Saturday, April 24, 2010

Grindr Find

I have to say, I haven't had the best of luck with Grindr to get cock.

When I first got he app, I hit it the first half-dozen times and scored 100......but then it promptly went to zero. I've seen some hot guys here and there, but no one who follows-through. Lame. Don't they know what the app is fuckin' for?

But there is some leather "event" here in town this week, so there are a bunch of out-of-towners who are here. And quite a few have iPhones - clearly.

I was working downtown and got hit up by one. On his profile pic, he looked ok. 45, 6'2", 200 lbs, blonde. He looked solidly built and the pics of his dick were nice. He added he looked "better in person". My friend "Lou" told me that anyone who says that usually isn't.

This proved to be the case. Room 1213, I was directed to and I walked from my office to the hotel. I was greated promptly. The guy wasn't horrid, but I can't say he looked a lot like his picture.

The guy did have a nice dick. Maybe around 8" but on the thinner side when it came to his shaft.

He sat in his hotel chair and I got on my knees and went to work. He wasn't hard when I started, but still a nice length. It didn't take too long to get him hard.....



...and unfortunately, it didn't take a long time to get him off. I don't even think I sucked him (and got face fucked) for 1o minutes before he blew his unassuming, underwhelming load in my mouth.

With little or no additional exchange, I swallowed, thanked up, got up and walked out the door and back to my office.

He had probably gotten what he wanted, and I got what I asked for - whether it was exactly what I wanted or not.

It wasn't a loser situation, but I can't say it was a winner either. Just necessary.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

4 Guys. 5 Loads

I've been on the road today. Normally that means planes, trains and automobiles. Today it was just automobiles - and into some remote parts of West Virginny. It was a pretty day for being in the car for five hours, but still..........

So I'm not that far into WV when I see a sign that says ADULT with the exit number. I've seen these places before and they are hit or miss. Most, anymore, don't even have video arcades to watch porn, they just sell vibrators and such. But what the hell, I was in no huge rush - so I stop.

First off, how great that this place is at the dead end of a service road. And the other things on that road were a truck stop and two 'gentleman's clubs'. I walk in and bingo! - there is a place to go watch porn and there is no minimum and it's quarters, not that token shit. I'm back in 1986 heaven!

The layout is ok. About 15 booths and 6 of those are in the middle - three on one side and three backing up to them. Two sets of those, I can tell from the word 'go' have gloryholes. It really IS 1986.

Immediately I see a blur of a guy go into one, so I enter the adjoining one and in a minute his cock is slipping through the hole, but not before I got to run my finger at the bottom radius of that hole. God I love doing that.

The big head barely fit through the crude gloryhole. No pristine cuts here - all handmade. This shaft was just as thick and I loved putting my lips to the wood - his and the wall. It's been a long time. And so worth it.

I sucked him for quite a bit and he pulled back and wanted my cock. I gave it to him, but wasn't going to give my load. He wasn't even a good cocksucker. So I pulled back and went back down on my knees and whispered through the hole: fuck my mouth! And he did.

The guy had clearly been working hard all day - he smelled and tasted of that. I like that. Not to where it's over the top, but he was near that limit, but still it was wonderful.

What I love about gloryholes is that you just take the dick. Period. It was too noisy with the videos playing to hear him say anything, if he did, or his breathing. So I wasn't expecting the load. But there it was - flooding my mouth. Voluminous and heavy - and great tasting.

I left my booth and wandered and saw him exit. He was a hot, very hairy man. Nothing was said. I went into another gloryhole booth. The other side occupied already.

I ran my finger again and it took a minute, but he obliged me. This hole was even smaller, his cock even thicker. He barely got the head and first 5" after that through. I know it wasn't all through. WV has some BIG DICKED men.

The guy never moved his cock, I did all the work, but he was rock hard the entire time. Solid as a rock. I worked on him until I ran out of money and took my chances that no one would bust me for not dropping quarters. Soon enough though he fired off nice big globs of sperm - and I did my duty and took it all. ALL of it.

I stood up and exited to get more money. He left too. Nice looking guy. Harley belt buckle, with attached chain to a wallet. Nothing was said.

As I was going to the counter to break a larger bill, I realized I had cock spit in my goatee. That saliva that drools off the cock and out of your mouth, or is against the wall each time your lips make contact there? I wiped it off with the sleeve of my shirt. I didn't want the clerk (woman) to know I had cocksucker face.

I got $10 more in quarter - she must have thought I was a slut. : )

As I re-entered, so did a kid in his early 20s. Nice looking (like that football player from 'Glee') but could have used some toning. I followed him into a booth and he just opened his pants. I was a little disappointed in his uncut cock. It was smaller, but after I got my lips around it (he made no effort to do a thing), it grew past 8" and thickened up. Still had skin, but not a lot.

He liked my sucking and talked about how he had fucked his girlfriend earlier so it would take a while. I had all the time in the world. He wanted me to jack-suck him. I'm not big on that, but it's his time to get-off, not mine. After about 20 minutes he was ready to shoot and wanted me to continue jacking.

Nice load but when I got it, I ceased stroking his cock. He told me to continue: "I'm not done yet". Sure enough - 30 seconds later, I got the remaining amount of his sperm. I do not count this the 2nd load from one guy. This was all one - in my book. He zipped up and was gone.

I walked around and ran into guy #1 again. I just said in a low voice: "beautiful cock". He went into the booth I just left with that kid. We went for round 2.

He was smellier (I swear), hotter (I swear) and nasty. He POUNDED my face and my head hit the wall over and over and over. I also ate his ass. He played with my nipples and stuck his index finger and thumb up my ass. I was hoping for a fuck, but it was not to happen. He got hard, but not HARD.

I got a second load from him. The first one was great. This one was so incredibly bitter, it almost made me gag. What could have happened in the span of 45 minutes to make it go rancid?

But soon he was gone.

One booth was occupied when I got out. I could see through the hole he had major wood in his jeans but refused to take it out. After a bit, I left - so did he. What I think he really wanted was to see me. He did and went back in - so did I.

I was rewarded with the biggest dick yet. Long and fat and again, rock hard. I am loving this state! But right before he came, he pulled back. I did extend my tongue through the hole as far as it would go and was rewarded with the last few spurts on my tongue.

WHY oh why would you go through that effort to pump your nut onto the ground? Clearly you had a willing cocksucker.

I figured I had to go. I had dropped like $20 and did still need to travel another hour. I left and was getting into my car - and there was a note. Contact information from the guy I had serviced twice.

I guess he was in the lot when I entered, because I have no idea how he knew it was my car.

I cannot imagine me contacting him - but one just never knows.

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Different But Not Different

I'm thinking I should tread lightly with this post - but that's not necessarily my style, is it?

For the first time, I knowingly had sex with someone who reads my blog. Yes, I said knowingly. You kind of have to figure men are covert, deceptive, piggy and such, and some had to know they were having sex with a work-renowned sex blogger, right?

I don't have any kind of following in Greenland, all of China (I blame government censorship) or two-thirds of Africa (which I just blame poverty and no connectivity).

And since this guy knew I was a sex blogger, he also knew I'd be writing about it - right? Right! Eh, he's a big boy, he can take it.

And he is a big boy - pushing 9". .....but let's back up first and let me intro this.

#1 Blogger Fan (allegedly) contacted me any number of years ago and we've been in touch on and off ever since. Besides being a dedicated reader, he gets where I'm coming from on many fronts. After a few years, there isn't much he doesn't know of me.......and trust me, it ain't all pretty. We tried setting him up as a guest-blogger within my site, but he only had two entries.

It's not actually for his lack of sexual experience that has stopped him from writing, but he's not committed to it, I guess. No biggie. It was an experiment and one I would allow him to try again at some point.

Last time I was in his town, I had dinner with him. Just dinner. It was a first time meeting and it went well but did not end in sex - though if anyone had looked out the restaurant windows at just the right time, they would have seen me grab him by the back of the neck and stick my tongue in his mouth while we were in the parking lot, parting ways. He is a very sexy man.

I was back in town and very busy with work, and he was busy as well, but he wanted to see me - and vice versa. The only time I had was right before I left town, and said he could give me a ride to the airport. I might have asked for one. It's not like I needed the ride, that's what expense reports are for.

And when I say he wanted to "see" me, that's what I took it for. Time was limited and our last encounter ended in a kiss. I had no expectations. Hopes, sure - but not expectations.

He picked me up at my hotel and off we went. He wanted to show me his house and I was wanting to see it. Four floors of goodness. We started off on the main floor and when we went into the basement I was more hopeful, but then it was on to the other levels. Oh well.

However, once we completed the tour on the fourth level and just chatting about storage, he just turned to me and in a low guttural voice said, "get on your fuckin' knees - now!". I complied.

The thing about "Lou" is, he can go from nice guy to sex pig in 0.002 seconds flat - without missing a beat.

I gnawed at his crotch for only a little bit and went for his belt. I hadn't seen a belt buckle like that since I had been in cub scouts and it was part of my uniform, but I managed without his assistance. "Yeah, you know how to work all belts, don't you pig?" came from his mouth. I'm sure I smiled knowing that I did.

I opened his pants and out it plopped. Lou says he's 9", and he just might be - he's at least very close. Hell, if he is 9", it is 9" around! That boy is gifted in girth! The length ain't too shabby either, I must say.

He stood before me feeding me dick - big dick. As I've said before, I do so much better with a larger cock than a smaller or medium one. For some reason, I have no issue taking it to the back of my throat with zero gag reflex, even when he holds on to the back of my head and pumps. I actually do gag on smaller dicks - why is that? Lou says its because (and no offense, he preempted) I've got a wide mouth.

"Oh yeah, you're just as good as everyone says you are".

I'm sure what he meant was, I'm as good as I say everyone says I am - that is unless he's been contacting my unnamed tricks these last few years/decades, which oddly wouldn't surprise me all that much.

"Look up here". I did, cock still in mouth. He snapped a pic with his phone.

"This is for your blog"


Yeah - he knew I was gonna write about this!!

You can definitely see how wide he is, but it doesn't quite show you how long he is, or the curve that goes with it. It is a beautiful piece of meat. That's what it is, but that's how he treated me - to a degree.

At some point he sat down in a chair and I crawled between his legs and just sucked away. I started to forget about time or that damned flight I had to catch. I had to get him off.

This is a man who performs acts of self-love at least three times per day, so not knowing he would actually be meeting up with me had taken care of 'business' twice already before 3p. And as much as I would have liked to have taken care of it orally without any hand manipulation - his or mine - with my time constraints, there had to be a little help.

While he took matters into his hands for a moment, BikeGuy Jr. needed to be released from his jeans. It was too uncomfortable kneeling there with that tent. I stood up to unleash him and Lou seemed duly impressed. He commented at one point that the pictures didn't really lie or do it justice.

Oh, and Lou is not a bad cocksucker himself, though he didn't get my prize. Timing and priorities, ya know.

And the priority was getting him to ejaculate. Before going back to my knees, I leaned over and kissed him and kissed him hard. I'm 90% sure that got him harder and much closer to my goal. His goal too.

I was back on my knees sucking while he helped stroke it. Somewhere in there he muttered about next time it would be buried up my ass while I bit the pillow. NICE! Made me even harder.

The talk, the action, the kiss all took us where we wanted to go. Our not so final destination. That will be another visit. But Lou popped off a nice sized load - be it his first or third of the day. I held it in my mouth before swallowing, but looking up at him as I did it.

I pulled off....eventually....and then stood up and said, "now, take me to the airport!!!!".

Lou pulled himself together while I went down and waited in the kitchen. By the time he got there, I showed him what I had just typed into my iPhone:


"Here's what I just sent to 806 of my closest Twitter followers". He slyly smiled, and then drove me to the airport.

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Make it Stop

I can't say I was raped. Not in anyway shape or form.

Here's what I can say - I understand how people deal with the act of having sex with someone they'd rather not and how you hear about rape victims just closing their eyes and waiting/hoping for it to be over.

I was out of town. He messaged me on ManHunt. The description was nice, the pictures were promising. But real life has a way of fucking with that perception.

The man was african-american and had some really nice pictures. But in reality, he was not all that pleasant to look at or be with. Why I didn't just send him away, I do not know. I just didn't.

He wanted to kiss and I would have with the guy in the pics, who were him - so he didn't really misrepresent, he just had a really really good photographer.

He wanted to eat out my ass and sure, I allowed that. But his stubble was so wiry that it actually annoyed my ass. Of course, this was an hour after the Cowboy guy beat the shit out of it, so that might have had something to do with it, but only a little something.

And speaking of "little somethings" the penis wasn't what he said it was, or he's unable to use a tape measure accurately. 6" tops.

So he wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to go, so we compromised. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes and he fucked me. The only somewhat urging I did was to ask him to fuck me harder and faster because, well it would be over sooner. I needed it to be over.

I needed a cock and a load, but at what cost?

He had to know what was up, right - because I wasn't. Not in the slightest, nor did I attempt to manually try to get me there.

Listen guys, you know this blog is about the good and the bad. I had an incredible scene in the same room, same town a few hours before - anything else should have paled in comparison, but this one was just bad no matter what you put it up against.

I'd say: 'live and learn' but I rarely do. I take my chances. I gamble. Sometimes I lose.

Friday, April 02, 2010

Tuff as Nails

Just saw your post. free here until 8pm or tmrw morning if you are around. horny masc bi verbal guy, real discrete. 5'8, 175, 38yrs. shaved head, thick beard, safe, ddf. thick five, sweet ass, three day load.'Safe' is a relative term.

His was a reply from a CL ad I posted while traveling for work. He was the last of my responders - hours after the fact - and as it turns out the only viable reply.

His picture was accurate, his stats were dead-on, especially the beard. Well groomed, it was, but thicker than I had ever seen on a man. It was to the point that I had to run my hand through it during our encounter. He didn't mention perfect teeth, which he had, and used to smile for pleasure and evil.

A little background: I normally post for guys who are aggressive and verbal to be a plus. I do that to try to get guys with a pulse. Usually you get barely get the "oh yeah, suck my cock..." and even then it's fairly anemic.

So even without that low benchmark, this guy would have blown everyone out of the water - with both aggression and verbally demeaning skills. The shaved head, perfect teeth and manly beard just added to the entire thing.

He knocked. I opened. He came in and started stripping. He talked about cocksuckers he knew from Toledo, Akron, and other NE Ohio cities, but never one from Cleveland. I wanted to give him one to talk about.

Immediately he took over. His mouth ran over with filth that I wish I could remember. If you recall when I talked about M, when I'm enamoured, I tend to get lost in the detail. Too lost. And to be honest, the way it all spilled out of his mouth - I could not do it, or him, justice in writing.

Like artists who can paint masterpieces with a brush, this man did it with words. Dirty dirty words.

He's also "aggressive" - in words and deeds.

I got down on my knees and he leaned against the wall, but before I could start my blowjob, he spit on my face. Big time.....and with aggression.

I know it is not everyone's cup of tea, but it turns me on and puts me in my place in a sexual/non-sexual kind of way. What I loved about it was, we had never discussed anything other than what was in the ad and he had me pegged - completely.

I did an expert job of blowing him - ask anyone. Definitely ask the people in adjoining room 1822. There is no way they didn't hear all of this. Every little bit.

"Cowboy" talked about the Ohio guys who had blown him and slipped in one who ate his hole great. I'm not saying he was manipulative to plant that in my head, but it certainly gave me the opening to snack on his ass.....and a challenge to do it better than that other guy. But I probably did play right into his hands - or ass, as it were.

This guy turned out to be all about getting his ass eaten. Lucky me. Lucky him. I ate, sucked, licked, lapped, tongued, tongue-fucked and kissed that hole for about 45 minutes. He was much cleaner when he left then when he walked in.

For most of the time he sat on my face, covering both my mouth and nose with his rump - and let me tell you, he did not give one care if I could get oxygen or not. He knew this was about him and not me. Good for him - bad for the air supply to my brain, but you do what you have to.

At some point I do remember him mentioning he'd like his girlfriend to see this so she'd know what it meant to eat ass. I don't know whether to believe he liked women or not (but here's hoping!) and I told him to bring her by - and that I'd show her!

The word "faggot" fell out of his mouth a lot and with ease and vile. Again, a huge turn-on for me. But he was aggressive and not just with unintended breath control. The man had a strong hand.

One reason things got a bit fuzzy was my lack of hearing. The man smacked me around so hard and so often there was a lot of ringing in my ears. His bending me over like he was going to fuck me (I knew he wouldn't though) was a good case to be more limber. He had me on my back but legs so far up and over that I actually ended up doing an unintentional somersault off the bed.

In all of this melee, at some point he had me on my belly and decided to start slapping my ass. Well - spanking it and hard! Beet red hard. He made sure to hit the exact same place over and over and over to get the maximum burn and hurt. I struggled but he didn't care that much and to be honest, I wasn't trying to get away that hard. I'm an almost 190 lb guy who works out a lot. If I didn't want to be there, I wasn't gonna be there.

There was additional smacking around - many body parts. He did mention that he had been frustrated all day and needed this kind of release. I was happy to provide it for him. There was additional ass eating, more spit and more cocksucking too. Oddly enough - no kissing! (i kid i kid - there was NEVER going to be any kissing!)

But he did get me on my back and fuck my face for the last time.....and this time to dump his load in me. I held it in my mouth and as I do so often, took his hand to my throat so he could feel me swallow his seed.

It was a risky move with this guy and he teetered. He did grab the the throat and felt it and that dazzling smile came over his face when he realized what I did it for, but that smile went from glee to sinister a bit and he kept squeezing and a bit harder. I wasn't really that worried, but he was a stranger and you just never know.

He got up and hit the hotel shower and to be honest, I stood there and watched him, mostly because he was a very good specimen to watch.

As he dressed, I did what I felt was necessary and just knelt in the room. Before he left, he came over and without any discussion points about this, I got one more hard smack across the face and big wad of spit on it too. Then he was gone.



Epilogue: the next day he emailed me telling me to get a big dildo and to be thirsty. He also left a time, but with my work schedule it was not going to work out - either me getting an opportunity to buy a dildo or even meeting up. The 'thirst' thing intrigued me though - at least from him.

I also found that my right shoulder was badly bruised in some kind of play we engaged in. He told me not to be a crybaby about it. I told him I wasn't - that it was a badge of honor!