I know I have some blog roll pruning to do. Many guys I linked to have gone dormant or completely off-line. I hate that you guys keep clicking on stuff that has no activity - or no actual URL. So I'll be doing that over the next few weeks.
I'll also be adding, I'm sure.
Take for instance this new blog: Adventures of a Big Dick Vers Guy.
He is a frequent and long time reader of my blog and I'm happy to say that he took my hint that he should start his own blog, just based on our conversations. He always turns me on - and hopefully he will do it for you too.
He just started, so give him some time to find his style and such. But he's off to a great start.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
2 of 3
After I was done with the below average guy, I had a bit of time before I needed to get back to my actual job. I headed to a park.
This park is mostly open space and guys cruise around in their cars and take their business elsewhere. At least that has always been my experience.
But at early afternoon on a cold and now rainy day, anyone at this park was there for pretty much one reason: hook-ups.
Of course, in the middle of the day, you get the elderly (and I do mean OLD) or the unemployed (I mean, a little down on their luck and don't feel the need to shower each and every day). Clearly, you had others too: me. Employed, unshowered and not elderly - or at least not AARP level, or in many cases, should have their license revoked due to age.
The almost infirmed and the icky would pull up next to me and I'd just shake my head in a 'no.....it's not gonna happen' way, or just never look up until they got the hint. The advent of the smartphone as a distraction in places like that has been a blessing.
But soon a nice looking car with a nice looking gentleman pulled up a few spaces away from me. A few too many spaces away for any kind of verbal communication, if one desired. The pouring rain did not help matters. Nor did the somewhat steady stream of cars that kept passing by, as they do when two somewhat normal looking men start to take interest in each other. It becomes a potential public show and the flies are all over that shit.
The guy, who was there for a bit, was probably shorter, dark hair with specks of grey, not only in his full head of hair, but his full, but neatly trimmed beard. I don't show anything out in public there, because you just don't know and he wasn't making the first move. Eventually, he moved on with the cars that seemingly would never end passing us by. I stayed for a bit and then moved down to a lower level within the park.
I parked way over near nobody...and then checked email. When I looked up, a few cars away, but standing outside, was Mr. Goodlooking. And yes, he confirmed his lack of height. He looked my way and then headed down a steep embankment towards the lake. I gave him a few minutes and made my way down and followed.
As often as I've been in this park, I've never ventured down this terrain, let alone in the rain...and the mud. It was safe to say, not many people would be bothering us with these elements in place.
He was well down a path I had never seen but at least he was in sight - and he knew I was following. Excellent.
Still I was hesitant. I don't normally play in the parks, because of, you know, getting busted. That's definitely a downer.
He stopped in an area and I went a few feet further and stood. I wasn't one for making the first move. Again, being busted is not high on my list. He played with himself. I did a little pocket pool myself. He came closer, I stayed still. He reached for my crotch, I let him.
Eventually he unzipped me, played with me through my briefs and eventually fished out my 8" dick. I wasn't happy where we were standing so moved down the path a bit, a little more secluded but more importantly, had more tree cover to lessen how wet we were getting from the rain.
The man certainly was part Latino, and had a wickedly hot smile. Teeth to die for. Made him even more handsome than just his full beard.
The guy went down on me and had a really nice mouth, but I wasn't really there to get sucked. While down there, he pulled out his dick. Respectable length, like 6.5" with what was seemingly a thin shaft. It was hard to gauge since the head was disproportionately large. It made anything that went below it seem thin.
He stood up and I crouched down and took him into my mouth. He loved it. I knew I was doing a good job and made me validate my abilities after that last encounter.
We traded off a few more times, clearly it was myself who spent more time down there than he was. It is not that I think he wasn't into it, but he probably picked up on the idea that I was INTO it. Really into it.
During one of the times we were standing and admiring each other (well, at least I was admiring him), I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I really want to feel that head of yours expand in my mouth".
Now, I don't think I was keeping any secrets of what I really wanted, but I like the mystery and for him to interpret the way he wants. True, it could backfire, but I felt confident that he got the message and agreed with it.
At one point he was close, really close, and someone came down the path. While I don't mind being watched, I didn't know this guy's take on it and it's always nice to be watched by someone hot. The guy on the path was not. But you know my theory - if you're gonna play in public, you can't expect it to be private.
The guy didn't stick around and kept walking. Latino guy let me go back down on him and down I went. My nose, right into his bush.
It didn't take me long to get him back to the point he had been at a few minutes before. If nothing else, it edged him a little, maybe plying a bigger load my way. I felt a hand on my head and I knew it was coming. I was waiting for it - anticipating.
Unlike the first guy, this latino man fired 5-6 healthy shots that went right to my tonsils. You could feel the seed hitting the back of my throat before the rest flooded my mouth. He was everything the first guy was not.
Not a sound was made by the man standing over me, yet he just kept unloading his balls into my mouth. I swallowed happily. He seemed happy that I was.
He watched me gulp it all, then squeeze and lick what little came out afterwards.
I stood and I think he would have loved for me to pump my load all over the mud and leaves that lay below us. But I wasn't really willing to do that.
He reached up and pinched my right nipple and you know how those things are just on switches for me. Had he done that earlier, I would have bent over for him, instead of go to my knees. I told him as much. He grinned.
Then he reached behind to feel my ass through my 501s. I did him one better.....I dropped them so he could really feel. He made that face of like "ohhhh yeah......I'd so like to hit that". You know the pursed lips and the inhale with the lusty eyes look? He had that.
He took his big hand and rubbed my hairy ass and then gave it a little smack...very lightly. I looked at him and nodded. He hit harder. Then a little harder.
None of it was that hard, but I think that was he didn't want to make too much noise out there where sound traveled. He stood behind me and rubbed his now jean-covered crotch against my crack, and for a moment, I was hoping he'd unzip and be back at attention.
However, two guys just then were seen in the distance. Latino guy pulled away and I pulled up my pants. It was time for us both to go - and my guy took off first, with me following a minute or so behind.
Neither of the two approaching guys were good enough to stick around for, so I headed back to my car - and to #3.
This park is mostly open space and guys cruise around in their cars and take their business elsewhere. At least that has always been my experience.
But at early afternoon on a cold and now rainy day, anyone at this park was there for pretty much one reason: hook-ups.
Of course, in the middle of the day, you get the elderly (and I do mean OLD) or the unemployed (I mean, a little down on their luck and don't feel the need to shower each and every day). Clearly, you had others too: me. Employed, unshowered and not elderly - or at least not AARP level, or in many cases, should have their license revoked due to age.
The almost infirmed and the icky would pull up next to me and I'd just shake my head in a 'no.....it's not gonna happen' way, or just never look up until they got the hint. The advent of the smartphone as a distraction in places like that has been a blessing.
But soon a nice looking car with a nice looking gentleman pulled up a few spaces away from me. A few too many spaces away for any kind of verbal communication, if one desired. The pouring rain did not help matters. Nor did the somewhat steady stream of cars that kept passing by, as they do when two somewhat normal looking men start to take interest in each other. It becomes a potential public show and the flies are all over that shit.
The guy, who was there for a bit, was probably shorter, dark hair with specks of grey, not only in his full head of hair, but his full, but neatly trimmed beard. I don't show anything out in public there, because you just don't know and he wasn't making the first move. Eventually, he moved on with the cars that seemingly would never end passing us by. I stayed for a bit and then moved down to a lower level within the park.
I parked way over near nobody...and then checked email. When I looked up, a few cars away, but standing outside, was Mr. Goodlooking. And yes, he confirmed his lack of height. He looked my way and then headed down a steep embankment towards the lake. I gave him a few minutes and made my way down and followed.
As often as I've been in this park, I've never ventured down this terrain, let alone in the rain...and the mud. It was safe to say, not many people would be bothering us with these elements in place.
He was well down a path I had never seen but at least he was in sight - and he knew I was following. Excellent.
Still I was hesitant. I don't normally play in the parks, because of, you know, getting busted. That's definitely a downer.
He stopped in an area and I went a few feet further and stood. I wasn't one for making the first move. Again, being busted is not high on my list. He played with himself. I did a little pocket pool myself. He came closer, I stayed still. He reached for my crotch, I let him.
Eventually he unzipped me, played with me through my briefs and eventually fished out my 8" dick. I wasn't happy where we were standing so moved down the path a bit, a little more secluded but more importantly, had more tree cover to lessen how wet we were getting from the rain.
The man certainly was part Latino, and had a wickedly hot smile. Teeth to die for. Made him even more handsome than just his full beard.
The guy went down on me and had a really nice mouth, but I wasn't really there to get sucked. While down there, he pulled out his dick. Respectable length, like 6.5" with what was seemingly a thin shaft. It was hard to gauge since the head was disproportionately large. It made anything that went below it seem thin.
He stood up and I crouched down and took him into my mouth. He loved it. I knew I was doing a good job and made me validate my abilities after that last encounter.
We traded off a few more times, clearly it was myself who spent more time down there than he was. It is not that I think he wasn't into it, but he probably picked up on the idea that I was INTO it. Really into it.
During one of the times we were standing and admiring each other (well, at least I was admiring him), I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I really want to feel that head of yours expand in my mouth".
Now, I don't think I was keeping any secrets of what I really wanted, but I like the mystery and for him to interpret the way he wants. True, it could backfire, but I felt confident that he got the message and agreed with it.
At one point he was close, really close, and someone came down the path. While I don't mind being watched, I didn't know this guy's take on it and it's always nice to be watched by someone hot. The guy on the path was not. But you know my theory - if you're gonna play in public, you can't expect it to be private.
The guy didn't stick around and kept walking. Latino guy let me go back down on him and down I went. My nose, right into his bush.
It didn't take me long to get him back to the point he had been at a few minutes before. If nothing else, it edged him a little, maybe plying a bigger load my way. I felt a hand on my head and I knew it was coming. I was waiting for it - anticipating.
Unlike the first guy, this latino man fired 5-6 healthy shots that went right to my tonsils. You could feel the seed hitting the back of my throat before the rest flooded my mouth. He was everything the first guy was not.
Not a sound was made by the man standing over me, yet he just kept unloading his balls into my mouth. I swallowed happily. He seemed happy that I was.
He watched me gulp it all, then squeeze and lick what little came out afterwards.
I stood and I think he would have loved for me to pump my load all over the mud and leaves that lay below us. But I wasn't really willing to do that.
He reached up and pinched my right nipple and you know how those things are just on switches for me. Had he done that earlier, I would have bent over for him, instead of go to my knees. I told him as much. He grinned.
Then he reached behind to feel my ass through my 501s. I did him one better.....I dropped them so he could really feel. He made that face of like "ohhhh yeah......I'd so like to hit that". You know the pursed lips and the inhale with the lusty eyes look? He had that.
He took his big hand and rubbed my hairy ass and then gave it a little smack...very lightly. I looked at him and nodded. He hit harder. Then a little harder.
None of it was that hard, but I think that was he didn't want to make too much noise out there where sound traveled. He stood behind me and rubbed his now jean-covered crotch against my crack, and for a moment, I was hoping he'd unzip and be back at attention.
However, two guys just then were seen in the distance. Latino guy pulled away and I pulled up my pants. It was time for us both to go - and my guy took off first, with me following a minute or so behind.
Neither of the two approaching guys were good enough to stick around for, so I headed back to my car - and to #3.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
1 of 3
Since I've been on such a dry spell (at least for me), I will break up the three encounters I had in one day into three separate posts. Not only will it get me back into writing this blog, but to string along readers to keep coming back.
What? Was I not supposed to say that aloud?
So I was working from home the other day and my mind was on anything but work. It was a cool and rainy morning and I was way too distracted by on-line possibilities that loomed out there with potential for real world meet-ups.
There was more potential than there was actual - but that is the way these things go, as we are all aware of by now.
Craigslist was giving me nothing. gay.com was giving me zilch. Finally Manhunt provided some potential.
The guy had 8.5", but it was massively thick. He claimed to also have a 10 day load. Promising, indeed. He had some available time in early afternoon, which worked for me with breaks from conference calls and he was only about 20 minutes from me, if Google maps were to be believed.
I brought poppers and that's about it.
I can't say I was elated when he opened the door. Older. A little scraggley in the beard and hair area. I was looking more at the 8.5" dick thing than the face, though I do like a good face.
I also like a 10 day load, or the thought of it.
The entire scene was anticlimactic - literally.
While it's a great thing to have a big dick, it's another thing if you don't have enough blood in your body to get it up. I'm sure anyone could blame the cocksucker and his inabilities to do a good enough job to excite, but I've done this, oh say, 3000 other times and have a pretty good track record.
Yeah, I went and licked his ball. Sucked them even. He jacked. ...and jacked. ...and jacked some more. Clearly, I was not into it, but it was uncertain whether he was.
At some point he goes, "are you ready for it?" I was....as I just wanted to be gone. I put my mouth on it and he "shoots". Yes, that is in hypothetical quotation marks.
If he said that was his 10th load of the day and not his first load in 10 days, I'd almost get it. But that wasn't the case. There was seemingly nothing there. At all.
No fluid. No volume. No taste.
When it was apparently all gone, I jumped up and was in the process of putting my shoes. He seemed like getting off was a huge release for him. Then he dropped a mini-bomb:
He tells me he remembered me from another time I blew him. I'm normally really good at remembering guys I have been with - yes, even with the volume I've been with. And then it came back to me. I even blogged about it here.
Internally, I shuddered with the thought that I now had done this twice, but it all kind of made sense now.
Later (after the other two) and I went home, I looked at his screen name again. It was different. I don't totally remember the other one, but this one wasn't one I recognized. He probably had to change identity to get anyone to hook up with him.
Unfortunately for me, it worked. I do not think I will be making that mistake again.
At least of my three for this day, it only got better.
What? Was I not supposed to say that aloud?
So I was working from home the other day and my mind was on anything but work. It was a cool and rainy morning and I was way too distracted by on-line possibilities that loomed out there with potential for real world meet-ups.
There was more potential than there was actual - but that is the way these things go, as we are all aware of by now.
Craigslist was giving me nothing. gay.com was giving me zilch. Finally Manhunt provided some potential.
The guy had 8.5", but it was massively thick. He claimed to also have a 10 day load. Promising, indeed. He had some available time in early afternoon, which worked for me with breaks from conference calls and he was only about 20 minutes from me, if Google maps were to be believed.
I brought poppers and that's about it.
I can't say I was elated when he opened the door. Older. A little scraggley in the beard and hair area. I was looking more at the 8.5" dick thing than the face, though I do like a good face.
I also like a 10 day load, or the thought of it.
The entire scene was anticlimactic - literally.
While it's a great thing to have a big dick, it's another thing if you don't have enough blood in your body to get it up. I'm sure anyone could blame the cocksucker and his inabilities to do a good enough job to excite, but I've done this, oh say, 3000 other times and have a pretty good track record.
Yeah, I went and licked his ball. Sucked them even. He jacked. ...and jacked. ...and jacked some more. Clearly, I was not into it, but it was uncertain whether he was.
At some point he goes, "are you ready for it?" I was....as I just wanted to be gone. I put my mouth on it and he "shoots". Yes, that is in hypothetical quotation marks.
If he said that was his 10th load of the day and not his first load in 10 days, I'd almost get it. But that wasn't the case. There was seemingly nothing there. At all.
No fluid. No volume. No taste.
When it was apparently all gone, I jumped up and was in the process of putting my shoes. He seemed like getting off was a huge release for him. Then he dropped a mini-bomb:
He tells me he remembered me from another time I blew him. I'm normally really good at remembering guys I have been with - yes, even with the volume I've been with. And then it came back to me. I even blogged about it here.
Internally, I shuddered with the thought that I now had done this twice, but it all kind of made sense now.
Later (after the other two) and I went home, I looked at his screen name again. It was different. I don't totally remember the other one, but this one wasn't one I recognized. He probably had to change identity to get anyone to hook up with him.
Unfortunately for me, it worked. I do not think I will be making that mistake again.
At least of my three for this day, it only got better.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Getting My Cock Sucked
I know I've written about him before, but there is this guy in town who I let suck my dick.
Yes, he only sucks married straight men and in his mind that's what he thinks I am. Fuck, if he truly believes that he's a stupid ass, but we all have our delusions to get through life.
I don't think I did write about this - except maybe via Twitter - but the guy basically fired me as one of his many feeders. Me! Fired!!!! My word, not his.
He basically texted me (our only form of communication) that I should find a new cocksucker. I didn't question it or anything and never answered him again and went about my life for the last 5-6 months. It was no skin of my back.
It wasn't horribly surprising either when he sent a text earlier last week asking how I was. They all come back......eventually.
The reason it was no skin off my back was that I would get my dick sucked out of boredom more than horniness. You know I'd much rather suck than be sucked. But one does what he does.
So yes, he contacted me with his bland text which both parties knew it was a lead-in to getting back in my pants. I wasn't needing it, but I was curious to say the least.
Turns out the reason for my termination? I was too rough with him.
Awww, poor baby. Apparently last time I hit him upside the head while he was sucking me (no doubt due to his teeth usage). Apparently I did it hard enough to impair hearing in his ear for three days.
In my defense, I didn't mean to hit him in the ear, but in the face. I know he likes it, at least to a degree and my other take away was - I treat guys the way I like to be treated, at least sexually.
I make no apologies for something I didn't know I did, nor that he didn't man-up enough to tell me at the time of and waited until weeks after the fact.
Clearly my cock, balls and load win out over anything I did, as he wants me to come back and feed him. I'll consider it, but I've done without long enough that it isn't a definite need for me. It might be for him.
After all, I have a great cock.
Yes, he only sucks married straight men and in his mind that's what he thinks I am. Fuck, if he truly believes that he's a stupid ass, but we all have our delusions to get through life.
I don't think I did write about this - except maybe via Twitter - but the guy basically fired me as one of his many feeders. Me! Fired!!!! My word, not his.
He basically texted me (our only form of communication) that I should find a new cocksucker. I didn't question it or anything and never answered him again and went about my life for the last 5-6 months. It was no skin of my back.
It wasn't horribly surprising either when he sent a text earlier last week asking how I was. They all come back......eventually.
The reason it was no skin off my back was that I would get my dick sucked out of boredom more than horniness. You know I'd much rather suck than be sucked. But one does what he does.
So yes, he contacted me with his bland text which both parties knew it was a lead-in to getting back in my pants. I wasn't needing it, but I was curious to say the least.
Turns out the reason for my termination? I was too rough with him.
Awww, poor baby. Apparently last time I hit him upside the head while he was sucking me (no doubt due to his teeth usage). Apparently I did it hard enough to impair hearing in his ear for three days.
In my defense, I didn't mean to hit him in the ear, but in the face. I know he likes it, at least to a degree and my other take away was - I treat guys the way I like to be treated, at least sexually.
I make no apologies for something I didn't know I did, nor that he didn't man-up enough to tell me at the time of and waited until weeks after the fact.
Clearly my cock, balls and load win out over anything I did, as he wants me to come back and feed him. I'll consider it, but I've done without long enough that it isn't a definite need for me. It might be for him.
After all, I have a great cock.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Bathroom Stall Fuck
Like this last summer, my sex life has hit a dry spell. I’m working on it, but with not a lot of luck. But I do not want this blog to wither and die, so I am posting an encounter from my youth you might enjoy. It’s not graphic, per se, but you might get an uneasy feeling about it. I don’t, but I’ve told others the story and I can see it in their eyes. Read it, but see it for what it is: sex. Nothing more. I promise.
I was still in my late teens, but strutted around enough to think I was wise to the world and experienced sexually.
Technically, I was way more experienced than most by this time, but had a lot to learn, though it would have been hard to tell that to the 19 year old me.
I was in a university hall bathroom I frequented often. By often, I mean 2-3 hours per day, each and every day. Old time restroom too. Marble partitions, six of them, one set that someone bothered to carve a gloryhole into – and done so long ago, the edges had been worn down and smooth. Getting one of those two stalls was always key to a good time there. Rarely were guys sharing stalls.
Today was not one of those days. Not only was I in a stall with the hole, but I had this big lumbering stud outside the stall, peeking through the door crack watching me slowly stroke my boner.
I stayed seated, reached up and unlatched my door. He walked in and locked us in.
I’m a tall guy. He was huge. I’m guessing 6’5” and a good 240 solid pounds. Not fat. Unkempt blonde hair and a goofy mouth. The guy seemed kind of a hick, but one who knew what he was doing – maybe a kind of disarm and conquer kind of thing.
He also had a big cock. 8”, but fat fat fat and with a threatening sized head on it, fully cut.
The guy stepped right up to me and opened his fly and let his dick stand out right towards me. It didn’t really fall out since the stiffness was helping him defy gravity. I took it in my mouth like a good boy. I sucked on it with all the years of my practice but he wanted more.
He hoisted me up by my armpits and normally when that happens a guy wants to take the throne so he can take my 8”. But not this time. He had other ideas. That idea? Ass. My ass.
The gentleman in my stall spun me around to where I was bent over the toilet. Normally, I wouldn’t have been adverse to this, but I wasn’t prepared to be fucked, physically or mentally. I couldn’t wrap my hand, let alone mind, around his cock. What was I doing?
I would say I had no choice, but I did. And I chose to stay exactly where I was. I wasn’t assertive enough to walk away and part of me wanted to be wanted this way. He used his own spit as lube, but even I knew that would never really cut it.
He positioned himself behind me and pushed and pushed and pushed until he “slipped” in.
That big head was really prying me apart and he knew it. I’m sure he had this issue with almost any guy he plugged. While not subtle, he knew what to do. Take control – or he’d walk away frustrated.
He held onto my hips and continued to push into me. I simultaneously wanted it and wanted to get off it He was much bigger, in every way and was going to get his way.
Though he was still in me, my instinct was to stand up to potentially disengage from his pud. He didn’t want that to happen. He turned me a bit towards the partition with the gloryhole and pressed me into that cold marble slab. I was pinned between his warm body and that wall. I’m sure I was blocking anything that anyone was hoping to see through that hole, but not because my dick was through it, just my body pressed against it.
His hands went flat against the divider, as did mine and he went to work.
Nothing was really said because in a room where the floor ceiling and dividers are marble and terrazzo, every word reverberates. I stayed quiet because I didn’t really want anyone else looking in or knowing what we were doing.
The joke is, anyone who might have been in there would have known anyway.
He pumped and pumped and pumped until I heard a noise catch in the back of his throat. He contained himself as much as he could to not vocalize during orgasm. The guy stayed still as he flooded my guts with his cream. I stayed pressed against the wall – oddly a little dejected but a lot horny.
Do not get me wrong, I’m not saying this was not consensual, but I’m not sure it happened the best way it could have. Liberties were taken, I didn’t have enough say into what was going on and how – not that a restroom stall is the place for negotiation.
You know I liked and have liked being, to a degree, rougher sex. It wasn’t the worst encounter, but all these years later, I still remember it. I doubt he ever gave it a second thought.
He didn’t remember me when I went back to his place one night years later where I took it like a man!
I was still in my late teens, but strutted around enough to think I was wise to the world and experienced sexually.
Technically, I was way more experienced than most by this time, but had a lot to learn, though it would have been hard to tell that to the 19 year old me.
I was in a university hall bathroom I frequented often. By often, I mean 2-3 hours per day, each and every day. Old time restroom too. Marble partitions, six of them, one set that someone bothered to carve a gloryhole into – and done so long ago, the edges had been worn down and smooth. Getting one of those two stalls was always key to a good time there. Rarely were guys sharing stalls.
Today was not one of those days. Not only was I in a stall with the hole, but I had this big lumbering stud outside the stall, peeking through the door crack watching me slowly stroke my boner.
I stayed seated, reached up and unlatched my door. He walked in and locked us in.
I’m a tall guy. He was huge. I’m guessing 6’5” and a good 240 solid pounds. Not fat. Unkempt blonde hair and a goofy mouth. The guy seemed kind of a hick, but one who knew what he was doing – maybe a kind of disarm and conquer kind of thing.
He also had a big cock. 8”, but fat fat fat and with a threatening sized head on it, fully cut.
The guy stepped right up to me and opened his fly and let his dick stand out right towards me. It didn’t really fall out since the stiffness was helping him defy gravity. I took it in my mouth like a good boy. I sucked on it with all the years of my practice but he wanted more.
He hoisted me up by my armpits and normally when that happens a guy wants to take the throne so he can take my 8”. But not this time. He had other ideas. That idea? Ass. My ass.
The gentleman in my stall spun me around to where I was bent over the toilet. Normally, I wouldn’t have been adverse to this, but I wasn’t prepared to be fucked, physically or mentally. I couldn’t wrap my hand, let alone mind, around his cock. What was I doing?
I would say I had no choice, but I did. And I chose to stay exactly where I was. I wasn’t assertive enough to walk away and part of me wanted to be wanted this way. He used his own spit as lube, but even I knew that would never really cut it.
He positioned himself behind me and pushed and pushed and pushed until he “slipped” in.
That big head was really prying me apart and he knew it. I’m sure he had this issue with almost any guy he plugged. While not subtle, he knew what to do. Take control – or he’d walk away frustrated.
He held onto my hips and continued to push into me. I simultaneously wanted it and wanted to get off it He was much bigger, in every way and was going to get his way.
Though he was still in me, my instinct was to stand up to potentially disengage from his pud. He didn’t want that to happen. He turned me a bit towards the partition with the gloryhole and pressed me into that cold marble slab. I was pinned between his warm body and that wall. I’m sure I was blocking anything that anyone was hoping to see through that hole, but not because my dick was through it, just my body pressed against it.
His hands went flat against the divider, as did mine and he went to work.
Nothing was really said because in a room where the floor ceiling and dividers are marble and terrazzo, every word reverberates. I stayed quiet because I didn’t really want anyone else looking in or knowing what we were doing.
The joke is, anyone who might have been in there would have known anyway.
He pumped and pumped and pumped until I heard a noise catch in the back of his throat. He contained himself as much as he could to not vocalize during orgasm. The guy stayed still as he flooded my guts with his cream. I stayed pressed against the wall – oddly a little dejected but a lot horny.
Do not get me wrong, I’m not saying this was not consensual, but I’m not sure it happened the best way it could have. Liberties were taken, I didn’t have enough say into what was going on and how – not that a restroom stall is the place for negotiation.
You know I liked and have liked being, to a degree, rougher sex. It wasn’t the worst encounter, but all these years later, I still remember it. I doubt he ever gave it a second thought.
He didn’t remember me when I went back to his place one night years later where I took it like a man!
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Morning Grindr Suck
I was out of town on business and having zero luck on Craigslist and Manhunt. It happens. It's happened a lot lately.
And the hotel I was staying at had a nice, but packed, gym. Trust me, I'm going somewhere with all of this.
So instead of trying to workout at the hotel gym, I would take long morning walks. And by morning, I mean leave at 05:30 and walk about four miles. Next to the hotel was not only a housing development, but an office park. One corporation, but a dozen buildings. For semi-full disclosure, I work for this corporation too.
I was walking, dressed in sweats and wearing and playing music from my iPhone during this walk. It was still dark out. People at the office park arrive early here. Even I don't get to work by 06:00. Or even a half hour later. But I was dodging cars that were not used to seeing walkers before dawn.
Not long after, my iPhone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket to see I had a message on Grindr. Apparently I left the app on. Oops. The guy was about 1500 feet away (+/- 236 feet). There was almost no way he wasn't in this group of buildings.
I replied back and we exchanged a few messages. I never really stopped walking. I told him I was out walking - he asked if had on this and that and was wearing glasses. Clearly he was one of the people who passed me while he was driving. Or he had extra good vision from his office window.
He asked if I wanted 'some company' back at my hotel. Sure, why not, I said. He had 30 minutes. He said he'd be there in 5 minutes - and he was.
His Grindr picture said 'Chance' He told me he was 'Allen'. He was taller than I thought. Taller than myself - maybe 6'4". A quiet guy of 27 (or said his profile), but I would have pegged him almost 10 years older. There had been no talk of sex.
I sat on the ottoman to take off my shoes and he moved to stand right in front of me, crotch to my face. I made the move to his belt. He didn't stop me.
His briefs showed he'd have a nice piece of meat. It'd turn out to be a nice solid, semi-thick, 7.5" of dick. I went down on it and he didn't stop me.
He asked to take off his pants and I took off my sweat pants as he did it. He went down on me, but he wasn't as much of a cocksucker as a guy who used his hand 90% of the time and his mouth 10% - and I might be generous with those percentages.
I wasn't really wanting to get blown anyways. It's been SO long since I've done it, I figured it was my time. I went back down on him and I think I was doing a good job.
He wanted to go to the bed, which isn't ideal for me giving head, but......who was I to argue at this point. It got worse, he wanted to 69. Never my ideal.
I was going down on him and he was basically jacking me off with a little mouth action. Very little. Had I wanted, I could have easily ejaculated, but I can also control my orgasm like no one's business. I told him I had come earlier (lie!) and wasn't sure I could come. And then I went back down on him.
Between my bobs, I told him how much I wanted his load in my mouth. He responded to it. I could feel his balls tighten and his shaft get even harder. Since he was a quiet guy, I knew I wasn't going to get any forewarning of him about to shoot. And I was right. Of course I was. I've done this only a few times before. And by few, I mean few thousand.
This load basically dribbled out. There were no bursts of cum or even squirts. It just showed up and was there. It was a little bitter, but that's ok too.
He washed up and was about to leave. I told him to be careful, if he wasn't looking to be noticed and that the hotel was full of corporate folks. He didn't seem to care. I'm guessing it wasn't his first time visiting that hotel.
And the hotel I was staying at had a nice, but packed, gym. Trust me, I'm going somewhere with all of this.
So instead of trying to workout at the hotel gym, I would take long morning walks. And by morning, I mean leave at 05:30 and walk about four miles. Next to the hotel was not only a housing development, but an office park. One corporation, but a dozen buildings. For semi-full disclosure, I work for this corporation too.
I was walking, dressed in sweats and wearing and playing music from my iPhone during this walk. It was still dark out. People at the office park arrive early here. Even I don't get to work by 06:00. Or even a half hour later. But I was dodging cars that were not used to seeing walkers before dawn.
Not long after, my iPhone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket to see I had a message on Grindr. Apparently I left the app on. Oops. The guy was about 1500 feet away (+/- 236 feet). There was almost no way he wasn't in this group of buildings.
I replied back and we exchanged a few messages. I never really stopped walking. I told him I was out walking - he asked if had on this and that and was wearing glasses. Clearly he was one of the people who passed me while he was driving. Or he had extra good vision from his office window.
He asked if I wanted 'some company' back at my hotel. Sure, why not, I said. He had 30 minutes. He said he'd be there in 5 minutes - and he was.
His Grindr picture said 'Chance' He told me he was 'Allen'. He was taller than I thought. Taller than myself - maybe 6'4". A quiet guy of 27 (or said his profile), but I would have pegged him almost 10 years older. There had been no talk of sex.
I sat on the ottoman to take off my shoes and he moved to stand right in front of me, crotch to my face. I made the move to his belt. He didn't stop me.
His briefs showed he'd have a nice piece of meat. It'd turn out to be a nice solid, semi-thick, 7.5" of dick. I went down on it and he didn't stop me.
He asked to take off his pants and I took off my sweat pants as he did it. He went down on me, but he wasn't as much of a cocksucker as a guy who used his hand 90% of the time and his mouth 10% - and I might be generous with those percentages.
I wasn't really wanting to get blown anyways. It's been SO long since I've done it, I figured it was my time. I went back down on him and I think I was doing a good job.
He wanted to go to the bed, which isn't ideal for me giving head, but......who was I to argue at this point. It got worse, he wanted to 69. Never my ideal.
I was going down on him and he was basically jacking me off with a little mouth action. Very little. Had I wanted, I could have easily ejaculated, but I can also control my orgasm like no one's business. I told him I had come earlier (lie!) and wasn't sure I could come. And then I went back down on him.
Between my bobs, I told him how much I wanted his load in my mouth. He responded to it. I could feel his balls tighten and his shaft get even harder. Since he was a quiet guy, I knew I wasn't going to get any forewarning of him about to shoot. And I was right. Of course I was. I've done this only a few times before. And by few, I mean few thousand.
This load basically dribbled out. There were no bursts of cum or even squirts. It just showed up and was there. It was a little bitter, but that's ok too.
He washed up and was about to leave. I told him to be careful, if he wasn't looking to be noticed and that the hotel was full of corporate folks. He didn't seem to care. I'm guessing it wasn't his first time visiting that hotel.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
I'm Back
Fuck, I've been away for a while. Sorry about that.
Life sometimes gets in the way of sex and blogging. Trust me, if I had any good stories to tell, this site would be have been a lot more active. I'm trying.
Luckily, I'm on the road again, so hopefully something will come of that.
I have a little present for you all: me as an oral top.
Just a whim of answering a craigslist ad. Some guy in town who was ok looking (at best) but provided some decent head. It was early in the morning on my way to work, but I decided to film it and post it.
I leave you with only the last minute or so of my work (and his). The other shots were ok, but nothing much and let's face it, you're hear for the money shot. Not that you see it, but you'll get the idea............
Enjoy.
Life sometimes gets in the way of sex and blogging. Trust me, if I had any good stories to tell, this site would be have been a lot more active. I'm trying.
Luckily, I'm on the road again, so hopefully something will come of that.
I have a little present for you all: me as an oral top.
Just a whim of answering a craigslist ad. Some guy in town who was ok looking (at best) but provided some decent head. It was early in the morning on my way to work, but I decided to film it and post it.
I leave you with only the last minute or so of my work (and his). The other shots were ok, but nothing much and let's face it, you're hear for the money shot. Not that you see it, but you'll get the idea............
Enjoy.
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