Guys With iPhones

I have had a number of my loyal readers (and you know who you are) give me the head's up that one of my blog pictures has ended up on the new-ish website Guys with iPhones.

This is not me. Unfortunately.


Right now I'm on page 3, but I think as they add pics I'll get bumped to page 4, then 5 then 6. Etcetera.

You might remember the picture from my original blog post last January.

Since my face isn't in the pic, I love that my readers remembered it, and were good to notify me about its appearance.

Yeah, I'm sure the site is getting loads of traffic now (pun fully intended), so it would have been great to get the link back to the blog to drive traffic. BUT I don't know how they got the pic and the moderators there might not even know where it originated from.

I'm not too bent out of shape about it all.

That all being said - it is a pretty hot fucking site. The majority of guys are mostly nude. Some are not. I'm not. I'm just performing "an act". (well, I was acting like a top.)

Who knows - maybe I'll end up on it in another way. No promises. But never say never.

Hotel Two Way

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Craigslist Fuck - Columbus, OH

This is my last of the series of when I was in Columbus last week.

Besides perusing Grindr and ManHunt (dud again, MH!), I placed an craiglist ad (and didn't murder anyone, thank you!). I had a few responses, but most were tossed to the side either by me or them. But one stood out.

6', 175, brown, hazel, mod hairy, 6" cut, 37 yo.

The pic he sent was nice too - though I can't post it here. It has full face. Safe to say the chest looked nice and was a bit more than mod hairy. And he typed a good game on how nasty he could be. Bonus.

The guy showed up (never did get a name - I don't think) and was mildly dressed up. Turns out he just came from some calling hours. And you know while others were talking about the dead body he was thinking of getting laid.

I took off his shirt slowly and we kissed a bit - but he was not a great kisser, so I kind of put a halt to that without him really knowing I had issued a cease and desist order.

As I was feeling his upper body though, I was struck by what soft skin he had. I mean - it was weird soft. The best way to describe it was like it was air. You'd feel it, but not - all at the same time. He was like a woman (or what I would assume one to feel like) but looked like a man. ...and yes, trust me that thought did go through my mind. You know: the thing you were all just thinking??? But I dismissed that fairly soon.

The guy wanted to eat my ass. He knew I was going to be fucked by others,yet still wanted to do it. I even told him I had two loads up there. He was to be undeterred. Who am I to stop him? He peeled off his pants and went down to my hole - as I was laying on the bed on my back.

It is then I kind of wished I had been on my stomach for this.

The way he leaned over and/or bend gave some rationale to why his skin might be the way it is. When standing he carried himself just fine. When leaning over, there were.......pockets (?) or folds (?) of skin. He was probably someone who shed 150-200 pounds, which is great, yet had the excess skin still in place. Which was most definitely not great.

Overall, the guys was still hot and had the right intentions (which were the wrong ones by societal norms), but I could not help it - my focus was on the flab. That's my flaw, not his.

Now, I'm not a complete asshole. We did what we set out to do in the first place. Him eating my ass. Him sucking my cock. Him fucking my ass. All were done admirably too, I might add. Granted, he had 6", which if a fine sized dick, but I had kind of already been opened up that night - twice. I can't say I felt a lot.

The entire session did not last long, for which I was grateful. But he seemingly loved it. I even got an email from his blackberry on his drive home telling me so. I know he lives in a remote area and his opportunities must be limited - and I would assume his transition look might limit that too, or not. I have no way of knowing.

I know. I know. Not the sexiest or dirties post I've written. But you know me - I tell it like it is, good or bad. This one was neither. Just mediocre.

Grindr Fuck - Columbus

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Repeat Fuck - Columbus, OH

I was in Columbus for a day full of meetings this last Friday - which were starting early, so I went down the evening before. Naturally, I used a number of methods to get laid, or attempt to get laid.

Normally, after I get fucked (or fall to my knees), I do not keep contact information of these tricks. Some of them I do, of course. The good ones. And to the good folks when I return often to their cities (a la DC). But there is one in Columbus I kept - and notified him a week in advance of my return. He seemed interested.

I find it somewhat amusing that on Twitter, LeatherSkinBiker, tweeted/twatted, whatever, that he was reading my blog and hyperlinked this post. Ironically enough, it was my original post about the guy I was hoping and planning to get fucked by again. How'd he know?

"Scott" emailed me and told me he had a short window of time to come over - and to make sure I was ready and cleaned out in the next 10-15 minutes. And he was right on time. And I was prepped.

He walked in, took off his glasses, pants and shirt and had me get to my knees. I forgot from the first time how small he started off, but with my mouth on him, I could feel him grow.....and grow and grow.

I took out my camera (without asking - which I rarely do) and snapped one pic. He goes, 'that's all'. And it was done.


Like Clark Kent with glasses on, Scott I'm sure comes across as mild-mannered, but when the doors are closed, he is a steel minded in his resolve. He is calm, cool, collected and unshakable. Which are really all the same thing.

Since there was limited time, he goes, "get your ass on the side of the bed". I did as told.

There was to be no purchased lube to be used. If it didn't come from my mouth or his, it would not be applied to his shaft. I'm ok with that. It really takes fucking to it's second most primitive level. I guess dry would be THE most primitive, but it's really not my style.

Let's face it, 2009 has been kind of bust for me in the receiving end of taking dick - and Scott's dick was the biggest of the few I had taken. I was (or felt) a little out of practice. He pushed in the head and I asked him to hold on to let me get used to it.

"You're kind of being bossy" he flatly said - and then proceeded to push in and bottom out in me.

Man, I liked that response - both verbal and non.

And then the fucking began. He wasn't rough or fast. Determined would be the word. Methodical. His eye boring holes into me as he pumped at his own pace.

He referenced most of the things I had put in my previous post. How he liked fucking me in front of that mirror. How he came over for a blowjob and got a piece of ass from some slut in a hotel room. And then how he told his friends about about doing it to me.

That got me as rock hard as him currently sliding his dick in and out of me. I love a guy with confidence and a dirty mouth. He had both.

While he was on a tight timeline, his pace never quickened or got erratic, as many guys will do as they either fight to get off - or to hold off. He asked, "what do you want me to do". I thought I was leaving it open for him when I said, "whatever you want, I don't care". Being the smart man that he is, he calmly said, "you don't care? So then if I just pulled out of you and walked away - you wouldn't care?".

He had me. He made me ask for it.....if not beg for it. I'm sure I asked, but the desperation in my voice may have sounded different to him. I asked for his dick. I asked for his load. I asked for him to put it up me.

No grunts. No groans. No vocals - or vocal warnings at all. He just shut his eyes and put his head back a little and the cum shot into me.

I was reveling in it. Loving that it was being done - and that he was doing it. He knew what he was doing and probably read me like a book. He might be this way with everyone as far as I know.

As he readied himself to leave - he asked if anyone else was coming over. I told him I had two others scheduled - and the times they were to arrive. He said he might be back for the 9pm one (he never showed), but that I was to keep that load up there. I already knew I would - and he probably did too, but just hearing him say it was enough.

Without a 'thanks' he was gone. Until next time.

Married Guy Fuck Up

Maybe it is due to my lack of travel, but lately I have been taking more ‘risks’ – if you will.

Yes, I get all your nods and shakes of the head when I talk about my behavior – and the things I do and the guys I do. But usually there is a sacred place for me and that is my house. I rarely rarely rarely have “entertained” there.

I’m probably paranoid, but you never know what freak will come over and then when it’s over (and let’s face it – with me, when I’m done, I’m DONE!) I don’t need some freak to track me down and do whatever. Yes, I get the irony that I am that guy who travels to other guy’s houses to do the deed – but I’m not a freak. And again, when I’m done, I’m usually done. I move on to another guy. Any other guy.

But in my Grindr story I did tell my friend on the phone I was about to hit my knees. He kind of all made me snap to reality when he said later upon follow-up “I didn’t think you ordered in”. Bingo. He is/was right.

Earlier in the week I had placed one of my first hometown craigslist ads wanting to drop to my knees after work – on my way home and made it clear I could not host. But I let my hormones get the better of me.

The guy was in his 40s (a plus). Shaved head and goatee (a plus). Married (way plus). And tended to be dominant (jackpot). He also wanted right now – which annoyed me that he couldn’t read or ignored it.

Against my better judgment, yet still with that raging libido, we made arrangements to meet at my house at lunch.

“Dennis” was ok looking facially though he carried a bit more in his mid-section than he led on while exchanging stats. His take on 6” was a little overstated too. He didn’t mention how thing the dick was either. But I can work with this if the guy has the right attitude.

Dennis was ok in this department, but just ok. He talked a good game, but it was tempered by too much niceties. When I’m with a dom married guy – I want to feel used. Not slightly used and then coddled. Pick a role and run with it!

He did bend me over my sofa to eat my ass. He was ok at it. Clearly he had done it before but I’ve had much much better. But he was doing it. That says a lot for a married guy, I think. Credit where credit is due.

This is where he wins some points. He stood up with me still bent over, his hand on my back. At first I thought he just wanted to cuddle, because that’s what he was doing, but he had other ideas. He wanted in. And frankly, taking him this way was the best case scenario. I would have sucked him off, but his wasn’t a dick that you’d really knew was in your mouth. Or up your ass as it turns out.

He rubbed against me and my hole and had it pop in. Yeah, I get around, but it is not like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. I still have plenty of traction down there….even for him. But for some reason, I felt the need to make him feel better about it and himself. I did the appropriate noises and verbal queues and it worked because he was into it and his prowess. Or alleged prowess.

Dennis was ok and his wife probably is fine with how he operates in bed, but I don’t think he had a lot of experience with men. And even if he did – not ones of my experience. He would have been great as my first time out, but we’re not even in the top 2700 at this point (if you count both points of entry).

True to expectations, that was all over in a matter of minutes. I was fine with it, as I was still feeling uncomfortable about being away from the office and at my house with a virtual stranger.

We chatted as we redressed ourselves. He wanted me to get off, I wanted to get out of there – and to be honest, if I was going through the motions to get fucked, it would have taken a lot more for me to get my rocks off. I just said I had to rush.

He was great about bringing up the issue of not bothering me again or worrying about my house etc. And damn if I didn’t get lulled into a false sense of complacency. It’s been less than a week and I get 1-2 phone calls per day, with the same amount of text messages and emails.

I’ve been nice – so far. But I’m now starting to ignore them and we’ll see how that goes over. I’m guessing not well. However, I do have an ace up my sleeve. The guy answered my ad with an email address from his work – with real name and company. A quick internet search showed me where he lived.

If he ends up fucking with me, I will fuck with him. That seems fair – right? Granted, I made my own bed (so to speak), but no reason I have to lie in it because he forces me to. I’m all about forced sex, but not by this guy…..and not this way.

More Group Suck Off

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Grindr

If you have an iPhone, there is an application on there that allows you to hook-up. Or attempt to. Finally - the iPhone will pay for itself - for some of us.

Grindr is the name. It's free too - so that's a plus. It isn't too well known out there, someone from Twitter told me about it, so I'm just spreading the good word.

The way it works is, you sign up (and in), iPhone uses the GPS function to locate your area without revealing it in detail to other users. It then searches for other users - listing them from closest location to farthest. Then let the song and no pants dance begin.

Yesterday it paid off. 26 year old guy. I'm sure gay, but as straight acting and talking as they come. 140 lbs and maybe 5'8". He was all guy - which was great. From his voice to his body smell. He'd clearly been working all day, something that was confirmed when I smelled and tasted his genitals.

Right before he showed up, I got a call from a friend. I told him I had to go, because I was about to get on my knees. He wanted to know more details, but their was a knock on the door. I had to go.

This dick thickened up nicer than I thought it would. It started out thin, though long. When he became erect, it didn't lengthen. It hardened for sure. But it was his attitude that was key. The word 'faggot' and 'cocksucker' just flowed from him with ease.

He told me how he used to use a guy in high school to service him and that I was the new guy to service him. "Brian" just piston fucked my mouth. Hands tight on my head he just skull fucked me. It was great.

He loved it. I loved it. He just didn't call me what I am, but treated me like one - like a pro. He told me how to work his cock and what I was going to get out of it.

Brian promised me a big load and he delivered. I didn't count the squirts, but I got more than a mouthful. Some of his jizz slid down my throat, but I like to hold as much as I can in my mouth to savor it.

"Make sure you get every fucking drop. Don't leave any. Milk it all out", he said. I didn't need the coaching, but fuck if I didn't like hearing it. Or live to hear it.

He zipped up and left. Not a word of thanks passed his lips. His semen passed mine. It was just expected to.

Thanks Grindr.

Some Housekeeping

Every now and again, I do a little cleaning up of this site. Today is that day.

March showed me having my second best month in traffic, which I never thought would happen, since it was one of my slowest months in actual posts.

I've also started playing around with Google Analytics, which has been fun. It's given me to insight as to where guys are coming from - webwise, not philosophically - though I'm thinking they are probably more closely related than you'd care to believe.


Most of you guys find me on your own or have me bookmarked it would seem (and yes, I'm assuming you are "guys"). But a decent chunk is based on places I am linked at - so you visit those sites and click on their blogroll of which I am included.

Many of those links are reciprocal on my site as well. There are a few I did not have (I do now) and a few I'm surprised I'm getting so much traffic from. A few blogs out there are just that - out there. They haven't been updated in a year or more and yet still folks go there and then on to me. Hey, I'll take traffic anyway I can get it.

So there are also a few defunct links on my site, so I have removed those - but welcome RL, Matt & Dan, Adam and Boned & Stoned.

Mouth on Dick

Yeah yeah - you don't have to tell me it has been forever since I've posted. My job and lack of travel for this job has really put a fucking hamper in my sex life. And of course, by sex life, I mean me taking it down the throat or up the ass.

Getting my dick down a throat is no trouble whatsoever. I know it doesn't make for the best stories, but right now, it is all I have got unless I delve into the archives. Maybe I will, but for right now, I can at least get to some feeder stories - me being the feeder.

I was back at this one cocksuckers house, admittedly to hopefully see one of the guys who had his hands all over me from the last time I was there. We had one of those non-verbal connections, even though he was a feeder and he saw me feeding. I think (hope?) deep down he knew I'd be on my knees for him.

It was unfortunate that as I arrived, he was about to get into his car. Fuck. But being the boy scout that I am, I had already taken the opportunity to write out my email and cellphone on a card to slip to him if he were inside. I think I would breach protocol for stealing a feeder away from a hosting cocksucker, but I also know that if I got my lips around his shaft, I could and would take him away.

Before he got in his car we chatted for a few minutes. I handed him the card - and he said he would call. I'm not 100% sure of this. He hasn't yet. He had to motor and I went inside.

There was only one other feeder inside. His name was Leon and I briefly encountered him a few weeks back. But there he sat with his THICK 8" dark dark dark dick bobbing in front of him, just a few inches from the mouth of our host. I was instructed to sit next to Leon (by Leon) and I did.

Leon instructed the cocksucker to get me wet. I could not help but reach over and grip Leon's dick. Rock solid. So thick, so rigid. I loved it. If he liked my grip, it was hard to tell. He was a man of almost zero emotion. He gave nothing away. I like that.

We took turns feeding the guy on his knees, we talked in low voices about his skills - how they were, how they could be improved upon. Making sure to be low about it, but not low enough he couldn't hear it.

Leon mentioned how he liked putting his dick into hole. With that said, he turned and looked at me - knowingly. He knew I wasn't a feeder. I think he knew I wasn't even married. He winked.

Eventually we ended up standing, me feeding Glenn from above - Leon right next to me. I again put my hand on and around his dark stiff pole. He in turn put his hand on the small of my back.......and as I fed Glenn, Leon's hand traveled lower and lower. As I know you'd all guess, it ended up on my ass. I was ok with that.

As I pumped away and in between Leon telling Glenn to get all the way down on it, Leon would lean into me and with a finger hovering near my hole whispered so no one but myself would hear, "I am going to fuck that!".

I looked over and just gave the affirmative nod.

We both knew it wouldn't be today or in front of Glenn - there is that protocol. But to be fair, I don't think Glenn gets fucked. Yeah, I'm taking his feeder's dick and load, but not his line of service. I'm providing he can't or won't.

With hand still at my hole - touching - I pumped out a huge load for Glenn to choke on. I wasn't doing it for Glenn, I was doing it to show Leon what a fucking slut I could be for the right stimulation. He understood.

We didn't have a chance to exchange information there, but he's a regular at Glenn's house. And I, it seem, am becoming one.