DC 3-Way

I have not abandoned this blog. Life has been crazy, but still getting in action. I just need time to commit them to paper html.

As it is, I’m probably not going to hit 15,000 visitors this month, probably because a few folks have given up looking for a new post. I will try to rectify that over the next week or so by giving you what you want…..what you need……what you deserve.

So where were we…….ahhh yes, Washington DC.

Another placed ad on craigslist and a number of responses – including this one:

Still looking to get together? Perhaps during lunch time or after work?
I'm 30, 5'10, 150, brown/brown, athletic, masculine....

IF the guy was over 25, I’d have been surprised. His email name suggested he was Egyptian or the likes. His pics affirmed that.

In the meantime, I got an email from a guy I had hooked up with a number of times while in town and that I alluded to in my last post. He is a hot married dude who, if nothing else, gets off on watching me get off other guys. I told him about my potential mid-eastern load – and he wanted in on the deal.

'Married Guy' showed up first. Unfortunately, by the time he decided to come, Egyptian guy was on his way. Or I thought. He said he’d be there in 20 minutes, but it was like 45 before he did. When we thought he wasn’t coming, we invited someone else over.

But the Egyptian guy did show – finally. Married Guy answered the door and right away the ‘kid’ was nervous. He knew the person at the door wasn’t the guy in the ad. He really didn’t like there were two folks in the room, but eventually came in, but hesitated doing anything.

Married Guy finally talked him into letting me suck him so he could watch. His dick was rock hard (both guys were….all three if you include me). The kid lay on the bed and I went to town on his thin 7” dick, while Married Guy stroked at the side of the bed and rubbed the kid’s chest.

All of the sudden there is a knock on the door. Fuck – we both forgot about asking someone else over. The kid jumps up and has his pants on in a flash. Married Guy goes to the door, looks through the peep hole and just shakes his head ‘no’. The kid wants out of there but doesn’t dare expose himself (not literally) to whomever might be in the hallway. …and he is pissed.

The Married Guy does a great job of calming the kid down...again. Gets him to get back on the bed and drop his jeans. For all his nerves and being upset at us, his dick is still rock hard. He can’t be that upset, I think. Or he doesn’t mind the ‘danger’ as much as he tries to exude.
I got back to work. As usual, Married Guy gets carried away and with no notice starts to shoot his load. I have to pull off the kid and swoop down on this guy to take his nut. The guy has a nice fat headed cock and I love being down on it. And his load is good too. I never understand why he doesn’t give a shout-out that he’s ready to pop. What guy wants to leave his nut on the hotel carpet?

After that it is only a matter of time before I go to work on the kid and get his rocks off. Surprisingly the Married Guy sticks around, when I guess he could have easily bolted. You know how guys can be once they shoot their wad.

But he talked the kid through getting off himself and I think that did it as much as my mouth action. The guy unloaded a decent amount but not a great amount. He moaned, but not loudly.

As he was coming off of his post-ejaculation high, and I was still on my knees, there was a quick knock on the door and then someone keyed in. “Maintenance” they said, as the two guys walked in. The way the room was set up, I didn’t see them and I don’t know what, if anything, they saw.

They seemed a little flustered and left in a hurry. Once again, the kid was flummoxed and not happy. But there was no way anyone could have seen that coming.

In a way, retrospectively, it would have been very hot for them to see and maybe even join in waiting their turn.

Married Guy left first with a funny big production number of, ‘we’ll meet in the lobby for dinner in 15 minutes – DON’T be late’. Just in case the guys were outside the room still. Egyptian kid hung out for a few more minutes, in awkward silence until he thought the coast was clear.

The Married Guy and I laughed about it later via phone and email – but I don’t think we’ll be hearing from that kid ever again.

Biggest. Load. Ever.

I think last week in DC I took my biggest load ever. ....and let's face it, that's saying something.

I have been having sex with men since I was 15 and I am well into 4 digits when it comes to the number of loads I have taken, so this isn't just talk when I say it. I have some experience to back it up.

I had placed what is becoming my semi-standard ad on craigslist (note to self: stop paying for Manhunt.....it has never gotten you anything!) and had quite a few responses - including one guys whom I've hooked up with twice, both of which I've written here (likes to watch, is humpy, horny, married and shoots too easily). He admonished me for not telling him I was in town. I didn't know he wanted to.

But when we talked about my responses, he bailed when I set up some time with the following:

WANTED: Erotic bottom....Title says it all. You host and be ready to play. Passion, kissing, sucking and fucking. Looking for a clean, nice, gentle guy. Prefer older, smaller and in good shape is a must. You be HIV Neg and DDF--I am. I am 43. Slim, tight and talented. Weigh 143 and stand 5/9. No games and no email tag please. Looking for today and repeat performances hopefully.

My 'friend' thought the guy was too scrawny and not anything he wanted to see. He did get to see me in action - but that's another post.

And I think he missed out with this guy. "Joe" wasn't nearly as scrawny as he sounded. Compact, for sure - but carried himself with confidence bordering on arrogance. I think we all know I'm down with that when it comes to a sex partner.

I was older, but not smaller. And he made it over exactly when he said he'd be there.

We got right down to it. There wasn't a determination on how he would get off...and to be honest, I don't think either of us cared. It could have gone in either end and both of us would be happy campers. As we romped around, he made allusions to that I would be getting fucked - and that was fine by me.

Joe had a nice 7"er. And the man was aggressive. He FUCKED face. Borderline raping my mouth. Good thing I'm so experience, huh?

I was on my knees to start, but he wanted on the bed. I crawled between his spread legs, but soon I had my head propped up on a pillow or two with him standing on the mattress feeding me like I was a hungry animal..........which in fact I was.

He talked about how he'd like to come back and have someone else here - one guy at either end, swapping places. I've had a few guys say this.....all white guys. Invariably, they all want the second guy to be a big black dick. Nothing wrong with that - I just find it amusing that all these DC guys I end up with start thinking alike.

There was some point when he lost his erection. Not completely, but he was no longer like steel. But I got him back to that point. And he started talking more and more about fucking me. I think that is what actually got him back to the point of being hard.

But we both got too carried away and he had to unload. There would be no time to recompose himself and get himself to the point where I'd take it up the ass.

Joe BURIED himself in my mouth. Too far for me. Not only do I love to taste the seed, his cock was buried in my throat and his pubes covering my nose. There was no way to breathe.

And while I might like a good breath control scene as the next cocksucker - there was no 'control'. He was in his moment and not knowing or caring anything about mine. Which is ok, to an extent.

I got a chance to grasp his legs and move him back just a bit. Enough for me to get some air. But the tears were in my eyes and slowly trailing down the side of my face, as they can when one is grasping for air. Again, this is nothing he noticed.

But his semen just would not end. I could feel rivers going down my throat, and that was not even with me making any swallowing motions. I would do that too, but there was always more. ALWAYS more. It just kept coming.....and cumming.

I immediately got over my fear of choking and just ingesting his seed in amazement - at the volume and the great taste. And the fact that he said he came three days ago. I was also fucking determined to not miss a drop. I have come to far in my "career" to not take on a challenge of swallowing every fucking drop that a man gives me.

The taste of his cum was just amazing too. It had great flavor. Incredible flavor, in fact. I've noticed that about a number of guys who shoot huge amounts of sperm - it is usually very good tasting. I've done not formal studies or tracking of this - but I think I should.

The plan was for Joe to come by the next day and we'd see about getting a third.....or fourth. But he emailed early in the day saying he had to go out of town and when I was back in town, we'd get together, as we had "unfinished business". Of course, I took that to mean: I am gonna get it up at butt!

84-63 = Sweet Relief

I've been lax in my posting. I realize that, and I apologize. It has not been for lack of activity per se, just lack of time to actually write and publish. I will rectify that over this next week. I promise.

I finally lost my 9 week load. Yes, it's true. Mind you this was about 10 days go, due to my lack of posting.

I was at the bookstore/arcade which I referenced here a number of times. Granted, I went with the intention of doing what I normally do: drop to my knees or bend over. And I did, to a point, but nothing to completion and nothing to write home (or here) about.

Until HE walked in.

I've made no secret that though I love the atmosphere of this bookstore (well, almost any bookstore), the patrons are less than average. This guy was not one of those guys.

Tall. Built. Masculine - walking around in his tight 84 Lumber work shirt, with his black hair on his head and on his forearms. His thick thick forearms. A total looking top. And I couldn't have been more off the mark.

After both of us doing some walking around, he ended up taking the booth across from me. Naturally I thought I would be the one waiting for him to expose himself that he was in search of finding some sweet oral relief.

It turns out, he did expose himself and was ok with me coming over to his temporary abode. But I will say I was surprised when it was he who put his back to the wall and slid down to my crotch level.

I'm thinking to myself, 'ok, he's gonna attempt this' figuring there is no way a guy like this knows anything from cocksucking that isn't from teh feeders end. Wrong again.

The stud was a master cocksucker. I had to stop myself a number of times from cumming. Some from pure will power, some from pushing him off my cock. I didn't want it to end so quickly, but in my mind, I also was hoping that I'd get an opportunity to go down on him.

I never really got that chance. He was admittedly a 100% feeder (who claimed to be married).

I was still looking to get others off, but deep down I knew 63 days without ejaculating was taking a toll on my nuts and I could think of no one better than to give it to than Mr. 84 Lumber.

Before committing to doing this, I did ask him if he swallowed. He nodded in the affirmative. I think told him how long it had been since I came - though I lied about that. I figured 9 weeks would scare him. I scaled it back to 3 weeks, but told him I shot big. He assured me he could take it.

And he did. Like a champ. My head grabbed his head and I gave up what I had been holding on to for almost three months. He swallowed every drop and even kept my dick in his mouth for a good two minutes afterwards.

There was no chit-chat once we were through. He didn't quite seem embarrassed by what he had done, but very reserved to be sure. He also didn't seem to be the type to do what he did.

Clearly - what do I know?