Another Anon Fuck - Guest Blogger

My Guest Blogger has opted to go by the pseudonym, "Lou". He has yet to set up a gmail account, so I can give him access to publish posts directly here - so until then, I will be transferring his submitted stories and putting them up - like this one:

Yesterday evening I was working from home and had gay.com on in the background. I was chatting with a few people but they all seemed to be from out of town, until I got an IM from someone local. He had no profile or photo. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and he told me that he was a top looking to fuck. I used the same tactic as last time and told him to leave the door unlocked and I would walk in and take it. I never asked for his age, stats, pic, etc. It’s the element of surprise that gets me off. The thrill of walking into a stranger’s house without even knowing what they look like somehow turns my crank. He gave me his address (no name or phone number) and I was on my way.

I arrived right on time, parked, and went to his house. The door was unlocked and the doorknob was a bit sticky, as if there was lube on it. I knew I was at the right place. I went in and found the place completely dark. I came into the living room and saw the silhouette of a tall black man in the room. I turned around, facing away from him and undid my shorts. He came up from behind and forcefully pulled my underwear down and bent me over a chair. The next thing I felt was a thick thick thick 8” cock against my ass. I heard him lube it up, then he shoved in. He totally stretched me out as he fucked me hard for the next 5 minutes. He stopped and told me to get on the sofa. I went over, kneeled on the cushion, and bent over. He got behind me and in he went. He was a powerful fuck. He rode me for a good 10 minutes or so, just pounding his huge tool in my ass. While still inside me he turned me so I was completely on the sofa as he joined me. He told me to lie flat, so I did and held on for the ride. He pounded me for a good 15 minutes more while I felt the full weight of him on me. Finally he got up and a few seconds later I felt my back and arms get hit by his huge load.

He got off of me and I got up off the couch. He was standing in front of me. He was a tall, dark skinned black man with a very friendly face. He was smiling, stroking hic cock and looking at me. I took that as a hint that he wanted me to get off as well. I started stroking, thinking about the pounding I just got and quickly shot a thick load into a towel that he had handy. It was funny, as I was getting ready to cum and started making those familiar sounds; he reached behind and turned on the TV to mask my grunts. I got dressed and prepared to leave. As we got to the door he told me to pretend that I was a contractor so his nosey neighbors wouldn’t suspect what we did, even though my shirt had wet spots all over it from his cum. As I opened the door he said, “I’ll let you know when I want you to come back to fix the stove.”

Clever man, huh?

Return to the Warehouse

The other day I went back for round two of 'let's blow the married foreman in his warehouse office'.

I was all to eager to do it. Trust me - he was pretty enthused to have me come by too. And I am under no delusions that I am his only cocksucker - even though he called me 'my cocksucker'.

The set-up was similar. The warehouse staff was gone. I pulled up, buzzed in and walked to his office. Again, there he was, pantsless, and rock hard. All 7.5 or 8 inches of him.

Not a word was spoken and I dropped to my knees - and I was still in my suit and tie. I would have gone to lick his nuts first, but honest to god, I don't feel any. Seriously. I know they're there - or at least something down there produces the seed of life I crave so much.

The guys has a nice look - in that totally perverted way. To his staff, and upstanding guy in his work/golf shirt way. Greying hair, tanned and goes home every night to the wife and kids. But on the flip side, he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd even think twice before fucking the 16 year old babysitter or having a fag suck his dick dry. I can speculate on one of those things and verify the other.

And fuck my face he did. Yes, I started out on my knees and deep throated him. He liked me taking pics - and he liked seeing them. Most guys just don't care that I do it, nor do they usually care to see them - which I find a bit odd, but whatever. He got off on his own cock and that someone was servicing it. That made two of us.


I got it nice and wet, but not sloppily so. I liked his moans and the feel of his hands on the back of my head. But I always do. Even at its slightest, it can be construed as a form of dominance.

And while I wanted the dom side, I wanted a different position. We had talked about me being between him and a wall so he could really put it to me w/out anywhere for me to go, but we came up with a better plan: me on the couch with him standing on said couch feeding me from higher above. The angle of the picture is not really distorted, it is just how we were positioned. It worked well for both of us.

He could deep dick my mouth/throat and well.........well....I could take it.

The guy was hot on the trigger. For my entire stay there, I don't think I was in the office more than 15 minutes. He blew a very sizable load in my mouth. Strong tasting, but not really bitter. And I held it there - mainly for two reasons. With a full sized load in my mouth and at that angle, it was tough to swallow. But I wanted to savor it too.

He must have noticed I had not gulped. He goes, "did you swallow it?". His dick still in my mouth, I shook my head 'no'. He looked a bit disappointed. He withdrew and I took his sperm down into my belly.

"Now I did."

He turned around to get his pants. I got up and walked out. Not a word spoken between us about my leaving or him wanting me to.

I know I'll hear from him again.

BG Getting Blown...........again

As noted earlier, I have had a few blowjobs in the last few months. More than a few – quite a few. Many. Some of you don’t want to hear about them, but right now it is all I got!

One guy who blows me fancies himself on getting married, straight guys off. He doesn’t blow gay guys. If he’s fooling anyone, it is only himself. But fuck – I can play along. On goes the “wedding ring” and poof – I’m a straight married man.

Usually I am getting his mouth of my dick after my Saturday workout routines. I hit the gym for two hours and then his place for some late morning head. The set up and the routine is the same – he leaves the door unlocked, I come in and take off my shoes and walk upstairs to his family room where he has straight porn playing. Bad straight porn too. I plop myself on his sofa and he has a big pillow on the floor where he rightfully takes his place.

Now, we all know I’d rather be the guy on his knees, but sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. And truth be told, I get worked up at work out. Usually getting head is better than jacking off.

This guy knows how to treat my dick, in theory. I love to have my balls lapped at from the start. They are so aware and sensitive at the get-go, it is hotter than hell. For some reason, after the first few minutes, that thrill is gone. I do not get the same kind of sensation anymore. Pity.

Anyway, the ‘theory’ is he knows how to suck dick. I have a longish (8”) and thickish dick – more so at the base. The combination makes it hard for this guy to get it into his throat – which if fine if he doesn’t, actually. I’ve never been the one to have to be deep throated. I like them to take it deep, but it doesn’t have to pass into their esophagus actually.

So the krux is – he doesn’t gag at all (yay) and can take a good hard face fucking, but he wants it deep and he cannot do it without teeth – and not in the good way where a guy uses them to nibble.

But it was Saturday morning and here I was. Workout, shower and over at his place, legs spread waiting for my mouth. Or his, actually, but it is mine between 11:15 and 12:15. He knows it.

As instructed, he starts at my balls which just does truly set me off. Gets me rock hard stiff. I love a tongue on my nuts – he loves what it does to my dick. Too much. He can’t concentrate when he’s got a flag pole waving in front of him. Normally he goes to it too soon, but whatta gonna do?

I lean back and watch him go to town. And I like to talk – mostly how I like to be talked to. I just put on my straight man tone and tell him what to do, what not to do and what he looks like. I also tell him what he is.

That last part always gets a reaction – usually a lift of his eyes from my bush to my face. Part looking at me quizzically and part in confirmation that that is what he is. A cocksucker. I let those words pass my lips to him – letting him know and that he knows I know.

This time he used his hands a lot – and not on my dick. That is a no-no.

He put his hands under my shirt and fount my nipples. You all know what that does to me, but I couldn’t let him know that. It’d blow my cover. But his hands also traveled down my hairy legs and to my feet. And while I am a bit ticklish in my feet – his hands somehow felt great on them.

He also ran his hands up into my goatee. Normally I trim it on Fridays, but didn’t have the chance, so it was quite full. Apparently he liked that. His hands up there and running through my hair was quite sensual. I just kept asking him, “you like that, huh? The feel of a real man?”

I made him stroke my balls just so. Very lightly – even the tippy tops of the finger tips, barely touching at all. And I had him move down below my balls to my taint to “tickle”. I didn’t want him to go further south – that’s not the scene with this guy.

Time and time again, when he did come off my dick, he’d tell me he wanted to worship me. I told him to get to it. But whatever worship is, it was just a continuation of a blowjob to me.

With my hands behind my head (not his), I lifted my hips up and met his mouth over and over and over. A sit down face fuck, if you will.

I was happy to kick back for another 30 minutes of head (it had already been over 30 minutes at this point), but I had shit to do and so did he. I mentally got myself to where I needed to be. Then I dumped a 6 day load in his mouth. A big one. But mine are always big – I’m not bragging, just saying.

The noises I made were great. They filled the room with moans, groans and expletives. All directed at him.

This time I preempted him with his questions on if he was good, or if it was an acceptable blowjob. Maybe some guys need that validation, but as a cocksucker, I don’t. If I got the dick hard and off and I didn’t miss a drop – I did my job and they liked it (at least) enough to ejaculate. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll beg for the load, but I don’t need the after-the-fact reaffirmation.

This guy does. I shut him down from the get-go for two reasons: One, I didn’t want to hear it and feel obligated to say something I might not feel (depending on his question). And two, it was the best he’s done on me so far, so I threw that bone to him – literally and figuratively.

I’m sure I’ll use him again, but I’m really tired of getting without giving. Not that I want to give it to him, I just need to get face fucked and soon!

Anon Fuck - guest blogger

First entry from my guest blogger - who has yet to pick his Nom du Porn

While getting ready for work last week I was playing around on asspig. I was sending out some messages in the faint hope to get laid on my way to the office. Since I was going in late that day (about noon), I figured that the choices would be small. One guy responded at around 10 AM and said that he would be home from work shortly.

20 minutes later he messaged me to say that he was home and ready. I thought I’d cut to the chase. I messaged back telling him that I wanted to do an anonymous scene. I told him to leave the door unlocked; I’ll walk in, strip, bend over and take it: no words, never seeing his face. I was expecting him to start a stream of endless messages that would result in nothing. To my surprise, he replied with his address and phone number. I quickly finished getting dressed and was on my way.

20 minutes later when I arrived, I found the door to his building open. I went to the designated apartment and the door was indeed unlocked. I walked in and found someone sitting on the john in the bathroom directly in front of me. He was an average looking black guy who looked surprised to see me, which in strange since he was expecting me. The doors were unlocked, after all. He was busy talking on his cell phone so he motioned me to go inside. I went into the living room, stripped, and bent over the sofa.

A minute or two later he walked into the room. I heard a bottle of lube open as he applied some to his cock. I took a hit of poppers to prepare myself for what came next. Without a word he came up to me from behind and slid in. He wasn’t completely hard, but he managed to enter me in one rough motion. I guess it was good that he wasn’t rock hard because I would have seen stars while getting used to his cock. It felt great as he swelled up with each stroke until he was rock hard.

He fucked me for a good 15 minutes with what felt like 7 average inches, giving me long, deep strokes. I kept taking hits of poppers to deepen the experience. After a while he pulled out and walked over to the bedroom. He came back a minute later with a blanket and laid it on the floor. He then guided me off the sofa by holding on to my sides and pulling me on to the blanket. Except for when I first walked in, I have not seen his face. Still behind me, he bent me over and continued pounding my ass.

By now he was rock hard and riding me good. He told me to play with his balls, so I reached between my legs and fondled his sack. About 10 minutes later he softly groaned, “You want my load?” I immediately responded with “Yes sir”. A few minutes later I felt his balls tighten, signaling that he was about to cum. He made some guttural groans as he pumped his load deep in my ass.

When he finished he just pulled out, went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard water running, so I gathered that he was cleaning up. Without saying a word, I got up, found my clothes, got dressed and walked out the door. When I got to my car I messaged him one word, “Thanks”. He replied, “Any time”.

Aside from finding him on the john, it was the perfect anonymous fuck.

Trying Something New

I'm going to try an experiment over the next few weeks. I have no idea how it will turn out.

I have asked a fan of this blog to be a guest blogger. He hasn't blogged before and he has yet to adopt a nom du porn.

I know - a fan, right? But he and I had started exchanging emails a year or so ago and I've actually communicated with him more and more. He is funny, smart and claims to be my #1 Fan.

To be fair, he can quote my writing better than I can. He knows my conquests better than I do. When you write those last two lines it could sound stalker-ish, but honestly it's not like that all.

He submitted his first post to me yesterday for my approval and while I have some pointers, I really do not want to edit to the point of them sounding like me. My big pointer was to write what you want to read. He did find how much more difficult it was to write about sex than he imagined.

It's nice to have a 'told ya so' under your belt. : )

On the other hand, he called me this evening really kind of jazzed about doing this and thanked me for my pointers. But he is already drafting two or three other posts.

Hopefully this will help flesh out my blog until I get out of my dry spell. And if I succeed - he will be able to spin off this experiment into his own blog. .....not that I'm kicking him out of the nest before we go for the first round.

So tomorrow, I'll be publishing his first post. I have some of mine to go too - so you'll be seeing more activity here. Finally. ....but he's not like the Oliver coming into the final year of the Brady Bunch. This isn't the last gasp of a dying blog. Honest.

I'm psyched about him doing this. He's got great stories - he's made me hard, he's gotten me off. He's all man (and hung) - we have a lot in common, more than you can imagine. He's more versatile than I am.

I won't divulge who he is or from where he hails - so don't ask.

Enjoy them. Encourage him - if you see fit. Tomorrow.

On My Knees

Hi.

Remember me?

Actually, there is no good reason you should. I've been a lax sex addict and and even worse blogger. My bad. I fully cop to it.

I have to say, I haven't been entirely sexless. I mean, I am breathing male. I'm not a monk. But mostly it has been me getting head, and apparently to some of you, that was not cutting the mustard, so I just kind of gave up writing about it.

I enjoy getting head and dumping my nut, but it's not where my heart is - that is if I had one. You all know I'd rather be on my knees or bent over somewhere. That is where my true talents lie. I can't help it if I have a big dick. And I know guys think me tending to bottom is a waste, but I can't help what they think either.

I gotta be me.

My problem has been lack of opportunity. I hate not traveling because it was soooooooooo easy to get laid. Everyone loves a slut who jets into town and then out. Someone they never have to see again. I liked being that slut too.

But this town, and a new job had limited my opportunities - and I do not like that. I could settle for way below average cock on morbidly obese guys, but that is so not my scene.

Today was different though. I hadn't been on Manhunt forever and I got tired of my email telling me I had messages. They were all for ads, but I just waned to clear them. When I did, someone messaged me. He seemed decent - and a top, so hell - how could I turn it down?

As it turns out I didn't want to. I was gonna make this work for me (and him) no matter what.

A few emails later, I was leaving work and going to his office. His office located in a warehouse - which all the laborers had left for the day. His was the only car there, and as instructed, I buzzed and he let me in remotely.

I made my way upstairs and found him in his office, pants off, cock rock hard.

The guy (no names exchanged), was about 40...maybe 5'10" and 160. He had thinning blonde hair and about 7.5 solid inches. Maybe 8. And they were cut. And it was fairly thick - though he didn't think it was.

I've seen enough dicks to know when it's thick or not. I think I have the credentials to make the determination.

He was sitting on a sofa in his office and as promised, I dropped right to my knees in my suit and took him down. He thickened quite a bit at the base so it was hard to get it all - but like riding a bicycle, I didn't forget how. Soon enough - his pubes were tickling my nose.

Yeah - that's me. I missed taking pics of myself servicing guys too. I'm so cheap! But you knew that.

So Office Guy, if I slowed down my bobbing up and down on his nice fat prick, would just lift his hips off the sofa and start to pump my mouth. His right hand would reach around and grab my head as he fed my mouth, pushing his dick past my lips. I took it all too willingly.

I stayed where I was, on my knees, to take what he had to give me. And he HAD to give it to me. And I had to take it. At any cost. It was my time.

I knew he was getting close. He told me prior he had not come in five days. But besides his hip movements and his tightening nuts, the real tip-off was probably him saying, "are you gonna let it all slide down your fuckin' throat?"

I nodded enthusiastically, but never took my mouth from his shaft.

Shortly thereafter, he moaned loudly and spilled his seed into my mouth. Deep into my mouth, but not so deep that it went directly into my throat. No, I got to taste it - which is half the fun.

He groaned with each volley of cum and I took it gladly. I needed it - that seed of life.

When he was done shooting, I pulled off and said, "I told you I'd take it all". Which I did in one of our early emails when asked if I swallowed.

I squeezed the shaft and said, "oh, I didn't get it all......yet" and then licked his head clean. And then did it twice more.

He asked if I wanted to finish off, but I had no desire to jerk off in his trash can. Even if he offered to suck me, I think I would have declined. It wasn't about me getting off. It was back to the way it should be.

As I was walking out, I said - "you have my email, use it". Let's see if he does.