Monday, February 08, 2010

Cocksucker

No doubt that I LOVE getting fucked. There is no doubt in the world. And yes, I love it - no - insist on it - being raw. I like what I like.

But earlier this evening, as I was on my knees taking a nice 7.5" fat cock in my mouth, I realized how much of a cocksucker I really am.

Not in a negative connotation way. Just as I first sank his cock into my mouth (yes, not him pushing it in), and feeling the weight of the cock, the heat of the penis, the throb of the shaft, I realized how I live to suck cock.

The power that pole of flesh holds is amazing - the giver of pleasure. The giver of life. Yet it was my mouth, and even just the thought of my mouth, that made it come alive. Hard as a rock it was.

The process fills every sense that a man can have - smell, taste, sight, hearing, feeling. Need I really go through them all with you? If you're the guy on your knees - and yes being on the knees is still best, still essential - you know what I'm talking about.

If you're a total feeder, you might completely get this, but that's not your place. You need guys like us, you just don't need to understand us. We're just there to use and walk away from. Honest, we're not all that hurt when you do it.

This guy today after work was way into it. Honestly, he grabbed by my ears! My ears!!!! I can't tell you the last time that happened to me. Don't get me wrong, he let me do my thing here and there, but his hand was on top of my head, on the back of my neck and yes - holding my ears!

He worked his hips like it was a life long art. Kind of like how I use my mouth. Lips. Tongue. Throat. Roof. It's all about silently sensing how a man responds to this or that....and tailoring it to his very needs.

While it's great to hear him say what he wants, and how he needs it, I think (and you feeders, feel free to back me up here - or shoot me down), they really like it when you instinctively know what to do and how to please the guy.

The guy would push me off now and again. He was wanting to make it last, to savor the feeling of mouth on shaft. His hard shaft was wanting to be edged. Part of him just wanted to dump his four day load, but he wasn't sure when to do it.

I could have stayed there for another hour, if he had let me, but as these things happen, when trying to hold that edge, he teetered too close and well........that was that.

With his hand on my head, he fired shot after shot into the back of my mouth. Not quite straight down my throat, but he was far enough in that his semen took a shorter time to reach my belly, while still giving me the taste of his swimmers.

Yes. I enjoyed my time on my knees. He enjoyed me being on my knees. He'll go home to his wife and kids and have a nice evening, yet probably not giving me, the person, a second thought.

I cannot say the same about him.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

600k

At some point in the last few hours, I surpassed over 600,000 hit on this blog.

Not bad considering in the last few year, I was pretty irregular about doing any entries. I've been better and will be better in the future.

And not bad considering for the first year or so, I didn't have a counter, so I know I'm greater than 600k, I just don't know how much greater.

I'm headed to PA this upcoming week for work. I'll be scoping out nasty hook-up sites to find guys to cum by my hotel and dump a load in me.

Sound good?

Friday, February 05, 2010

Titan Top

6' 1" 225 7" football player build mwm masculine top lookin for hot sex daytime fun

Let's start off with the description being accurate, while the below pic was probably taken in good light at a good angle and maybe 3-4 years ago.


He was masculine for sure. He was probably closer to 240. But he walked in the door - 45 minutes late and reeking of pot. Not a great start.

He brought poppers which was a nice gesture, though I'm trying to lay off them, as they impede a good erection and always give me a headache. He also brought poppers in a can, or whatever you call them.

You spray them into a rag and either huff it or shove the rag in your mouth. He opted for the latter. Again, not a great beginning.

There was little foreplay. I lay on the bed and he fucked my face - and I mean he FUCKED it. But he was totally into that I could take it. "Experienced" is what he called me. If he only knew. I have a fucking Ph.D. in cocksucking!

Then it was me on my knees and him shoving that 7" cock up me. It is hard to tell from the pic, but he was THICK. Way thick.

But this is why I liked him and overlooked the weight, the pot and the huffing: he didn't give a shit about my needs. It was about his cock and getting off - no matter how I felt.

Yeah, it was a struggle to get him up me. Yeah I'm sure I winced when he pounded my ass. There were little words from him - mostly because he had a rag shoved into his mouth like he was Patty Hearst being taken by the SLA. Only muffles could be heard.

Now and again, he'd respray and that frozen shit went on my back, then he'd be back to moaning through the rag. I was never sure if he was trying to say something or moaning as he was coming - I just couldn't tell.

He wasn't coming. That would take a while. About 30 minutes of ass-pumping before he ended up pushing me to the hotel mattress and spraying my guts with his seed.

The guy wasn't the end all / be all, but for that moment, it was what I needed: a hard fuck and an assful of spooge.