"Straight" Black Guy

He advertised on CL.  Married black male in need of a mouth.

39, 6'1", 200, 9".

What he didn't say was he was in a hotel room with his wife, as they were in town visiting family for the holidays. No problem, I could work with that if need be.

The day he advertised now was not going to work, due to he was running out of time, so we agreed the next morning at 10:00 would be fine. He'd give me the details then. And he did, though not in time for me to make it there by the designated time - of which he was a little miffed. But it's hard to be at a hotel of which you don't know the location or room number without him telling you until 15 minutes before the designated hook-up time.

But I made it and there he was. A little beefy in the middle, but attractive and chocolate brown. He had no shirt on and just a pair of sweat pants.

"Are you going to undress?" he asked me.  I said, since it was only a blowjob there was no need, but could take off my shirt if he wanted. He wanted, so it came off.  Then I went to work.

I was on my knees taking out his cock - which may have been a little over 8", but it was not 9". Over 8" is still more than respectable.

Now, this guy didn't know me from Adam, but he had me pegged. The words that flowed freely from his lips were like pure heaven to a cock pig. The name-calling was secondary - what and how I was doing was primary. He knew what he wanted, what he liked and was not shy about verbalizing this.

I am pretty good at figuring a guy's likes and dislikes out early on and as we go along, but it was nice to hear him specify why I was invited over, what I was to do and how I was doing it.

He'd stop now and again to check the peep hole in the door to see if anyone was coming. Whatever. Trust me, if he could see them there, it was far to late to see IF they were getting close.

We'd go back into feeder / eater mode and I was making him moan. Though he wanted to be louder, he was afraid the housekeeper in the hall might hear, and he refused to take me back into the room where the bed was, as he didn't want me where his wife might find out.

But immediately he'd go back into his dirty talk, knowing all the right buttons to push. And he reached down to my nipples, another thing he didn't know about - until I reacted. But he wasn't willing to fuck me - though he told me about how good he fucked and how he's got 5 kids from several different women.

I'm totally good if he's a complete player and looking for any hole to get his manly black cock off in. I mean, here I was in a stranger's hotel room, on my knees sucking his fucking dick.

We only had a while, since he knew she'd be back and they'd have to check out at noon, so I went to work. We both did. I met everyone of his thrusts into my mouth by bobbing down on his meat. His hand at my head.

I did pull back as he was getting close and stick out my tongue. I let him see his white seed hit the extended tongue before ingesting his semen. Then I took the rest of his shooting cock into my mouth and continued to nurse and drain every drop.

He was not the kind to chat afterwards, not that I wanted to. I got my shirt on and was out the door like a good little boy, leaving him to reflect on what he'd done as his wife returned.

Two Condoms. One Fuck.

For months - on and off - Mr. Sensitive and I have been playing.

He has an incredible body and possibly the perfect cock - in length, girth and the best circumcision ever done.

While our encounter have all been oral (except for my hands on his nipples), and the oral always being my mouth on his cock. I shouldn't say "all" - as he likes to stand behind me and tease my ass a little with his big dick.

But it's never gone farther than that.

Normally he gives me about a 30 minute notice before getting together. The last time it was over three hours.

I don't know why, but I decided to 'prep' for a fuck. He gave me no reason to think we would go in this direction - either in this meeting or any previous get together, but I did it anyways.

I'm glad I did.

We started off the same old way, and I'm not complaining if that's all we did. His body feels great against mine. His cock feels great in my mouth. He likes my hands on his chest, and I like them being there.

But he got behind me and rubbed. He told me one day he wanted to fuck me over my desk. I told him I wanted that too. He added, "next time I give you three hours notice, you should be ready for me".

I do believe I surprised him when I said, "I am ready for you now".

He greased up his cock and bent me over. I thought that would be that, but he just teased and then said he needed a condom.

Luckily (?) I had two in my desk drawer. I couldn't tell you what year they were or what the expiration date might be. I can't even tell you who might have brought/left them, because I know they weren't mine.

He squeezed into it, but it was a tight fit. He bent be back over the desk and speaking of tight fits.......that man stretched my hole. And he pummeled......for four minutes.

It wasn't working for him. Whether it was the position or the act, I wasn't sure yet. He was always a little skittish so with guys like this - and some of you know what I'm talking about - you have to play it delicately.

He didn't go right back to old trick guy, though he pulled off the rubber. I went and sucked him. I stood up and stroked his dong and played with his nipples. I praised his body and his skills. Guys love that shit....myself included. We are not complicated beings.

But this got him stiffer than ever before. He told me to lie on my back on the desk. I complied. His bare dick was still greased up and he lifted my legs. With great skill, he slid his cock into me. Pulled out. Then reinserted.

Almost to himself he said, "no....no.....we shouldn't be doing this....", but you could tell he was conflicted.

"Do you have another rubber?". I knew the risk:  say 'no' and possibly not getting fucked and even scaring him off forever. Or say 'yes' and get fucked, but with a baggie. I brought out the last of the rubbers.

Within seconds of rolling it on, he was back in me.

The man is a master at fucking. But completely selfish fucking. ....not that I'm complaining. There is something hot about a guy only getting off for his needs and not worrying a bit about the guy under him. I'm sure I've touched on this before - haven't I? I can't be the only one who thinks this, right?

Since we had been playing on and off for 30-40 minutes, he wasn't going to last long and didn't. Maybe 7-8 minutes of fucking. He busted his nut in the rubber while up my ass.

Due to that lingering sensitivity issue, he didn't last long up there and pulled out way sooner than I wanted him to, and much too quickly.

Now I didn't take Psych 101 for nothing. I got something out of that class, though we never used examples as specific as this:

With a trash can no more than one foot from him, he peeled off the rubber and dropped it right on the floor between me and him.

In his mind, he knew he couldn't give me the load directly by fucking my ass, but he was leaving me the load. Period.

I wasn't about to let it go to waste and deep down he knew it.

He dressed and left with the promise to return.

I gathered his spent rubber and held it so all juices collected into the tip, to see how much cum he might have shot.

And none of you should worry, but I emptied those contents right onto my outstretched tongue.

And yes, I sent him the picture. He knows what he did. He knew what I would do - though it was unsaid.

And yes, I proved him right.

Holiday Party Aftermath

I was there for a holiday party. Me and 100 or so of the closest people I've never laid eyes on. However, I knew the hosts - both of them, though one I have known for pushing 30 years. Yikes. I possibly knew 2-3 others.

But I got to meet and hang with a group of 4-5 that I seemed to have something in common. They were fun and funny, but that kind of crowd you didn't dare walk away from as you know they'd rip you to shreds.

There were a few draws to the party:  one was the host I didn't know as well. It was my understanding he had a big cock.  The second was I heard they had a sex room for those willing, while others just enjoyed the drinks, food and seasonal company.

Indeed there was a room with a sling. A TV for porn, but it wasn't playing anything. No one was making a move to that room - and oddly, I didn't want to be the first.

As it turned out, no one made the move to be first. At least by the time I left at 12:30a. Shame. I had a good time, but not the experience I thought I'd be having.

The next morning, I got a message from that host I wanted saying I should have stuck around another hour - as that when things got started. Not sure why so late, but oh well. I was up front and said I was sorry, as I wanted to see and feel his cock. He was just up front saying he really wanted to fuck my ass. Double bummer.

Knowing they had a house full of guests, I invited him to my place, but he had to help clean up or his partner would kill him.  Triple bummer.

A few minutes later, I got a message back saying, I should come over and he'd fuck me. His partner gave him the ok to breed my ass. I wasn't sure how it was going to work, but I headed over there. He said the front door would be open. It was.

"Dan" met me at the door. I passed "Bill", his partner, and nodded. He nodded back, not a word was spoken. I was taken down to the rec room as Bill was cleaning up the kitchen.  Dan told me on the way down, "the bartender from last night is crashed on the couch, but he has 9" so if he wakes up, it might be fun".

I remembered the bartender. At least behind the bar and clothed with cowboy boots on, he looked hot in his own way. It could be fun.

Down in the rec room, I immediately rubbed Dan's dick. Soon it was out and in my mouth. Growing. Pushing 8.5", but it was the thickness that was impressive. It was literally a tube of meat. I'm not patting myself on the back, but soon enough my nose was in his pubes. He liked it. I loved it.

His hands were on my head, then down my back as I took him into my throat. You know how that goes - then they trailed down to my ass, under my jeans. Since I was commando, his hand found my crack. I couldn't get out of those pants fast enough.

At this point, not a word was said. Even noises were at a minimum as the bartender slept four feet away.

We both disrobed completely and I was on my knees, shoulders down as Dan put his spit-slicked cock to my hole. Granted, it was a tight fit, but he pushed into me, and I sank back onto him. It felt good. It felt right.

Dan wasn't fucking me hard - just slow and steady. Very slow actually. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said he needed some lube. I thought for a second it was odd, as things were moving nicely, but he's the top!

A few minutes later, his cock properly slick, he was back in me.

Later, he would tell me that he needed lube to minimize the friction. He felt so good with just spit, he thought he would cum too soon and the lube desensitized him a bit.

This is why I'm not a top. I don't know these things.

Dan went on to fuck me for quite a while. Mind you, he probably got off only a few hours before this, since the back room party got started late, but that was ok, I like being fucked.

Mind you, at the beginning I was being somewhat quiet thinking the sleeping bartender should sleep, but part of me want his 9" dick. So "maybe" I moaned more than was needed as Dan pumped my hole. The trick worked and the bartender stirred and looked up.

But he just got up, and walked to the bathroom - jeans on, no shirt. On the way back out though he didn't button up. He walked right in front of me and presented his dick. Naturally I opened my mouth and took it in. It was flaccid when it started, but I got it fully erect, though it was easily 2" shorter than 9.

Since I was on my knees, shoulders still down, taking it up the ass, the feeder's angle was all off. He tried squatting and even sitting on the floor. Finally, I leaned over and dragged a folding chair over - he sat in it, spread his legs and I was finally getting it from both ends.

Due to the house still being full of sleeping guests, ones who were not as open as we were being, we still remained fairly quiet. Actually, except for a few sighs, the bartender said not a word, though his hand went behind my head.

Dan kept fucking my hole, slowing down at times, which again I later found out was to stop him from cumming too soon. But in theory the launch code had been activated and it was only a matter of time - not that I knew it.

Dan's in and out motions never quite changed in thrust or severity. There was no pre-vocal warnings to his eminent ejaculation. Soon there was just a defining moan, with both the bartender and myself knowing what was happening. And it happened for a while.

Dan had a large load, especially since it had only been six hours since his orgasm. Of course he stayed in for a minute while I milked his bone.

As he pulled out, the bartender pushed my head off his cock stood up and walked around to where Dan was exiting. Without a word, without ceremony, he pushed in right up my ass. He was truly a man of few words. He said nothing. Some grunts, but that was about it.

Dan had moved in front of me and I was cleaning off his dick while bartender just fucked to his own content. I was barely apart of the equation. He did know me, I didn't even have him get me a drink the night before, as the beer was just self-serve.

It didn't matter. I didn't matter. For him at that moment, I was a utility, but I put myself in that situation and I wasn't complaining even if I hadn't.

The man finally said two words amongst some groans, "ohhhh yeahhhhh".  It was low. The voice wasn't going to carry upstairs for anyone else to hear. I'm not even sure he said it for anyone other than himself, like some kind of affirmation of getting his nut.

Like walking out of the bathroom to my mouth, there was no fanfare to him finishing, pulling out and going back to lay on the couch. Dan just smiled.

We both put on our clothes walked upstairs. I nodded again to Bill and left.

Anonymous (?) Hotel Fucking

Is there any true anonymous sex anymore?

It's getting harder and harder to find. Gloryholes, even in some bookstores, have been eliminated. Cruising parks has been cracked-down upon by rangers and police. And the biggest culprit is the iPhone apps for hook-ups.

You get far too much information offered and asked before one actually does the deed. I might not know they're name, but I certainly know their screen name and how close they are to me - along with their likes and dislikes, etc. Or the ones who go on a fucking rant about not wanting to hook-up or aren't looking, though they're on a site for such things.  Anyway...........

I got back to my hotel much later than anticipated, missing the chance to be tag-teamed by the previous guy and another he had found. I was bummed, but almost too tired to care (in between him fucking me the first time and leaving for my event I did suck off three guys - nothing special enough to warrant a separate post). It's not like I was going without.

But as I settled into bed, I did check the on-line apps to see what was what and who was wear.

Since I was near the airport, not tons of folks fewer than five miles away - and while that's not far, it's also not as the crow flies. Yet one guy hit me up. His pic looked handsome.

55, 6'0", 185, 7" and hairy.

My lights were already out, but he asked I leave them off, crack the door and be on my knees, ass up. He'd be there in 10-15 min. I got up and cracked the door and assumed the position.

Mind you - I see ads like this on craigslist all the time, at least the offering of - but never actually had it happen. That was about to change.

True to his word, the guy was there in 10-12 minutes. I heard the door open and close. I heard pants being discarded. I stayed facing the opposite wall or head into a pillow. Never did I turn around. Never did I utter a word. Nor did he.

There was the sound of him wetting his cock with his spit. There was a heavy sigh as he hit the target (eventually) and sank his head in.  ...and then the rest of his shaft.

There was the sound of me snorting poppers and the in and out of his wet cock entering and leaving my moist asshole. Repeatedly.

I know I moaned when he fucked me hard. Not loud, but audible for him to hear. He knew what he was doing had an effect.

After 8-10 minutes there was a deep thrust and the only groan he would give, though it was a long drawn out one. I knew what he was doing.

My head stayed in my pillow as I milked his cock with my muscles.

I heard the pants go on. I heard the belt being buckled. I heard the door close.

I never heard a word of thanks, nor did I give one. I pulled up the covers and went to bed with a stranger's load in my guts.

While it was not completely anonymous, it was the closest thing in a while.

Hotel Room Breeding

"Let's get some dick in you now" was a reply I received from an ad I placed while I was traveling.

45, 6'1", 190, average build, 7" thick, hairy and had a goatee. The accompanying picture was nice too.

As you can see from the post opening line, he was insistent on coming to my hotel room and I did ask for aggressive men, so I shouldn't have been surprised. He was hoping others had answered as well and would be there, but timing is everything, so it was just him and myself.

I was slightly disappointed when opening the door. Physically, he was fine, but he came off a little effeminate and I was not digging that. But that said, he turned it around quickly and was a bit more masculine and soon his clothes were off and I was on my knees.

The man used "boy", "faggot", "son" and "cocksucker" an awful lot while using my mouth and pinching my tits. No doubt I probably responded positively to his first attempts and he ran with it.

I sucked him. I ate his ass. He did nothing to me or my dick - which is just honky-dory to me.

Eventually it came down to the main event. And we did it in multiple positions. This guy had warned me he is not a fast fuck and it was true. He was a slow, methodical fucker who took his time and went deep.

The guy took at least 60 minutes to bone my ass.  I'm not really complaining because he knew what he was doing and talked dirty the entire time. If I had a complaint, it was I missed two other opportunities because I couldn't check my phone - and they had moved on while I took it up the ass by this guy.

I did think with that talk and that skill, there'd be a better warning system for when he dropped his seed, but there was nothing more than a mid-stroke, "oh shit, here it comes....."

He pumped a five day load into me, according to him.

And afterwards, he wanted to cuddle a bit - which is not my style. I couldn't shake him no matter how hard I tried, though he did promise to come back later at night with a buddy he'd find and then they'd both fuck me. I let him "cuddle" for that reason alone.

I was ok with being pimped out this way, thinking I'd be back from my event in time for it to happen, but alas I missed that window. But that left me open for another opportunity as well.

Instant Message - pt 2

I sat in the lobby to read the message that had come through - and to see who else might be 'near by', since I was in the exit of a billion airport hotels. SOMETHING had to be around.

As it turns out, there were a few around, but mostly not in a room.  ...except the one who had messaged me.

Again - another one where I'm thinking, 'I'm flattered, but why me?'

31. maybe 5'10", 180. ...and in military dress. No military drag - like a costume party. This guy was the real thing. As it would turn out, he was a Marine.

FUCK.

But he wanted a blowjob and well, I wanted to give him one.

His hotel was less than half a mile away, and I found it and his room with no problem. Like the ginger, he left his door unlocked for me to walk in. Like the ginger he was on his bed, naked.

Unlike the ginger, the lights were on and the blinds cracked. No one could see a thing if they were wide open, but hey what can you do? And the TV was blasting ESPN, no one was going to hear anything other than yesterday's college basketball scores if they were outside the door trying to eavesdrop.

I take off my shoes and that is it. I walk over to the side of the bed, drop to my knees and take his cock in my hand and admire it.  It is a good 7". It has heft to it - it's dense. The shaft is thick. The head is beautiful and big. It's a shame he only wants head.

But it's his gig and I'm there to serve, not direct.

For a few minutes we were perpendicular. with me really worshipping this cock. It was superb. It filled my mouth just right. But the angle was wrong - even though he didn't know it.

I had him turn and lay down so his legs were hanging over the bed and I was between them. From this angle I was able to work some oral magic. And this boy did think it was magic.

Mind you, I've had plenty of experience performing fellatio on men, so I've picked up a few tricks that normally (not always) make a guy quiver and now and again they can't help verbalizing what they're feeling.

This was one of those men.

Since these techniques are patent pending, I'll save them for when they are protected.  :@)    Sorry.

I love that this tough Marine was thrashing around on the bed in the throes of ecstasy. Swearing, laughing, shortness of breath - all at the same time. He was digging my blowjob.

Several times, either through his verbal warning, or his pulsating cock, I knew he was close. I totally backed off.

There are times you just want to finish the blowjob and there are times you want it to last forever. This was one of the latter. He had such a great cock - a perfect dick, even  - that I wasn't ready for this to be over.

I went down and licked his sac. His full sac. Nice set of nuts on the soldier.  But I went further south. And then further still.

While it is possible this boy had been fucked in the past, it had been a rare rare instance. He wasn't the type of guy to shy away from a tongue in his ass, so maybe he had that before, or maybe he didn't know what was coming. He loved it.  But the boy was so tight, it is doubtful he'd ever been entered with anything but a tongue.

I was going back up to his dick and he asked if I wanted the load. I assured him that I most certainly did. He asked me where I wanted it and I said anyplace he desired.

Of course, since this was an oral visit, I assumed that meant the mouth or on the face - I needed him to be comfortable with the choice.

"How about up your ass?"

I stopped sucking for what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably 10 seconds. "Sure - if that's what you want.", I replied hoping he was really meaning it and not trying to tip my hand.

"How'd you like to get fucked by Marine cock?", he growled.

I swear, if words alone could get me off without the sense of touch, those would have been eight words to do it.

My clothes were still on - and I didn't want time to change things. I unbuckled my pants, dropped them around my ankles and kneeled on the side of his bed. With only my spit and a little of his - he pushed into my hole.

Mind you - I thought I was equipped to take his dick easily. But that head. That fucking big head made me feel every fiber of nerve in my ass. In a good way.

He just sunk down, making sure every inch disappeared. I would say he was 80% in when it started to taper to a narrower base making that last push so delightful. My ass just melted around his shaft, grabbing onto every inch of that cock.

The Marine took four or five deep strokes and stopped.  "Is there already a load in there?" he queried.

I hesitated on how to answer. On one hand he could be turned on. On the other, he could think I was a fucking slut who was letting anyone put it to me. I took the risk.

"Two."

To be honest, no one has ever gone in and said they felt another load. I wasn't sure if it was an urban myth or not. I guess it's a real thing.

He paused only for a second. "Awesome" and started pumping harder.

Now the dude was near the edge when I was sucking him and I didn't expect him to last long here. He lasted longer than I thought, but not by a great amount. Maybe 7-8 minutes and he was adding a third load to my fucking ass.

Grunts. Groans. Swearing.  Just like you'd think a military man might do.

Again, I asked him to keep that cock up me not only because I liked the feeling of his thick shaft filling me up, but I didn't want that big head to pull out the load with it.

Eventually he slipped out, as they all do.

He went to grab a towel, but didn't expect me to drop to my knees to clean him off.

You can see the beauty of the shaft and head.  And that was mean licking him clean - right from my ass. He stood and watched, smiling.

I stood up and pulled up my 501s. He was still all smiles and just said - "fuck man, I still can't get over whatever you were doing with your mouth - that was fucking awesome".

I think it's fair to say - this is the best way to support the troops.

Instant Message - pt 1

Yes, a story in two parts.

There are good and bad things about some of these on-line hook-up sites (Scruff, Mister, A4A, etc). Instant success or instant failure. Or you see they read your message and never even have the guts to acknowledge you.

Or, you have the manic guys who message you 100 times. Are they manic?  ADHD? Too much meth? It's a crap-shoot.

A few days ago, I got a message from a very attractive 26 year old ginger.  ....at 06:45a.

Mind you, I was awake, but barely. He could easily see I was 18 miles away, and at the beginning of rush hour. But could I come to this hotel NOW.  And not just come now, but be there NOW.

Dude, best case scenario if I was walking out the door it'd be 25 minutes. But that wasn't working for him. Maybe we could do it later in the day when he woke up.  Oh - and he said I had to be squeaky clean (inside) or he'd sent me away.

So he wanted me at 6:45a, and expected me to be running clear that time of the morning?  Dream on, pal!  And that going to bed at this time made me think he was a meth head. But when he said he just checked in and was checking out at 5:00p, and he was close to the airport, I figured he was a flight attendant.

However, I was intrigued.
A. He was kind of demanding and self-assured for a 26 year old.  and
B. for as many guys as I've slept with (and there have been plenty, I don't recall one ginger or red head.

I know!

So, I was in and we agreed on 2:30p.  But lo and behold at 12:30 he texts me (as I was finishing sucking off GDD) and tells me he's ready NOW.  Ugh.

I left within 15 minutes and told him I'd be there at 1:30.  Every five minutes I'd get another text - when will you be here?  how much longer?  It's still 1:30, dude - laws of distance and physics still apply.

He texts me his room number and that the door is unlocked. He said to strip when I came in and come suck his cock.

I opened the door to pitch black. I bolted and chained the door for no surprises of anyone else he might have around. I stripped and walked over. His dick was soft but nice. His pic showed a respectable 7.5"

and thick.

It grew in my mouth and that's all he wanted it to do, though he aggressively held my head in place and pushed me down. I think he'd have liked to choke me on it, but hell, I know what I'm doing.

Yet, the sucking was all of two minutes of foreplay. He pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed.  "Get on all fours".  I barely had time to hit the poppers before he pushed his cock head into my ass. It was only seconds later he was buried balls deep.

It felt fucking great.

I kept thinking, for 26, he fucks like a pro and for 26, he is a natural dominant person. Granted, at that age, I knew I like to take well more than give, but fuck - he was all business.

He fucked hard for about 7-8 minutes and pulled out. While he said he wanted me on my back, as I started to go there, he goes, "oh no......." and pulled me over to his dick. I knew the score. It was to go in my mouth - right from my ass.

I took it. I took him to the fucking root and used my tongue on his shaft for him to know I was ok with ass-to-mouth.

He pushed me off and back, lifted my legs and without ceremony plunged into my ass down to his short hairs.  We fucked like that for another five or so. Then there was another pull out,then another ass-to-mouth session.

Get on your knees again. I did, but this time he buried my head in his pillows....and then SLAM - his dick was in me again. Pumping. Pumping. Pumping.

I was just a hole on his layover. A place for him to find some pleasure and relief before getting on another flight.

All the pumping sent him over the edge. He unleashed with fury, if the pulses I could feel were of any indication. Or the grunts he made that anyone passing in the hall would know exactly why they were being made.

When he was empty, he lay on top of me for a minute, while I probably whimpered my thanks. Then he pulled out.

BTW - why is it always a much different feel when a guy pulls out after cumming than he does while still fucking and changing position?

After the 'plop' of the pull out, he remained a top of me. He was talking dirty while my head was still in the pillows. He said, he wanted to suck a load out of him, so I would be forced to taste him on my the rest of the day.

As he made this talk, he kept sawing his cock up and down the length of my ass crack. He'd talk and talk, and rub and rub.  About five minutes into this he asked if I wanted another load.

Of course I did!  But with all his talk of making me swallow it, I assumed I would be going to my knees to drink it. However, after I said, "yes, I'd love another load", he plunged his cock into me and shot a second round.

Beautiful.

This time it was pulled out completely and in haste. He got off me and stood, waiting for my exit.

Normally, I would just go, but considering some earlier attention to detail, I dropped to my knees and cleaned off his cock again - straight from my hole.

After a minute, he pushed me away.  "I need some sleep", he said, plopped down on the bed.

He may as well have just said, "Get the fuck out, now!".  Which I did. I dressed in the dark, not even tying my boots, opened and closed the door.

By the time I reached the lobby, I had another message from a nearby man in need.

Talks a Good Game

You know the kind of guy I mean. If he's not all talk and zero action, then his talk is exaggerated at best.

And I fell for it - hook, line and sinker.

Don't get me wrong, "Mark" wasn't horrid or anything, he was just fair. Of course, I built up a few weeks worth of text up in my head as a guy being better than he is.

Oh yeah - weeks of text.  He was the master of never following through or something suddenly coming up. Or that, I'll text you tomorrow and we'll set a time.......and then tick tick tick....and all of the sudden he was unable to reply to your messages. You get the drift.

But there we were - finally. His picture were much better than the actual being. He looked like a down and out Danny McBride.  ...and not in a good way.

He had been claiming 8" and he was off by at least an inch. It was nice, but not eight. And for all his skills that he had, he was, again, fair at best.

The man was maybe an inch shorter than myself - possibly two. But he couldn't get an angle to work bending over the desk. I get that. So down on the floor we went.

Due to his texting, I thought the man would have a foul mouth, but he did not. It was just a quiet fuck and he hammered away. If he felt good doing it, I have no idea. It was ok for me, and I'd say nothing to write home about - but here I am, writing about it.

In a way, I'm glad to have it off the table. I don't have to feel the need to respond to his texts right away - hoping to get a piece. I might be surprised if either of us texts each other again. As you know, it's as much about the hunt as it is the kill.

There was no kill. I'm here to live another day and to tell another story or two.  And I think you'll REALLY like the next two.

Mediocre

Guys are like music - you notice the good ones (men and songs) and you notice the really bad ones too. It's the mediocre that no one gives a second look.  The guy with no distinguishing features that you just pass by and never think 'what if'.

I'd argue that most of us do it - including the mediocre guys themselves.

Had he provided pictures, I might have passed. But the stats were ok.  44, 5'10", 190, 7 thick inches. No shabby.

He didn't mention that 30 of those lbs were his gut alone. He didn't mention pasty white and a second chin - one that was only accentuated by his weak goatee growth. And I was less than hopeful for his truthfulness in cock size when he arrived, stripped and sported maybe - maybe!!! - 1.5".

Doing my oral duty - though that was not either of our end game - he did eventually spring nicely to almost 7.5" and yes, he was thick. I need to be more patient with growers. I immediately jump to the almost standard gay classified lie of adding 1-2" to their dick size.

True to our discussion, he used sucking to get him hard, but other than that, all he wanted was hole. Mine.

First it was all fours.  He was thick and I felt every inch of girth. He had enough lube, but he wasn't really skilled at the art of penetration and repenetration.

Maybe his mediocre looks held him back at gaining experience - I don't know. And you know guys, you can't tell us anything. So he wasn't taking direction well. Or even listening.

When he'd pull all the way out, he'd miss the my hole by a good inch, but just kept jabbing a non-entry point. I'd have to reguide him to his destination.

But even when he was in, he basically sawed more than fucked. He clearly did it only for his pleasure - which I totally get from a top. He just wasn't that nuanced.

While trying to talk to him during sex, because I like the dirty talk, I asked if he had a big load. He replied he did - then went on to say he had not come in weeks.

WEEKS? I replied.  He affirmed that. Not even jacking off due to some pinched nerve.

He then wanted me bent over a desk, which was good for me, but he had more problems with that position so it was back to the floor, on my knees, but this time, my shoulders to the floor - ass WAY up.

He liked this better and that was ok.

Overall, I'd say the fuck took about 20 minutes, but without much warning he told me he was going to blow. And did he.

I could feel the pulsing of his cock, but more importantly, I could feel the warmth of his load as it spread through my guts.

I loved how he stayed in and didn't immediately pull out like many do. He let me milk him - every drop of him, or at least most of them.

Maybe the poor guy needs some experience. Maybe I should help him out with future visits.