumped another nut into my willing and waiting mouth.

I think the only words that were exchanged as he redressed was 'thanks' (me) and 'gotta go walk the dog' (him).

Neither of us were looking for sustained conversation or friendship. We both got what we wanted. Twice.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Pumped x 2

The absolute highlight of my NYC trip was a rendezvous with some guy who shares my first name. We connected on Manhunt and I've never had tons of luck with that site - yet I cannot seem to quit it. Addictions of all types go deep, ya know. Why should MH be any different?

Dad/Top: 45, 6'3", 34W, hairy, 7" cut thick

He was playing hookie from work that day, but I couldn't meet with him immediately. He knew I was having lunch and would be back at 2p. I told him I might be running a few minutes late, but he had my phone and email if he needed to get a hold of me.

Mind you - I never expected him to be waiting outside my hotel room. Fuck this was a MH guy. Usually they are flakes. But there he was, hotter than he looked in his pictures and as sexy as he sounded during a call we had.

"R" stepped into my room as I unlocked the door. Though only claiming an inch taller than myself, he seemed larger. He stepped forward and gripped my head and pulled me in for an intense kiss. As intimate as it could have been, it turned out to be more sexual. Primal sexual, not really foreplay. Sure I put his cock in my mouth - because I love to suck. And what man doesn't like a blow job?


R was a partnered man who played on the side. GREAT! But he told his partner about all his antics and all the details if he wanted to hear them. Snore. You know me, show me a guy who will lie, cheat and steal to bone a stranger, and I'm all over that.

It wasn't long before we stripped down and got down to business - which means a man's prick up my hairy ass.


R fucked like a champ. We did it with me on all fours, with me on my back, with me sitting on his 7". And while he was hot and we seemed to connect on many levels, it was all animal. He wanted to dump a load up my hole, and I wanted him to.

And while we connected, it was a rough fuck. I'm not complaining. I've always asserted, if I am going to take it up the butt - I want to know it. I want it to be done by a MAN. R was and is.

After about 20-25 minutes, I was on my back for a second time during the session when R buried his dick and load. A big load I could feel and that anyone within ear shot could have heard. I'm ok with hotel indiscretion. Really. I am!

We chatted a bit afterwards. We made out a bit afterwards. He had me go back down on him afterwards and clean him up. Since I was pretty clean, he was too and I had no issue doing this while he took pics.


Either my oral skills were good enough, or he was horny enough (or both) to go for round 2 on my ass. Or IN my ass, as the case may be.

For the most part, R took me from behind. He went in deep and rough - and repeatedly. The pressure against my prostate was incredible. It was a bit tender, highly erotic, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Sounds weird, but true. He was hitting all the right spots at all the right time.

Once again, he went in deep and unloaded as far as he could to get his swimmers as far in as they would go. He loved adding his load to his other load. We both did.

R insisted on snapping a pic of this achievement. You know I was ok with that.


R wanted me to push some of his jizz out, but either he buried it too deep, or I deep down I was reluctant to let it go. Maybe a little of both. Why take it if you're not going to keep it?

With R gone, the rest of the trip just became a quest for more dick. But that was it for NYC. Between work and stuff, my free time and my sex time became much more limited.

Still - it was all worth it. Every second of it. Every drop of it.

Friday, December 12, 2008

# 2 for the Day

So, after Mr. 9" left, I did have another visitor before I had to make my way up to Rock Center for lunch. What other folks call a proper lunch.

Having semen for every meal is just fine with me. I've been living off it for about 3 decades now - so why not make a meal out of it.

5 9 165 hairy chest 48 years 8.5 inch cut cock needs to be sucked

I'm not sure of his ethnicity, but he was darker complected. He could have been italian or even hispanic. He wasn't a looker, but he had the goods in the dick department. They weren't internet inches, so as long as I kept my eye on that prize, I was good.

He was another guy who was good and instinctively grabbed the back of my head. I love that, but I'm a cocksucker and should be treated as such.


The guy wasn't very verbal. Not like the last guy. I did love how 'cocksucker' just passed his lips like it was meant to be. But I also had no trouble taking this guy to the root. Why should I? It's not like it was my first time. Hell, it wasn't even my first time that day.


I don't think I worked on this guy more than 15-20 minutes before the grip to my head tightened.

Clearly, you guys know I wasn't going anywhere, but either this guy didn't know that, or he just liked exerting his masculinity. I was fine either way. I like a feeder to take charge (or at least think that he is).

The load was decent, but nothing overwhelming - in volume or taste. I like when it has a taste and lot of quantity - but really, I'm here just to take the load, no matter how big or small, good tasting or bitter.

This is my job. Well, avocation more than job. And sucking more than blowing.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Miss Me?

I know, I know - it's been a bit since I've posted. Not for lack of "experiences", just for lack of time to write them.

As I pointed out in my last post, December is full of business travel for me - which means sex on my off hours. Hopefully.

I will start out with one New York story. I purposefully got in to the city earlier than I needed to be. I wasn't jonesing to meet up with my work-folk before dinner time. I also got to have lunch with an unidentified family member.

But before that meal - I had another one. Well....another two, but first things first.

I should say, I've never had much luck hooking up in New York. I have no idea why, but it has always been a tad more difficult. If using Craigslist, part of the problem is - your ad immediately gets lost in a sea of another 200 that were placed at the same time.

For some reason, this did not happen this last time. I had some decent reponses. Like this one:

GL masc white 27 br/br tight smooth worked out hung 9x6

Well, who wasn't going to be intrigued by 9"? It certainly caught my attention. He was two blocks away and made it in less than 10 minutes. What he didn't include and I completely missed is the lack of height and weight. The pics he went looked good - but I didn't pick up on that he was fairly short.

I know I'm nitpicking - I have always just had a height requirement.

With his demeanor and look - I would almost assume he was straight - but how often do true straight guys really look at the gay ads? I think I'm pretty savvy, but maybe I'm completely off base on this one.

But the guy had the right idea and attitude. The word 'cocksucker' just rolled out of his mouth with ease. It was slightly dirty and highly erotic. And it was also meant with laser focus on what he thought I was. Which I am.



He gladly handled the camera, all the while firmly grabbing the back of my head (which I LOVE and I have great pics of that, but sorry - it shows my entire self) and pumping that big, thick, veined cock in and out of my mouth.

I don't think the entire scene lasted more than 15-20 minutes. I loved that he didn't strip down - just coat off and cock out. His BIG cock was out.

And let me tell you - I know the cock size does nothting to corallate with the load size, but you'd never know it from this guy. He said he jacked off the night before (jack off? with a 9" dick? shouldn't there be a line of guys waiting for that???), but you'd never know it from how much he coated my mouth and throat with his spunk.

No need to worry - I did not miss a drop. He liked that. Not that he was letting my head up to give me the option to not take it all. Not that I wanted him to.

It was a win-win for both of us.

I offered a repeat during my stay, but it never materialized. That's ok. I'm not looking a gift horsecock in the mouth.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Coming to NYC

It was suggested to me, by a reader, that I might post a few days in advance of what cities/towns I will be traveling to, in order to find a different base of folks who might want to hook-up.

DUH. That never occurred to me.

It certainly would be an alternate route of breeding sources other than Craigslist or Manhunt.

I'm throwing it out there guys.

I will be in NYC Wednesday and Thursday of this week (12/3 & 12/4). Availability on the latter date is later - like after 9:30p, as I am working all day. But I have some times starting around 1p on Wed. I'd host.

I will be in DC late late late Friday night (12/5) and all of Saturday (12/6) and very early Sunday morning (12/5). For those who miss me then, I'll be back the 10th-12th.

...and then one day in Miami (12/14).

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Columbus Hotel A.M. Fuck

I was up very early the next morning, while in Columbus. Other people? Not so much.

I was still looking to get fucked, or to suck out a load before I had to hit the road. I had self-imposed a deadline on myself to be out the door, because I know how I am. Had I not, I would still be there thinking something, or something better, would come along. ...again, it is the price of being addicted to sex.

I did run across one guy I was ready to venture out for - and usually I'm the one to host. But he kind of dropped off and must have found something better or more convenient. It wasn't until later that it popped into my head that this guy bred me eons ago when I lived about a mile away from the hotel I was staying at. ....but that's another story for another time.

Finally I found I guy I settled on. Yes, 'settled'. I don't think he was in my top 5 choices of guys who were out there on Manhunt that time of the morning.

6ft 210lb 41yrs. blk man top 9c


It is not the best angle for a picture, but it is the only one he provided me.

As I've been apt to do lately, the room number given out, the door slightly open for the guy to push through. And he did.

The guy seemed bigger than advertised, except in one place.

He wanted me to suck him and he was quite small.....and smelly. Clearly he had not showered, but I'm ok with that, I guess. He grew and he grew hard, but 9"? I don't think so.

He had a very very respectable SOLID, 8"....maybe. but not 9". I've seen a few dicks in my time (no, it is true. i have!) and this guy wasn't pushing 9" - let alone there.

I went back to my position on the bed, ass right at the corner of it - providing him easy access.

Make no mistake about this - the guy was rough. No finesse, no anything except how it felt for him. Good thing for him, I'm a trouper. He mentioned a few times about how he liked 'fucking a white ass'.

Since he had no style in the fucking department, I knew this would be over quicker than anticipated. True to form, I'm thinking he did his final bury of the dick (and with it, the seed) up my ass in about an 8-10 minute time frame from walking in the door....and that included the fluffing I performed too.

Sometimes you get what you ask for. I got fucked and that is all it was. Not erotic - just necessary.

I was on the road at my pre-designated time.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Mistaken Identity

Last week I was in Columbus - my old town of residence - for work, but instead of driving an hour south of there, in the middle of nowhere, I stayed downtown and figured, I'd make the commute to my next client the next morning.

At least in town, I'd have a chance of getting laid.

Between one client stop and dinner with friends, I checked myself into the Red Rash Inn.

Normally, I stay at better hotels than that, but it was a late decision, and the place is well situated and easy to get to from various areas of town. And as Red Roofs go, it really is fairly nice. Sparse - sure, but it's clean and again easy access.....for someone who provides easy access.

Also between checking-in and dinner with friends, I went on line to see what I could see. Actually, I placed an ad while on-line at the client site so by the time I made it to the hotel, I had quite a few responses.

Most guys never responded to my replies of their replies, but that is par for the course when using any hook-up sites. But one guy and I did trade a few emails back and forth:

looking for a masc guy to fuck and suck my cock. 38, 5'11", 190, 34w, masc, in shape, 7+ cut/thick.

Truth be told, there was a 2nd guy I was yakking with also. So when the above guy told me he'd be there in 25 minutes, I thought I could blow and dismiss guy #1 beforehand. So when there was a knock at the door 15 minutes later, I assumed it was not the highlighted above in blue. I was wrong - though I wouldn't know that until much later.

When the guy and I started playing, I mentioned there might be another guy joining us (again, I was acting on incomplete information). He was down with that.

"Scott" was all the things he claimed in the ad. He wore a baseball cap and took off his glasses when he arrived. He was masculine and very self assured - as he pushed me down to my knees to suck his dick.

At first, I was thinking he'd never get to 7", as he appeared small, but he was a grower. Also, within our email exchange, I made another incorrect assumption that he wanted some head....regardless of how he replied to me in his original message. But I also didn't know it was guy #2 who showed, not #1.

He insisted I sucked him and take him deep. Scott held my head steady and pumped his hips so that his cock was going deep into my mouth. Not that 7" isn't formidable, but c'mon - I'm me. I could take that, but I'm glad he got off on the idea of him taking charge that way. I did too.

Scott moved to the bed where he sat on the edge, where I sucked him. He scooted back farther onto the bed, where I followed, so I could get to his dick. Soon I was laying in a position perpendicular to him so I could suck him a little easier.

What it also did was give him access to reach down to my ass - where he found my hole. And when he found my hole, he found he could make me quiver a little. He also found he could get what he wanted.

Admittedly, I had a small bottle of lube out, but I didn't think it would be for him. With authority, Scott told me to roll over on my stomach. I obeyed.

He lubed his dick and poured some into/onto my ass. With no ceremony, he PLUNGED in. Really - it was like a stab the way he did it, or the angle, or both. Had I been able to go anywhere or pull off, I probably would have. But as you can imagine, I was pinned between him and the bed. I'm sure he saw the surprise/discomfort in me, but it didn't stop his initiative.

Scott probably did give me 30 seconds to adjust, but then it was all about fucking my ass. I had poppers near me and reached for them. I've been trying to use them less and less - going for the breathing technique. ...they also make me lose my erection - and I want a guy to know I'm enjoying the fuck.

But to get my head in a more comfortable place while my hole was conforming to that same place I needed to get to - I took two big hits of the poppers. I relaxed and opened up for him - just like he knew I would.....or should. He talked dirty about me while he did all of this to me. You know I love that shit.

I murmured to him that he was going to make me late for dinner. He said he knew he was - and didn't care. ..and he didn't. His chest was on my back as he fucked my ass. He also saw my ring and without stopping his in and out motions, he grabbed hand and said, "filthy motherfucker, playing around with strangers while you're out of town...." Then he pumped harder for a few minutes.

With no warning, he pulled out and stood next to the bed.

"Get up!", he commanded. I did. "Come here", he said and led me to the bathroom alcove - which had the sink and mirror. "Bend over".

I did.

"Now watch yourself take a strangers dick up your ass"...and again, I did. We both did.

Like looking at a movie or something, we both watched our reflections instead of our real selves. It was almost a disconnect, but he could feel a warm ass and I could feel a rod of steel up my hole.

With more derogatory comments, Scott pumped me. I have to say - it was hotter than fuck. The visual, the verbal, the attitude. At one point while both looking into the mirror, he gave this wink that was one of those dirty little secret winks. He could have as easily been doing it back to himself as he was to me. Looking back now, I'm not sure. But it was hotter than fuck.

It kind of surprised me that with no fan fare, he pushed deep and held it there. Not a word or sound - but there was a pulse. I knew what he was doing. So did he (obviously!). That was hot too. He just let a huge load flood into my guts.

Scott pulled out and cleaned up while I stood there. Both of us knowing I'd have to hustle out of there for dinner. He dressed and left without a 'thanks', but I never expect it (or really want it) from a guy like that. He assumed guys like me were there for guys like him. And who can argue with that logic?

Before I left for dinner, I sent an email out to the guy I thought was #2 (who actually was Scott), but I thought had not shown or running late:

me: waited man. couldn't stay. will be here in early morning.

him: dude, i'm the one that fucked your ass.

him: let me know if you come back to town. i have a buddy who would love to help me tap that hairy butt again.

Don't think I won't be keeping his email address for a scene like that. If his friend has half the attitude of him, I'll be golden. I'd even make a special non-work trip down there if I thought that would happen.

Later, I was relaying thoughts about Scott and his 'tude to an on-line guy (can't say he's a friend, or a buddy - as I've never met him). Here was his take on Scott, or guys like him:

it was you or a kleenex both just a place to deposit both disposable and you know it only benefit of you is that the top has satisfaction is that a person is being made into a pig - the power over you to put you in your place

...and you know it.


Monday, November 24, 2008

1 Morning. 2 Fucks.

Sex on the road is all about the connections and timing. I can’t tell you how many crowded cities I’ve been in with no opportunity to actually hook-up.

I love “doing” the new guys – the different cocks, the different methods they have and use. But there is something nice about repeats. As you’ve seen in a few of my most recent posts, I have my share of guys who return for services I provide – free of charge, of course! Remember: I’m a slut – not a whore.

On my final day of my last trip, I had back to back visits. Both repeats.

#1. The black guy from a few posts back contacted me asking for a return visit. The guy had a nice body and an incredible cock. I would kind of be a fool to not want to attempt that again.

The first time, he was like Clark Kent – only in the fact that he really looked different when he took off his glasses. He looked more masculine – presented differently.

The second time – not so much. For some reason he had more effeminate qualities this time. That being said, he still had an incredible schlong. 8"-8.5” of solid dark brown, uncut meat. Lots and lots of overhang. I guess it’s one of those things with a nice uncut prick – you always want what you don’t have.

Maybe that’s not true. I have a nice big piece of meat – and I still want that from other guys. Scratch the above statement.

He stripped down as soon as he got in the room. I told him I had to have a pic of that dick and he allowed it. But I didn't waste the shot - I made sure to get some of me in there too. Nothing like the contrast of light and dark.


But for his after fuck trepidations of the last time and 'never ever' fucking raw, he didn't pack a rubber with him, nor did he ask if I had one. He had me get him sloppy wet with my mouth and then laid back on the bed and told me to sit on him.

I did. Just like this.


I'm actually becoming quite adept to holding the camera at weird angles and still getting a more than decent shot. He's about half-way in me. No worries - he did get it all the way in. Over and over.

But not for as long as you might think - or as I wanted. Sooner - way sooner - than later, he clenched his eyes and said he was going to cum. Then he did.

For as large as he is, I would have thought to feel him throbbing up there - especially at this angle. But I didn't. It was still a good thing to know I was getting and taking his load.

Upon cleaning up and getting ready to go, he never once uttered a thing about 'shouldn't have done this again' or word one about fucking a stranger. He actually told me to contact him next time I was coming to town.

As this guy was showing up, I was also arranging a time with another repeat guy. I blogged about this guy last October. The guy has a killer dick, a dirty mind, a filthy mouth - and not the most attractive face. But I ain't staring at his picture all day either.

Actually, as we conversed via email since my last time, his ideal is to have me face down, ass to the side of the bed when he enters. In theory, I never had to see him. It could have been hotter if we had never hooked-up before, but this would work too.

"Roy" called when he was in the lobby. I left my jockstrap on, unlocked my door, put my ass on the side of the bed with a pillow under my mid-section. In a few minutes I heard the door being pushed open, then shut & locked - a slight sigh of satisfaction as he saw what was presented to him and then the inevitable shedding of the clothes.

Roy loves to eat ass - and as it turns out, I love to have it done, especially as a precursor to being fucked. I thought about telling him of the load I had up there from 30 minutes prior, but I thought I'd just wait and see what he'd find. Turns out - if he tasted it, he said nothing, but it was buried farther than the average tongue could ever reach.

Soon enough, Roy lined himself up to my ass. I shamelessly tossed the camera his way, as I knew he's be ok with snapping a few pictures.


Roy is a little over 7" long I think, but you can see the girth. I showed these to a friend who said the dick looked like a dildo and not real. I see where he's coming from, but I am here to tell you it is all real. Yeah he has an industrial strength metal cock ring on and maybe he was even taking some viagra or something, but the flesh pole he was sporting was all his. Not that I looked around to see it.

I remained face down waiting for what was to happen. And it did.


Roy needed no prompting for getting his cock to my hairy crack. He nudged it against the target and while he is very thick and yes, I had seen some recent action over the few days prior to this, he went in fairly easily. The guy does have a technique of which I am impressed.

He makes a big dick feel good, to the point where I think even a less experienced guy (I guess that might be most people other than me!) can take it fairly painlessly. Because soon, he was all they way up me - and then would pull back out - kind of like this:


Granted, he went balls-deep, so this is just a shot.

I do love it when guys put their mouths right to my ear and say dirty things. I don't even remember what he was muttering, but suffice to say it was some name-calling and telling me what my ass and I am good for.

Roy did go on to say that he would love to see some straight guy fuck me. I'd love for him (or just about anyone) to see that too.

When Roy unloaded, I could feel every throb. But given how wide that cock was, I don't think that would be much of a surprise.

For the entire time I took it up the ass by Roy, I never turned around, I never looked at him - nor did he see my face. ....but you know for that getting yourself back together and dressed, it's hard just to lay face down waiting for him to go. I relented and finally rolled over before he left.

Overall, it was still a pleasant morning. I'd do it all again.

I know - you're all shocked!

Friday, November 21, 2008

New Post - not a story

Not that I don't have stories to relay. I'm still racking up new encounters for you guys. Committing them to a post is another matter. I have some partially drafted and some just up here in the old grey matter.

But I thought I'd point out that I have updated my blogroll - again. No one has been deleted, or at least I don't think so. But I have added a few.

Dulce y Peligroso is a pretty hot blog. Luckily for me, RG is 'offically addicted' to my blog. HA! - get it? Bad thing for me - he's competition on the bottom department. If we lived in the same area or traveled to the same towns, he'd be serious competition. But he's hot enough, that'd it would be welcomed. I'd give it up for him - in more ways than one.

I believe, Gay Pig, found me via RG at Dulce. He seems decent, though to stay on my blogroll, he'll have to keep up with the postings. He doesn't know it yet, but I don't keep folks on who go dormant for months at a time.

As for other posts - I should be back to those in a day or so. The next one will have pictures....and I know how much you guys seem to enjoy that shit!

Thursday, November 20, 2008


I hate when things get fuzzy.

My post about M had one of the most comment responses from my readership than any other post I’ve done. This is post #2 about M. It's not my standard sex post. Some will appreciate it. Others - not so much.

But things are fuzzy.

I’ve been blessed/cursed with an incredible memory – but things with M get me blurry from the word “go”. I think I am so distracted by this man, that I am finding it hard to separate fact from fantasy. Maybe there isn’t a separation and I need there to be. As comfortable I am in my own skin, M might push me to uncomfortable places. This post won’t be as clear and concise as many of you would like.

It’s not that I don’t remember the events – I do. Kind of. Sequence of events are hazed. Things actually said are vague memories – and were immediately after they happened. Actions and demeanor are spot-on. At least in my mind. He’d have to confirm his take on my take.

M knew I was coming to town and with our busy schedules we had some overlap time. My door was open for him, I was on my knees, stripped, head hung down, next to the bed when he arrived. He never asked this of me – not verbally. It was expected – from both of us.

I was instructed to rise – and then M sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt and removed his shoes and socks, being careful to place them just so when they were off. All the while he sat their looking down at me. Appropriate.

Sooner than later, my face was directed to his crotch. It felt good. It felt right.

Clearly, I am a man made for sucking cock – and other things – but some feel more right there than others. While this can be a physical thing, it can also be more a mental or psychological one. Sometimes it is the perfect storm.

This is where things get muddled. The haze of what we did, what we said, etc. I think I opened myself up to so much and tried to take everything in, none of the specifics stuck. Well….not all of them. Some of them did.

M likes poppers. M likes me to like poppers. As with everything else I did with him, I took it one step further. If he held the popper bottle to each nostril for 30-45 seconds, I would inhale that long. The glee on his face that I would do that because he wanted was intense.

As with last time, if you read, M does not exhibit a lot of emotion. It’s not that he doesn’t have it - it is that he knows he doesn’t need to with someone like me. He knows that I know what he is thinking and feeling – at first meeting we both know we were on that same wavelength. There are/were so many things not said, that when they were, it was this overflow of weird feelings on my part.

Sounds corny when I write it out – right? It does to me.

There were moments of lust – his and mine. There were moments of needing and wanting to please (mine). There were moments of needing to be feel superior (his).

There were times as his hand held or cradled my head that it was very parental. I don’t know how to describe it any other way. It was commanding and yet still comforting. M encouraged me to ‘let go’. It was vague and yet not. He wanted to see what I could emote – verbally and none. It wasn’t a ploy (I don’t think) or a farce. He was flexing some mental muscle – but it was, in his own way, sincere.

I wanted to. I even might have. Emoted, that is. At least to a degree. As you can read in the previous 270+ posts, emotions are not my strong suit – at least displaying them. It is not that I’m a cold hard bastard (ok…maybe!), but there is a time and place for those and it is usually not during sex in hotel rooms with men I barely know.

Sex is an act, not an emotion.

So yes, not only have I learned to suppress that for most anyone – I have conditioned myself to not send or receive mixed messages. If nothing else, on “date” 2 – it would (and should?) scare the shit out of most guys – myself included.

But honestly, I don’t think M thinks that way. Having a guy open up leaves them vulnerable. This can be used for good or evil. I have no idea what he wants or what he wants to use it for. I just know I had to try to please him. At one point, when between his legs looking up (always me looking up!), he had a grin/sneer on his face. Hard to describe (again) but totally hot. I can’t remember why he had it, or what caused it, but he did.

I didn’t make anything up – but whatever came out of my mouth so weird (to me), but he seemed to dig it. Enough so, that I got his load in my mouth.

He dressed, again with my help. I resumed my position kneeling next to the bed, just like he found me. But like last time, our discussions as he was poised to leave turned him on enough to elicit another erection. He pulled out and stroked. And stroked.

M asked for the underwear I was going to wear that day. I retrieved them. He had me hold the inside of the pouch out for him. He unloaded his 2nd ejaculation into them. I wore them all day – just as he knew I would.

There wasn’t enough to make a mess of my pants or to show my clients, but anytime I went into a restroom, unzipping or unbuckling my pants, I could smell him. It lingered in my briefs and in my nostrils.

Just as he continues to linger in my thoughts.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Ed & Me - Part Umpteen

I’m torn on which order to write my next three stories, but figure I’ll just roll them out as they come. I wanted to build up to the hottest story, but they are like my children – and they were all hot in their own ways. They are all repeats – and one of them is just from earlier in the same week. I’m concerned I’m getting a reputation around town – and I don’t even frickin’ live there!

This first one is about “Ed”. Yeah – I’ve written about him a number of times before. Ed is actually the person I’ve hooked-up with most since I’ve been traveling to DC. I can’t say we’re a regular thing, but a little more consistent over the last few months. No worries – I am not there enough to make it a ‘thing’ and I think he has a partner or at least a boyfriend.

Standing naked before you – he is a wonderful specimen of a man. Muscular, but not overly so. Hairy – and in all the right places (possibly the most perfect treasure trail!). Handsome, but not unapproachable. Masculine. Well hung.

If he has a negative, his voice is a little nasally – or so it seems. After we’re doing what we were destined to do, I never notice it again.

Ed is good in bed. Yeah, with him, I’m always the bottom, but with a guy like this – that is where I’m meant to be. I want to be. We have little conversation and always get down to “it”.

Ok – this time it was a little different. Normally we are early morning or very late night hook-ups. This time was right after work for both of us. It was cold and raining out when he arrived. With no words, it just happened. We drew closer and closer – to the point where we started kissing.

To anyone else, it wouldn’t seem a big deal – except for the last 15 months or so, Ed and I had never kissed. Not once. Certainly it was pleasant – and done with some passion. And it lasted for quite a while, especially considering we had never done it. It went beyond curiosity and into lust personified. Maybe he isn’t dating anyone. It did not seem like the lips of a guy who kisses for passion at home. Or it could just be my imagination.

During the kissing, we started slowly, methodically and sensually taking off each other’s clothes. The buttons to our dress shirts came undone one by one – with no rush, yet with great abandon. It was like the stuff out of bad romance novels or a Lifetime movie (if one of us were a woman!). Lips went to necks, sides of faces and ears. Tongues too. And yet, shirts were untucked, dropped to the floor and then we went lower to the belts, shoes and pants.

Ed’s body always makes me just want to stand and admire him. The veins in his leg are even masculine – coming from a man who works on that body, but can easily be disguised by normal business clothing.


He collapsed onto the bed – waiting for me to come to him….to service him. I went gladly – willingly.

Last time I provided him a blowjob. It was meant to be more, but he had hurt his back and he was responding well to my mouth. According to him, he has a hard time ejaculating from head, but this time he had no issue. Not only that, but he got hard again in a matter of minutes.

So, I started, this time, with my mouth too. I got a very similar reaction. Ed put pillows behind his head and watched the top of my head go up and down on his – and then underneath the shaft. At some point, what my activity and what he was seeing from his angle, I heard him say “that’d make a nice picture”

Never one to be shy, I said – do you want a picture of that? He said sure. I got up found my camera and tossed it Ed’s way. He used it. During the rest of our session, I’m thinking he took like 4-5 dozen pics… this one.


But getting blown – at least through cumming – was not on Ed’s agenda. “Sit on this”, he commanded, shaking his hard 7.5” at me. And I tried, but it was a tough go. Not sure if it was his angle or mine or combination, but it was difficult going in. Not to worry, we got it but it wasn’t working for either of us. We flipped around in various position – me on all fours, me on the edge of the bed on my back and the back to me sitting on it – like this:


We went on like this for about 45 minutes….his cock just made for my ass (yeah – I know what you’re all thinking! Shut your pie holes!). The last bit of ploughing was me on my back, center of the bed, Ed above me pumping me hard.

Hotel guests on either side of us had to know someone was dumping their seed. It’s one of those unmistakable sounds – regardless of your gender. You’ve done it or it’s been done to/in you – unless of course you’re under 18! {EG}

I could feel Ed pretty much flooding my guts. Not so much with the volume, but the pulses with each shot he put into me.

What I have found with Ed is, there is no slipping out afterwards. It is a concerted effort to get his dick out of my ass – that is if I want it to come out at all.

I was still on my back and he leaned back – basically so our crotches were still touching via his cock up my hole.


Honest to g-d, in a matter of minutes (seconds?) he was snoring. Fuck – it was like we were dating and he just drifted off to sleep post-coitus. This did not seem like the behavior of a trick – who usually pulls out, dresses and is out the door.

Oddly enough, I was comfortable with this arrangement. His dick was still pretty plump and deep in me. It wasn’t going anywhere unless I pulled my way off him – and if I did that, he’d wake. I didn’t want to do that either. What I did do, is take a few torso pics. I didn’t want to get his face in them, as I wanted this little arrangement to continue.

After about 30 minutes, Ed woke up - still in me. Truth be told, it was great. He eventually pulled out, got up and showered. I remained laying in bed, completely satisfied. Hopefully he was too.

Ed dressed and we had a few more kisses before he left. I'll just assume there will be another go-round at some point.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

3 (Very) Short Stories

Before I get into my two hottest encounters of the last week, I am going to lump three more in for you. Ok enough to blog about (two of them at least) – not great enough to be deserving of their own separate entries.

One guy worked at a "hometown paper", and was in a rush as it was election day. I had blown him before, but I can't find I ever blogged about him. He was ok - and ok looking. Married, 6" dick. While I liked blowing him - he wanted me to lick his ass (I did) and then fuck me (I let him).

He was good about the fuck - and his wife would be a fool not to like his technique - although he was quick about it. Maybe it was his deadline, maybe it was because he was on the clock or maybe it was because he was with a guy and just wanted to dump a load. I don't know. He was gone pretty quick.

The next guy was better. Hotter. The whole nine yards. Early 40s, 6', 180. Good body, but you can tell it was better when he was in the military. He had a certain air about him that let you know he was. When you saw his ink - it was confirmed, as I don't think too many civilians had Marine tattoos on their body.

Here is his dick:
He insisted on wearing a rubber and you know how I feel about that. I respected his wishes and he respected mine. We went for oral only. Not that he didn't push the issue - by standing next to the bed while he fed me. "Les" coated his thumb, index and middle finger with his saliva. He then reached down and played with my hole.

Damn it felt good and he sure knew what he was doing - and he should have. While he did this, he told me how many guys he fucked in the military and that he started fucking his father's best friend while he was 14!!!

You have to admire a guy who knows what he wants and knows how to get it - especially at that age. Next time, I might just have to let him bone me - rubber and all.

The third tale came from this guy: 28 muscled jock. Would love to get off in that ass. The picture was flawless. I should have probably been skeptical - it was too hot.

The guy was ok looking at best - and if he was 28, I am 65. For the most part, I'm not into boys - and he had to be 21 at best. His dick was fair and his technique - the one of a newbie.

The fuck was jack-rabbity and unsatisfying - at least for me. At the last minute, he pulled out of my ass and dumped his load on my ass (see below)


So much for loving 'to get off in my ass'. He won't ever be getting an invite back. Wasn't my scene or feeling like I had sex with a 'man'.

My still have other good stories to relate from this last trip. Overall, I got 14 loads in 3 days. Not chopped liver.

The best stories yet to cum.........

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Lust to Lust

So I finally got a 3-way going while on my travels. A pseudo-3 way I guess.
I always forget why I don't entertain these more often, but it comes back all to clearly. First - they are hard to arrange. Someone can't make this time or that time, someone always wants approval of who is coming and to see pictures and to see who else is out there. Invariably, someone bails due to one or combined reasons.

But even when they do come together, two are more into each other than the third. Odd man out as it were. It is definitely why I stopped have 3 ways with couples. When someone is left out in a couple, things get pissy.

So none of the three of us knew each other, nor was there any pre-planning. I had just double-booked and neither one cared there'd be a third person in attendance. Cool.

Candidate #1 - "Kevin": 6'2 185 37yo , short brown hair and scruff all over his face. HOT.


Candidate #2: "Tony": Bi married guy. 41yo masculine, Italian beefy gl guy, discreet. 6’ 190lbs, 34 waist, 42 chest. Sounded better than he presented.


Both were after blowjobs and that was ok. I like to be watched and to have a guy egging me on while sucking another.

Kevin showed first - and immediately I knew I would rather have one-on-one with him. He knew it too - about me, that is. Less than two minutes later, Tony appeared.

Immediately I knew Tony wasn't exactly what he projected. Maybe he was bi-married, but his frilly, almost girly underwear told me that having sex with men wasn't the only thing he was hiding from his wife.

For wanting to get sucked, Tony was down on Kevin's dick in a heartbeat. Oddly enough, I was ok with this. It gave Kevin and myself to explore the rest of each other's bodies. It was nice. Don't get me wrong, I leaned in and whispered, "I am getting that load - not him!". He nodded knowingly.

Tony worked on both of us - and at one point, Kevin stood behind me, nudging his cock against the crack of my ass. I wanted it, but not really in front of Tony. So, not knowing anyone's timeframe, I took matters into my own hand - or mouth, as it were.

I got on my knees and took care of Tony. He cautioned he was close to coming - so I doubled my eofforts and made sure he got off and decided he had to head home to the wife. I wanted alone time with Kevin - and eventually got it, but not after Tony dressed and watched me playing with Kevin.

So, I'm sure I'll jump around all over the place, but Kevin ended up staying about three hours ! It was more than a play session. As sexual as it was, it turned out to be sensual as well. Kissing - which is not usually my biggest thing, being one of them. Yeah, I did most of the sucking - his dick, his pits, hit chest and his toes.

I also ate his ass. And when I say that - I mean: eat, lap at, tongue, tongue fuck, flick - you name it. I told him early on - he'd have to be the one to say 'stop' because his ass was so sweet, I said I could do it for hours.

I had him on his back with his feet up. I had him on his belly with me sreading his cheeks. I had me on my back, him sitting on my face. When all was said and done, I did spend over an hour of our time eating his hole. ....and we both loved it.

I'd never have told him, but I thought I sprained my tongue. It hurt so much by the time I was through - contorting it into new and different ways. And it hurt for two more days. I really gave it a workout.

We'd rest and make out some. And then he touched me. Not to be all girly about myself, but it was not massage exactly. It was the lightest touch from such manly hands. My chest, my arms, my face and legs. The only way I can describe it is cumming without ejaculating. He had me cursing and craving his touch at the same time. I can honestly say - it was like nothing I ever felt before.

Later in the week, I attempted to do it to others with no success. I'm not sure if it was him or me - but whatever the combo, it worked!

Somewhere in all of this, we did do some fucking. Quite a bit, actually - but he says he cannot cum that way. So with time a-wasting neither of us had gotten off, not that I was planning to. Not that he was planning to get me off. He came for a blowjob and he was getting one. And we both knew he had to get home before his boyfriend did.

I went to work. I did a good job. I would say I did it in record time, but as he mentioned earlier - 'you really like to edge guys, don't you?'. I guess I had gotten him close before. But now we were approaching hour three. Time to get to bwass tacks.

Kevin gave me a really really nice load - in volume and taste. But this was a guy who was totally appreciative of my skills - which were only brought to a new level by him. He made me want to be a better - um, what's the word I'm looking for: Fag!

...well, it was more than cocksucking and I ain't his partner - you got a better word?

Monday, November 10, 2008

Fear & Self-Loathing

Ok - not so much fear. None at all really - it was just a play on Hunter S Thompson's book.

Self-loathing? Sure. It's me.

Let me start from the beginning. I was on Manhunt (which has been more successful for me than usual), when this guy contacted me.

Masculine guy's guy, good looks, fit body, easy-going and fun. 5'10, 185, 32w - and big where it counts. Interested in hot butt bottoms.

Then I went to his pictures - (below)

Let me state again: HE contacted ME! How in a just world could that happen? Would you look at that body?? Has this planet gone topsy-turvey mad? I see no other explanation.

He emailed and said he wanted me face down on the bed, butt-up. Fuck, I can do that. I left my door unlocked and slightly ajar. I didn't have to lay in that position forever. I happened to have a room near the elevator, so could hear the ding of when a car arrived. It gave me enough time to get into place.

He (again, no name gotten), pushes the door open and like a good boy, I don't look back. I feel his hand run over my ass - and it feels good. Masculine. But he is testing the goods. I seem to pass the test. He strips down and tells me to get on my knees to blow him - to get him hard. That is a task I can deal with.

But lest you all get, this is gonna get good - I can thrown a fly in that ointment. Maybe a few.

I know I have good oral skills - better than good. But for the life of me, I could not get him up. I barely got a twitch. And that was a shame - as like his ad stated, you could tell he was big where it counts. Nicely thick, big head and a massive downward curve.

That curve might have been the issue.....or an excuse. Not sure which. He said that two days before, some guy was squatting on his cock and lost his balance.

Can you really break a penis? He wasn't bruised - because it would stand to reason that if a blood vessel was broken, I could see where the flow would impede an erection. He said he heard a crack, has been in pain since and can't completely get hard. ...and he even took viagra before heading over. 34 and needing viagra? That doesn't seem right - does it?

However, with some manipulation by hand and my mouth, I did get him what looked like really hard, though he claimed it wasn't. During this oral manipulation, I did get to eat his ass. He said that does nothing for him, but it did for me.

The guy did fuck me for about 15 minutes, but couldn't finish the job - at least that way. It went back to my mouth and hand. I tried to let him off the hook to go, but he wanted to stay. Somewhere in our conversation, he mentioned that I was the first profile on MH that he saw and figured 'what the fuck'.

I can't say either of those reasons were a great endorsement of me. Maybe he didn't mean it that way, but I took it that way, for sure.

I will give it to him - he wasn't going until he got off - one way or the other. But it was by his hand, not mine. Certainly not my mouth or ass. But I hated to waste it and told him I wanted it in my mouth. He agreed.

I will also give it to him on his volume. Take a look:

As much as did get on my face - more got in my mouth. But he wasn't a good aim or wanted to really see it. It took him over two hours (!!!) to get off, but he did.

Later, after the fact, on Twitter, I posted a short Twit (Tweet?):

bikeguy13 hot hot hot and still he could barely seal the deal. maybe it's me.
then I got this reply:

rawtop @bikeguy13 - it's not always about you ;)

Maybe RawTop is right. I appreciated his support, even tongue-in-cheek, but it was hard to not take it personally.

And all of that being said - if his cock was feeling better, I'd probably do it again, because even injured - he was a great fuck. Imagine if he were feeling 100%!!!!! Because he WAS smokin' hot!

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Big Dicked Boi (again)

It took two months, but the big-dicked boy I sucked off a few months ago finally wanted a second go-round.

Actually, he wanted a second go-round a few days after the first time. And then another time on another one of my trips. He either failed to show or email be back depending on which trip we are discussing. I had written him off for sure.

But here he was, on Manhunt, contacting me for some head. I really don't get it. In a town of much better looking cocksuckers, why me? Maybe he has a thing for older men. Maybe I'm not as completely repulsive as I think. Maybe he just likes to do it with out-of-towners or in hotel rooms. Or maybe I just give really really good head!


So at 6p, he was right on time for his blowjob. I didn't want the entire strip-down for a suck job. I wanted his 9" meat just yawning from his fly. We compromised: pants off, shoes off.

I guess I shouldn't worry with him being totally nekkid. The man has a body of death. Sure, I'm not big on smooth guys, but at least his was natural - not some shave or wax ritual that I find so creepy. Let men be men, I say!

I think my biggest concern with being in the buff is it takes too long for them to get dressed and get out of there afterwards. Let's face it - most of the time you don't want them there afterwards, let alone feel the need to converse with them. I already opened my mouth - and it wasn't to talk. Just GO already!

But he came in and I went to my knees. His dick was a gorgeous as I remember it. I think I'm a good cocksucker, but his is long and thick and very difficult to get all the way down. Maybe he's ok with it not being taken all the way. I know some guys are obsessed with that, but I think it is just about hitting the right spots and the right time to make them feel good. I think that I accomplish that admirably.

Like last time, we did get on the bed with him above me, feeding me - to the point he could have easily cut off all my air and stole my iPhone! {g}. But as it turns out he was just there to lose a six day load.

That load and that position worried me much more than him stealing my iPhone. I recalled last time the volume of his semen. Even as experienced as I am, I am thinking he could have drown me - and told him so. I think he liked that. Men love when you tell them of their prowess in any field - especially dick size and cum load ability. aahhh....the male ego.

It's never just a cigar!

He (no idea on a name) was close after about 20 minutes, so we went back to me on my knees, him standing over me - typical eater/feeder positions. And feed me he did. A nice load, but not as big as I was expecting. I guess I could have taken it the on-my-back position.

The guy was out of there in a flash. I thought - maybe I'd see him again, maybe not. We didn't talk about it.

I did see him though - two days later as I walked to dinner. He was eating outdoors with a "friend". He saw me, I saw him. Neither of us acknowledged each other's presence.

....just the way it should be.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Big Black Dick

Where to many new encounters. And I don't want to wrap them into one post. This trip has been one of new guys and a few repeats. We'll go with a new one.

5'11", 180lbs, 42ch, 33w, 8 in uncut, top was his response to my ad. Oh and 39yo black bi married professional.

How was I turning down 8" uncut top? You know I wasn't. That he was married and cheating on the side was just a bonus for me. Probably for him too.

I don't know what he thought he was coming for, but I assumed head. I wish I had gotten a picture of that dick. Beautiful. What his email didn't say was 'thick'. Really stretch your mouth around it thick. Let's face it, I've been doing this for awhile, so I'm good at accommodating and it was tough for me. Don't get me wrong, I"m a trooper, so I can do it.

The one thing I really like about black dicks - especially the really dark ones - is that there is no getting around how far down you go on them. My spit shines on their shaft letting me know I didn't get that last inch....or that I need to. It's a motivator.

He really got into my sucking and wanted to strip down. I don't know how we got to the point, but fucking me came up - and not by me. You know I was going to be for it.

For a married guy 'who never does this and always plays safe', he was pretty comfortable with spitting on his bare cock and getting it right to my hole. For a married guy 'who never does this', he was really good at what he did - fucking a guy. If he fucks his 'wife' like that, she should be one happy lady.

For those of us who do take it up, you know, that way, sometimes there is a fine line between pleasure and pain - sometimes in the same stroke or thrust. This line was blurred continually through the course of our fuck. But when you have that big and thick of a cock, it's kind of bound too - and for the record, I'm guessing he was bigger than 8.

The fuck didn't last as long as I would have liked. With me on my back, him on his knees, when nearing what happened to be the end, he accidentally slipped out of me. But he was right there with his orgasm and we both knew it.

He looked at me, and me back and he just JAMMED it all the way back up and unloaded.

Back to pleasure and pain. The THURST was great and horrible. I couldn't quite enjoy the throbbing of his dick while his cum went into me. Every nerve ending in my butt was on fire from him shoving that big black dick all the way into me. Totally worth it though.

To complicate (?) matters, when he thrust, he lost his balance and fell backwards, putting his dick at an even more odd angle - for both of us.

He stayed in me as long as he could, but for that position, he was pretty uncomfortable.

After he cleaned up and left, he sent me some emails. Telling me he's always safe (he's gotta stop using that word, 'always'), but went on to put some of it on me - but not in the way you'd think - you know, my manipulative, deceptive ways - which I would fully cop to.

No, he did the .... man you had me going!! just something about the chemistry that just made me you've got me doing all kinds of things i don't normally do!! and you have some special magic/voodoo skills ....wouldn't have tried if you hadn't been so damn sexy. i think you had some magic saliva that traveled through my cock and got into my brain and made me do everything i did.

the last email ended with: i want to try it on my back with you lowering yourself onto my cock.

Always, my ass.

He's supposed to come by this morning.........again.

Saturday, November 01, 2008


I was pimped out - again.

But not for my bottom services - which is the norm. Well, as much as is the norm for the 4-5 times I've been "referred" out for my services.

Should I be writing about this? One will say yes. One will say no. Names and locations will be kept confidential. No one here is looking to betray any confidences - and since both parties read this blog, I know they'll be checking to see not only if I write about it, but how I do it.

The referral came from out of town. I have had 'relations' with the referee. He really likes my big jew dick - but oddly enough he has never touched it, he has certainly never sucked it or bent over for it. He's not that kind of guy.

I've been talking for the last week to the referral. He obviously also knows the other guy, so we have that in common. But guy 1 has a hold over guy 2 and the latter does what the former says/asks. I was happy to help out. It just took some schedule juggling to get it all in place.

Today was that day. Places and times were agreed upon. Activities were discussed - things agreed upon, few things ruled out. But in reality, it was only guy 2's job to show up and do what needed to be done. My job was the bidding of guy 1. I guess I'm like guy 2-lite. I can live with that.

Is any of this making sense to you people? It does to me, but it's me.

guy 2 ate my crotch through my jeans. Then though my red jock. I told him to 'soak it'. He did. Eventually I released the beast and he did a more than admirable job of sucking on it. But I know one thing he really wanted to do was lick my ass - and I'm always more than happy for someone to do that. The problem there is - usually when someone eats my ass, it is just a lead-up to fucking it, and I knew that wasn't on the agenda.

But I let guy 2 really go to town on it and he did a good job. He did take some liberties by using some digits to stimulate my ass. Since I was face down/butt up, I couldn't see how many fingers he may have been using. I know - that makes me sound slutty- right? Normally I don't even like fingers up there - most of them are too boney to make me feel good. But guy 2 seemed skilled at doing it - and I let him.

Doing that also gave me a hard-on. You all know I'm not THE top or anything, so I needed all the non-viagra help I could get.

I had guy 2 kneel on the bed and I pulled his boxers down past his ass. He asked if I wanted them all the way off - I didn't. I positioned myself and pushed in. It was a little difficult - I won't lie. The position, where his hole was, the rigidity of my cock. All factors.

But I did get in him and I fucked him for awhile. Since I'm not a top by training, I was having a hard time cumming. It was fine by me, because I could have fucked for quite a bit more, but I could sense he was craving the end - needing the end. Needing the seed.

I did take a risk by pulling out and doing this simultaneous move of kind of jacking off and fucking him at the same time. Not really jacking off, but when I'd pull all the way out, and on the push back in, my cock slid through my fist as well. It was a great stimulator to get me where I needed to be - and where he wanted me to be.

I ended up blasting a nine day load into his guts. I kept my cock in there for a bit, letting it take its own course in sliding out.

I reached down and pulled his boxers back up and over his ass. Job done.

....for both of us. ....for all three of us.

Thursday, October 30, 2008


This just kind of amused me.

Not so much that someone advertised for BIG COCK in a restroom stall at a local grocery store. But that someone took the time to come to the conclusion the guy was a 'FAG'.

Was there anyone in this scenario who didn't know a guy who'd scrawl on a wall, in a public space, to suck dick was a faggot? Including and especially the guy who wrote it?

Tuesday, October 28, 2008


A few weeks ago, the NYT had an article on how you know it is a downward economy - I guess besides the 24 news of shut down business, banks, and markets plummeting.

While the things you think would be down are down - a huge indicator seems to be strip clubs. I guess those Hedge Funders can't part with their $1 bills to slip into Tiffany's g-string. They certainly can't pass a $50 for a lap dance.

But I am seeing the economy hit it here - where we might live: adult bookstores.

Now, in the last two days, I've hit adult video arcades to NO luck at all. Zero.

Granted, my writings here about them were hit or miss. I usually scored, but maybe not happy about it. I settle when I go to places like this. Even for a slut like me.

Yesterday there was no one in there. No one. Nada. Just me. I tried to hang around, but it was depressing. ...and the porn? Just BAD. I even like straight porn (guys are hotter), but awful, it was. Midgets sucking cock? Seriously?

Today was mildly better with attendance. But there was no one I would touch at all. I couldn't. I tried even - and he rejected me!!!!! WTF?

Granted, I know I'm a few years away from being these creeps in the store - but even i don't think I'm there yet.

I don't think I'll be going out of my way for that little venture anytime soon.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Early Morning Butt Fuck

It is a Bootie Call when you get a message at 6:32a saying a guy wants you to fuck him before he goes to work?

I don't know the rules of the Bootie Call. Anyway, I went into work late (for me) and started fucking him by 7:15a. I was in the office an hour later.

This was the guy I've posted about over the last few months. I think this is the third time I've fucked him. I'm thinking the last. It's just not doing it for me. Him or the act. Or maybe the act with him involved.

He's not horrible - just not my type and as you know, I'm much more of a bottom guy.

So why did I do it? Honestly? For you guys. That is the g-d's honest truth!
I needed a blog entry and I'm just really into taking pictures of me having sex. So, that is why I did what I did.

You all know I can go long periods of time without sex and even longer without me getting off.


Here is what I think is a nice shot of my dick.


This one is of me pulling out., not going in.


THIS is one of me going in.

The guy had a remarkably clean ass, but I will say, it stilled smelled dirty. I wasn't quite sure how that could be, but it was enough to turn me off. Don't get me wrong - I finished. As I got closer, I got quieter. I decided not to announce my ejaculation. And I didn't. I wanted to see if he could anticipate it or feel it. I don't know he did or could.

Another word was not spoken. I went in and washed off my dick, dressed and walked out the door. Then did a full day of work.

Anyway, I'm all caught up on my sexual adventures. If I don't get anything before my next trip, I might have to resort to remembering encounters from years past. What's up with that?

Saturday, October 25, 2008


Today I got my 300,000th hit on the blog.

Well, 300k, since I started tracking, that is. The blog isn't quite 3.5 years old, and I've been tracking hits for less than three years - but just slightly less.

So, 100k per year, on average.

Now, I know that isn't exactly true. It's taken a while to establish the following I have, so the majority of these hits have come in the last year. I'm averaging about 17,000 per month now, at least for 2008. It continues to creep up there, but currently I'm hovering at the 20,000 mark.

I can only provide the content of the blog. Well, the written part. I have had plenty of willing partners who have helped me to give you guys something to read. No one wants to hear a blog about a guy just jacking off. At least I don't think so.

I do have to relay a story to you which you may find amusing. ...and it might sound naive. A reader emailed me the other week and told me he loved jacking off and shooting a load over the stories I have posted here. The amusing part is: it never occurred to me that you guys might actually get off over my experiences.

I know - it sounds dumb when I say it out loud. I think I'm too close to the events and I certainly don't stroke off over something I've written. So it never occurred to me that anyone else did. I love the fact that some of you do! Maybe many - I have no idea.

But really, if it weren't for you guys reading - and if I were getting 10 hits per day, I might just close up shop. But I enjoy writing and it is nice to know I have an audience of sorts. Thanks for being there. I'll try to keep up the (good) work.

Rest assured, my internet savvy isn't all it could be, so I have no idea who exactly has made the 300kth hit. This I do know. They are from Los Angeles....and they hit at 15:04:37 today. That's eastern time. ...but that's all I know of the reader.

I'm looking forward to hitting 400,000!!!!

Friday, October 24, 2008

Howdy Pardner

After my encounter with M, I still had one more meeting. I alluded to it in my previous post with my after-departure exchange with M.

Tex, I’ll call him that since he was a TX transplant in DC, was in his late 20s, scruffy hair, scruffy beard, handsome, but someone who looked like he had just rolled out of bed to make an appearance at my hotel room door – I swear it was 5 minutes after him saying he was heading out.

6’, 170, solid build of a guy. He wore very tight fitting jeans that left very little to the imagination – including the fact that there was no visible pantie line on him. Yes, this was a guy going commando. I admire that. I like to do it, but don’t do it enough.

When I undid his jeans a nice 8” super stiff dick popped out. There’d be no getting it to grow in my mouth at all. He was all the way where he needed to be and where I wanted him to be. Don’t get me wrong, I like to feel a guy harden in my mouth – because of my mouth!

I dropped to my knees and took him all the way down. His length and thickness fit my mouth just right. His hand on the back of my neck didn’t hurt anything. I love that shit.

We moved a few places around the room for me to feed on him – or him to fuck my face. We did a little of both.

Mind you – this is one dick I would have gladly bent over for (yeah, I know - don't say it!)

Tex had left his jeans on, just pulled down a bit and his cowboy boots remained on as well. It was a hot look. It was all business.


Eventually, I got on the bed, with Tex standing beside me. I was working on him and unfortunately on myself too. I had been since M had been there. I shouldn’t have been – I know better. Tex and his cock were pretty hot and I got to a point I thought I could keep myself on the edge. But sometimes I ignore or don’t respond to the warning signs that I’ve gone past the point of no return.

With Tex’s cock buried in my mouth, and my hand off my dick, I still spewed my load onto my thigh, my pubes, the hotel bed and running down my leg. If he noticed, he didn’t let on – as you know with those total feeders, it’s all about them – they notice little else.

It was a huge load, but I figured, with one out of me, I had to replenish by ingesting some. So with a little more work, Tex pushed into my mouth, leaning over, bracing his hand on the mattress above my head so he could steady himself for his inevitable orgasm.

Tex had a nice sized load, but nothing outrageous. It didn’t have much taste, but it’s not about that. It’s about the ability to make them cum. Make them feel good enough to want to cum.

He was out of there in a flash, and that’s ok.

Pre my ejaculation, I would have wanted to get at least one more before I left for the airport, but as it turns out, the timing was ok. I showered, gathered my gear, and it was just enough time to grab a train to the airport.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Meanwhile, Later That Same Morning.......

.....after being called an 'asshole'......

One of the men I was conversing with on-line, while simultaneously being dissed, was someone I was hoping to connect with.

His description was: 44, 5'9". Br br/br 155. He didn't mention Jewish, but it's not like I asked either. Semitic men always move to the top of my list, just because we are the chosen people.

He asked if I had poppers, because he wanted to get "poppered-up" and get blown. I think the deal-sealer (for him) was, when communicated that he would not and does not reciprocate - and I readily agreed. Like that was a problem for me. It undoubtedly made him more comfortable and more in charge.

M (that's what I'll call him) came in and kicked off his shoes. I went for his zipper, but he took care of that too - along with his underwear and shirt.

I was immediately on my knees and lightly taking his 7" cock into my mouth. While guys love that you can be a man and take it all the way down, I find it good to treat the dick right, make it feel it, if you will.

You don't have to love the man to love the cock.

M grabbed the poppers and would take some nice big hits from them. He then pushed them under my nose for the same.

The loving of the cock came and went. During the popper rush, let's face it, there was some roughness of the in and out motion. It is the way it goes. But when it died down, I would tantalize him with not just my lips and moist mouth - but I do a nice job with my tongue and all around the shaft, especially the underside.

Whereas this would get a great reaction from 95% of any men I blew, it wasn't resonating with M. But I should qualify that.....

The more time I spent with M, the more I saw how unemotional he was. I'm not saying this as a bad thing - quite the contrary. It was incredibly hot. It's not that he didn't feel - I think he did, but he could intuit well and chose to use that to his advantage.

Maybe he had me figured out by my ad or our emails, but I think from his years of experience, he knew as much about feeding as I knew about eating. He could look at me and would know things about me, or about guys like me, and apply it to our encounter. But on some level, I think he knew me inside and out - and I reveled in it.

M got onto the bed and I got on my knees beside it. I orally pleased him while he would do more poppers and look down on me.

I would look up into his brown eyes and see a man looking at me, and knew what he was thinking without any verbalization. "YOU, are a cocksucker! YOU are MY cocksucker." Don't get me wrong, he eventually said it too - and knew instinctively that I lived for dick and spooge.

In between sucks, and ball licking, he got information about my past. Me being 15 years old when being broken in, much from a man like himself - mid 40s, laser focused in his approach to what he wanted, accurate in his depiction of what I am and what I'm good for.

When he talked, he was to the point. He even brought up the fact that I should be the one thankful for getting to suck dick. The feeder shouldn't have to be. And that I should be the one thanking the feeder as he left and not the other way around. It was perfect mind-meld - though I would never have said that to him per se. Though we were on the same thought level, he knew he was superior to my being.

M seemed to be in no rush, and I wasn't pushing for an end. But here is the thing with intense men: they don't give up anything they don't want to, when they don't want to.

So in an ironic way, without any surprise, M unloaded into my mouth. No noise, no forewarning, not even the lift of an eyebrow. He just looked at me, unblinking as he deposited his seed into the receptacle he had chosen for that morning. It was a nice load - not a great one by size of volume. But his sperm had great taste and consistency. My eyes never left his.

Naturally, I took it all - and thanked him for it.

M got up and started to dress, for what I'm assuming was to get to his job, using the bathroom in my hotel room. I was now laying back on the bed slowly playing with myself while he got ready to go.

He walked back into the room all put together and saw me and continued our talk about what I am, what I am to him, what I should be to him in the future - if anything.

M walked up to the side of the bed and pressed my head against his trousered thigh. With the same gaze he gave me while I performed for/on him, he just looked down on me. I am sure he would have had to blink, but I don't recall him really ever doing so.

It was hard to describe, but it was a warm moment and a cold moment. There were twinges of being cradled and protected - there were moments of being assessed as nothing more than an outlet for his potential enjoyment down the road.

His touch, his look, this intensity made my dick harder - something that did not escape him. He was pleased that he had this effect on me. I was a plaything for him and I responded accordingly. He knew it was his power. And he knew what my weakness is/was. I was ok with that.

We talked more. I can't remember exactly what it was about, but if it was not 100% sexual, it had 100% overtones of sex. Of obediency. Of desire. Of place in the world - both of ours.

How I wanted to cum, but I knew that would be a totally wrong thing to do. It wasn't about me at all. It rarely is.

The surprise for me came as M unzipped and unbuckled his pants just to let out his cock - again. As he talked, he stroked. As he had me answer, he stroked. He even had me and let me suck him a bit more. All the while, my head was nestled next to his thighs - in a seemingly secure spot, though we both knew it wasn't. I don't mean physically. ...but you knew that, right?

M finally says, "move closer....keep looking up." Never did I let my eyes come unglued from his and vice versa. I knew what he was doing, or going to, but again, nothing in his manner would you know it otherwise. His speed did not pick up. His breath did not quicken. His voice told me nothing. His eyes were as constant as they had always been.

The second load was bigger (seemingly) and thicker than the first. It did not go in my mouth, nor was it meant to. He left it in my goatee, so he could see the evidence of his manhood.

Again, he went to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I grabbed my camera and took a few pics. He returned and saw the camera and asked if I had taken pictures. I don't know why - but I lied. I said, no, but hoped he would take some. He readily agreed. I shouldn't have lied, but I wasn't sure what his response would have been. I took more after he left. Here are some:

As he was readying to leave (again), he mentioned to me I might want to email him to let him know I was thinking about him. I don't think it was really a suggestion - but I welcomed the opportunity with permission.

Before I boarded my plane, we had a little email exchange:

BG: Been thinking of you all morning.
M: Very good ...exactly as I knew you would
M: did anyone come by after I left

BG: Yes. I'll send his pics once I get home
M: I may want you to keep me posted on all your activities between now and when
you get back to DC

BG: How about all activities period regardless of timeframe
M: That's a very good idea ... I'd like you to prepare a daily journal of your slut-
related activities and any other activities that might be of interest to me. If
in doubt, include them. it should be written in a clear bulleted format with
details so i understand exactly what you have been doing. Attach pictures as

Since then it has been "suggested" I base my hotel choices on what would be most convenient for him. That I don't mind - as at least he's not in a horrible part of town that is completely wrong for my work. Ironically enough, my next trip does not coincide for his availability - but that is inconsequential. The execution of my behavior change is what I'm assuming he's most interested in. Even if he never sees me again.

...and he knows I'm writing this. He approved me writing this post - which is the first time I have ever ever ever asked permission of anyone. And I have notified him of it upon publishing.