I was bored. It was raining. I went to an adult bookstore.
I was hoping others had the same idea, but it was kind of dead there. I've never understood this place. I'm not a half-bad looking guy, but the guys on my level or above tend to hook-up with the much older or the much skeevier.
Everyone has their own tastes and I know places like this allow you to delve into environments you might not do in the light of day. I get that.
So I was wandering around when a shorter, but somewhat attractive man passed me in the hall and purposefully brushed my crotch. He wasn't hard on the eyes, but only 5'5" - maybe. Much shorter than I'd normally consider. He went into a booth, I followed.
As he leans against the wall, I walk in and he fondles himself. It's a nice package. I can tell through his jeans.
He pops the buttons and I see how nice. Between 9-10". Fat. Maybe 6" around. It hangs, but you have to figure it takes a LOT of blood to fill that and make it super erect.
Going to my knees, I can't help but to take it in my mouth. It easily fills me up and then some. Still, at this state, 75% hard, I can still take it all the way to the root. He seems impressed.
I suck for a while and also work his nuts. Guys peek their heads in and check us out - one guy for a while feeling us both. The intruder turns me around to show both of them my ass. The big dicked man rubs his penis on my cheeks. I want it.
I go back to my knees. I work the dick. I want the dick. I tell him it's a "porn-worthy cock". He looks down on me, telling me he's made 22 bareback films. I bone up.
I ask if he wants to fuck me, he says yes, but not here, not now.
He makes me stand and jack for him. He sucks me a little. He tells me my cock is nice too. It is, but comparatively, it is not.
He is excited as I show off for him and he likes showing off for me. He announces he is going to cum.
I drop to my knees, the first shot hits the floor. The second my beard. The third and additional ones in my mouth. The amount of cum is amazing. I have a huge wad on my face, a great splash on the floor and a good amount now in my belly.
He wants me to shoot, but I'm not ready....and I just got there.
He has my number. I have his. He will be fucking me.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Dead and Alive
He was in traveling through town. That's odd, as I am usually the one one the road and hooking up with out-of-towners. Now he was taking my role - in more ways than one. Ok, in one important way.
I'll call him SP.
He has followed me on my blog for years, and yes, he gave me advanced warning he would be in town. And yes, I made certain accommodations to see him.
I met up with him, since at the time he didn't have transportation. Hormones were high and I was sexually excited, as was he - or at least so it seemed. I found an out of the way place to park and he went down on me. SP did a nice job.
I reciprocated on his nice cock, and he seemed to appreciate my talents.
Now, during my blog and twitter times, now and again I show a picture of my dick. It's a nice dick, if I say so myself. If I had a dollar for each time another bottom told me what I had between my legs was "a waste" (since I'd rather bottom), I'd be a fairly wealthy man. Those comments no longer bother me, if they ever did.
That said, I am a bottom 98.8% of the time. Any time I've blogged about topping, well, those are all the times I've topped. It's not like I've left any of them out......and out of almost 500 posts, we're talking single digit entries.
I am a bottom.
But so is SP. And he saw those pics of my meat and he wanted it - and told me so, repeatedly. Somehow, I kind of wanted to give it to him, but you know me, I wasn't sure I was "up" for the task. Even if I could get hard, could I stay that way? It's always been a problem for me, more mental than physical. ....and I wasn't willing to get an ED drug for a singular fuck.
SP was very nice and said I could just jack off and push it up his hole at the last minute to get the load, but what fun is that - for either of us? None. Zilch.
Yet, SP excited me and I was pretty fucking hard with no outside help. The question was, where to go?
We talked about a seedy motel and I knew of one or two. We thought we'd split it, but somewhere in me, I'm thinking it was a lot of money for 15-30 minute event. I wouldn't last long, if at all, and we both had places to be.
Just then I got an hair-brained idea, but one I thought would work. I can't say SP was quite on board with it.
Right between motel 1 and motel 2 was a very very large cemetery.
I'd never been in it, but passed it hundreds of times as it was near a bookstore I used to frequent before they tore it down. Too many wrong-doings in that building I suppose.
Yes, the idea I came up with was to fuck in a cemetery. Not out in the open, but in the bathroom.
For those unfamiliar with the bathrooms there, most burial sites have a men's and women's room not in the main building but back where they keep the tractors and backhoes - the maintenance shed. Don't ask why I know this, I just do.
No one but workers around, so off we went. SP was much more nervous than I. But I get turned on by public and semi-public sexual acts. This actually helped with me maintaining my hard-on.
In the bathroom was one large stall and one urinal. The stall locked, so in we went. SP was not so sure of this, but my confidence helped him through it.
He got down and sucked my dick and got me hard and wet. I told him to pull down his fucking pants. He hesitated.
"Do it!", I said.
I've been around enough tops to talk the talk. The pants went down and he bent over, like a good boy.
I lined up with just his spit, but he insisted it wasn't enough and asked me to spit on my own cock. I hit the target like a pro and pushed in.
SP grimaced a little, and rightfully so. I am a little thick and I won't claim to have the most finesse or technique. I also didn't have time on my side. Now or never, baby.
"It hurts", I was told. I told him to shut up and take it. I know from his past, he can take dick much bigger than my own.
His ass felt great, but I wasn't taking anyone's cherry. He knew what he wanted, he knew I was going to give it to him. Maybe somewhere, he thought I would just jack off and cum, since I wasn't built to top per se. But here I was, at full mast and pushing in and pulling back like I was used to it all my life.
The hole felt great. Warmth and resistance. A place for a deposit.
Yeah, we could hear workers on the other side of the cinder block walls, but I wasn't too worried. Yeah, we heard someone flush on the woman's side too, but again, it didn't stop me or slow me down, though we both kept our verbals to a minimum - which I hate to do while having sex............but you gotta do what you gotta do.
He begged for my cum and of course the irony is, I was fully hard and could have fucked for another 30 minutes. But it is public sex and one doesn't have those kind of luxuries. SP was a little nervous about someone walking in, at least that's my take and it's legitimate. There were few barriers from the entrance to the stall, no chance to hide quickly (i.e., someone standing on the toilet seat; only showing one set of feet in the stall).
I quickened my pace and focused on the task at hand.....or in ass. And I shot.
I shot a three day load into his guts and he took it like a champ. I stayed in until I was all done and he kept it there.
I was ok to go, but he told me to suck his cock off. I wasn't quite expecting that. You know how guys are - once they cum, they can be done. And I figured, I was the top this time, I didn't have to, but he really pressed it.
He stroked and as I was bending down to take it, he was getting ready to pump his nut off. I took it all like a good cocksucker. Oddly enough, that's what I ended up being after all my bravado of topping. I still took the load like I always do.
I buttoned up and told him I'd meet him outside by the car and walked out the door.
I just was looking at the graves so close to the bathrooms. If they only knew what went on a few feet from their eternal space.
I dropped SP off to do whatever he was to do - and all with my little swimmers in him.
I'll call him SP.
He has followed me on my blog for years, and yes, he gave me advanced warning he would be in town. And yes, I made certain accommodations to see him.
I met up with him, since at the time he didn't have transportation. Hormones were high and I was sexually excited, as was he - or at least so it seemed. I found an out of the way place to park and he went down on me. SP did a nice job.
I reciprocated on his nice cock, and he seemed to appreciate my talents.
Now, during my blog and twitter times, now and again I show a picture of my dick. It's a nice dick, if I say so myself. If I had a dollar for each time another bottom told me what I had between my legs was "a waste" (since I'd rather bottom), I'd be a fairly wealthy man. Those comments no longer bother me, if they ever did.
That said, I am a bottom 98.8% of the time. Any time I've blogged about topping, well, those are all the times I've topped. It's not like I've left any of them out......and out of almost 500 posts, we're talking single digit entries.
I am a bottom.
But so is SP. And he saw those pics of my meat and he wanted it - and told me so, repeatedly. Somehow, I kind of wanted to give it to him, but you know me, I wasn't sure I was "up" for the task. Even if I could get hard, could I stay that way? It's always been a problem for me, more mental than physical. ....and I wasn't willing to get an ED drug for a singular fuck.
SP was very nice and said I could just jack off and push it up his hole at the last minute to get the load, but what fun is that - for either of us? None. Zilch.
Yet, SP excited me and I was pretty fucking hard with no outside help. The question was, where to go?
We talked about a seedy motel and I knew of one or two. We thought we'd split it, but somewhere in me, I'm thinking it was a lot of money for 15-30 minute event. I wouldn't last long, if at all, and we both had places to be.
Just then I got an hair-brained idea, but one I thought would work. I can't say SP was quite on board with it.
Right between motel 1 and motel 2 was a very very large cemetery.
I'd never been in it, but passed it hundreds of times as it was near a bookstore I used to frequent before they tore it down. Too many wrong-doings in that building I suppose.
Yes, the idea I came up with was to fuck in a cemetery. Not out in the open, but in the bathroom.
For those unfamiliar with the bathrooms there, most burial sites have a men's and women's room not in the main building but back where they keep the tractors and backhoes - the maintenance shed. Don't ask why I know this, I just do.
No one but workers around, so off we went. SP was much more nervous than I. But I get turned on by public and semi-public sexual acts. This actually helped with me maintaining my hard-on.
In the bathroom was one large stall and one urinal. The stall locked, so in we went. SP was not so sure of this, but my confidence helped him through it.
He got down and sucked my dick and got me hard and wet. I told him to pull down his fucking pants. He hesitated.
"Do it!", I said.
I've been around enough tops to talk the talk. The pants went down and he bent over, like a good boy.
I lined up with just his spit, but he insisted it wasn't enough and asked me to spit on my own cock. I hit the target like a pro and pushed in.
SP grimaced a little, and rightfully so. I am a little thick and I won't claim to have the most finesse or technique. I also didn't have time on my side. Now or never, baby.
"It hurts", I was told. I told him to shut up and take it. I know from his past, he can take dick much bigger than my own.
His ass felt great, but I wasn't taking anyone's cherry. He knew what he wanted, he knew I was going to give it to him. Maybe somewhere, he thought I would just jack off and cum, since I wasn't built to top per se. But here I was, at full mast and pushing in and pulling back like I was used to it all my life.
The hole felt great. Warmth and resistance. A place for a deposit.
Yeah, we could hear workers on the other side of the cinder block walls, but I wasn't too worried. Yeah, we heard someone flush on the woman's side too, but again, it didn't stop me or slow me down, though we both kept our verbals to a minimum - which I hate to do while having sex............but you gotta do what you gotta do.
He begged for my cum and of course the irony is, I was fully hard and could have fucked for another 30 minutes. But it is public sex and one doesn't have those kind of luxuries. SP was a little nervous about someone walking in, at least that's my take and it's legitimate. There were few barriers from the entrance to the stall, no chance to hide quickly (i.e., someone standing on the toilet seat; only showing one set of feet in the stall).
I quickened my pace and focused on the task at hand.....or in ass. And I shot.
I shot a three day load into his guts and he took it like a champ. I stayed in until I was all done and he kept it there.
I was ok to go, but he told me to suck his cock off. I wasn't quite expecting that. You know how guys are - once they cum, they can be done. And I figured, I was the top this time, I didn't have to, but he really pressed it.
He stroked and as I was bending down to take it, he was getting ready to pump his nut off. I took it all like a good cocksucker. Oddly enough, that's what I ended up being after all my bravado of topping. I still took the load like I always do.
I buttoned up and told him I'd meet him outside by the car and walked out the door.
I just was looking at the graves so close to the bathrooms. If they only knew what went on a few feet from their eternal space.
I dropped SP off to do whatever he was to do - and all with my little swimmers in him.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Cum & Go
He had had a bad day.
Work wasn't going right. Bank was fucking things up for him. He got a speeding ticket, which set him back $150. ...and he was horny.
He needed something to take his mind off his bad day. He needed a distraction. He needed to get off.
I was the brief relief.
Early 40s, 5'10", maybe 180. The guy had a shorn head and a well trimmed salt & pepper beard. He seemed soft spoken at first - and at times during - but overall, he became somewhat dominant, demanding, verbal and well, he was a man in need who had a bad day.
He immediately pushed me to my knees. I went willingly, of course.
I sucked his smallish cock, which was still semi-hard. After fully getting it up, he was a respectable 6.5" and not really wide girth. But that is not to matter. He had needs. I had needs. I was there to fulfill his. He didn't really care if he fulfilled mine.
Sucking was not true foreplay. He made it clear he wanted to pump, dump & go.
First it was me bent over a desk. He went right in, no easing, no testing the waters. He plunged right in, all the way in.
Going by his groans and words, it seemed to be just what he needed and he liked. For me, it was fucking heaven. Pressed between the desk and his cock, I had nowhere to go other than where he wanted me. We were both where we wanted to be.
I won't say the angle was great, mostly for him. As he was 4-5" shorter than I was, there was only so far I could bend over that desk. The 30" height left us limited in his leverage and the power he wanted to exert.
At first, he pulled out and sat in a chair. I went down to suck him, but he really wanted me to sit on his lap and take the cock. The way the arms of the office chair were, that wasn't going to happen....so down on the floor I went, shoulders down; ass up.
This worked much better for him and invariably, much better for me.
The man was merciless in his fuck.
Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but he wasn't carrying if I did, or if I even liked it or thought it felt good. This was about fucking, cumming and going. I knew that when we first conversed on-line.
Ten minutes later, his breathing was telling me we were nearing the end. Sure enough, he howled and spewed his load deep into my ass.
He stayed in, I stayed down, and we let time and nature have him deflate and slide out of me. No abrupt pulling out, more chance of his load staying in me, than being pulled back with his withdraw.
The guy moved around and I leaned up and licked him clean. He threw on his pants and shirt and was gone five minutes later.
Cum, Blow & Go. All according to plan.
Work wasn't going right. Bank was fucking things up for him. He got a speeding ticket, which set him back $150. ...and he was horny.
He needed something to take his mind off his bad day. He needed a distraction. He needed to get off.
I was the brief relief.
Early 40s, 5'10", maybe 180. The guy had a shorn head and a well trimmed salt & pepper beard. He seemed soft spoken at first - and at times during - but overall, he became somewhat dominant, demanding, verbal and well, he was a man in need who had a bad day.
He immediately pushed me to my knees. I went willingly, of course.
I sucked his smallish cock, which was still semi-hard. After fully getting it up, he was a respectable 6.5" and not really wide girth. But that is not to matter. He had needs. I had needs. I was there to fulfill his. He didn't really care if he fulfilled mine.
Sucking was not true foreplay. He made it clear he wanted to pump, dump & go.
First it was me bent over a desk. He went right in, no easing, no testing the waters. He plunged right in, all the way in.
Going by his groans and words, it seemed to be just what he needed and he liked. For me, it was fucking heaven. Pressed between the desk and his cock, I had nowhere to go other than where he wanted me. We were both where we wanted to be.
I won't say the angle was great, mostly for him. As he was 4-5" shorter than I was, there was only so far I could bend over that desk. The 30" height left us limited in his leverage and the power he wanted to exert.
At first, he pulled out and sat in a chair. I went down to suck him, but he really wanted me to sit on his lap and take the cock. The way the arms of the office chair were, that wasn't going to happen....so down on the floor I went, shoulders down; ass up.
This worked much better for him and invariably, much better for me.
The man was merciless in his fuck.
Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but he wasn't carrying if I did, or if I even liked it or thought it felt good. This was about fucking, cumming and going. I knew that when we first conversed on-line.
Ten minutes later, his breathing was telling me we were nearing the end. Sure enough, he howled and spewed his load deep into my ass.
He stayed in, I stayed down, and we let time and nature have him deflate and slide out of me. No abrupt pulling out, more chance of his load staying in me, than being pulled back with his withdraw.
The guy moved around and I leaned up and licked him clean. He threw on his pants and shirt and was gone five minutes later.
Cum, Blow & Go. All according to plan.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Piss & Moan
He claimed to be mixed race, but if he was, then I'm full-on hispanic. Still he had a nice body. 5"11", 170, 8.5 thick thick inches. ...but I'm ahead of myself.
I was in a seaside California town, keeping eastern daylight hours, so I was wide awake at 03:00. What to do when you don't even have to be at breakfast until 09:00?
Look on-line for cock. That's what.
Jared was awake and looking also...and one-half mile from my hotel. I was worried he'd be all chat, as he liked to tease and just drop subtle hints via Scruff. I wasn't there to flirt. It was now 03:30 - this wasn't flirt time, this was play time.
The good thing with Jared was, he was just getting up too. So many at that time are still up hitting the pipe or slamming, and that doesn't do it for me.....or being with guys like that. I thought since I had the hotel room, he'd come to me, but he had dogs and they'd howl and wake his roommate if he left. Half a mile, what did I care, I got in the car and went.
I found the house with little trouble and was in the door and in his room in a matter of minutes. His pics did not lie and actually he was better looking in person. ...and he had to piss. He'd been holding it until I got there.
We hadn't discussed piss, but I was in a mood and I was game. Into his bathroom he went.
He played with my tits a bit and then got my on my knees, like a good boy.
It took him a minute, but it seemed longer. While not pee shy, he had to work up to start the stream. It was a nice steady, warm stream too. It went on for a long time and then of course it started to get stronger and stronger, in volume, pressure and smell. ..and taste.
I "let" him piss on my chest and I then positioned myself so it hit my face, my beard, my lips, and then tongue. Overall I'm not a piss drinker, but as soon it was over, I immediately regretted not taking some of it to show him what a good boy I could be.
But I stayed on my knees and took him in my mouth for other fluids. His cock filled out and it was a nice heavy piece of equipment. I did a good job sucking him, if his vocal responses were any indication - and I certainly liked having that cock in my mouth.
At some point he thought he'd fuck me - which I was down with. I told him I hadn't prepped, but he didn't care. If he didn't, I didn't.
..and while he tried, he couldn't keep that big rod filled with blood to make it worth our while at four in the morning. I don't think he liked his straight roommate was somewhere asleep in the house, but fuck, don't invite me over then.
No worries, I went right back to my knees. I tasted lube and my ass and still went down on him. He seemed to respond to the lips and tongue and in 10 minutes he was feeding me a load. Granted, it was not a big load, or even one with a lot of flavor, but getting a hot man off like that was what it was about.
As we I was standing up, he asked if I wanted a towel to shower. Fuck that. I grabbed my shirt and pants - I was going to stride back into that hotel before dawn, with dried piss over me, sweat and a load on my breath.
And I did.
The good thing with Jared was, he was just getting up too. So many at that time are still up hitting the pipe or slamming, and that doesn't do it for me.....or being with guys like that. I thought since I had the hotel room, he'd come to me, but he had dogs and they'd howl and wake his roommate if he left. Half a mile, what did I care, I got in the car and went.
I found the house with little trouble and was in the door and in his room in a matter of minutes. His pics did not lie and actually he was better looking in person. ...and he had to piss. He'd been holding it until I got there.
We hadn't discussed piss, but I was in a mood and I was game. Into his bathroom he went.
He played with my tits a bit and then got my on my knees, like a good boy.
It took him a minute, but it seemed longer. While not pee shy, he had to work up to start the stream. It was a nice steady, warm stream too. It went on for a long time and then of course it started to get stronger and stronger, in volume, pressure and smell. ..and taste.
I "let" him piss on my chest and I then positioned myself so it hit my face, my beard, my lips, and then tongue. Overall I'm not a piss drinker, but as soon it was over, I immediately regretted not taking some of it to show him what a good boy I could be.
But I stayed on my knees and took him in my mouth for other fluids. His cock filled out and it was a nice heavy piece of equipment. I did a good job sucking him, if his vocal responses were any indication - and I certainly liked having that cock in my mouth.
At some point he thought he'd fuck me - which I was down with. I told him I hadn't prepped, but he didn't care. If he didn't, I didn't.
..and while he tried, he couldn't keep that big rod filled with blood to make it worth our while at four in the morning. I don't think he liked his straight roommate was somewhere asleep in the house, but fuck, don't invite me over then.
No worries, I went right back to my knees. I tasted lube and my ass and still went down on him. He seemed to respond to the lips and tongue and in 10 minutes he was feeding me a load. Granted, it was not a big load, or even one with a lot of flavor, but getting a hot man off like that was what it was about.
As we I was standing up, he asked if I wanted a towel to shower. Fuck that. I grabbed my shirt and pants - I was going to stride back into that hotel before dawn, with dried piss over me, sweat and a load on my breath.
And I did.
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