Thursday, September 26, 2013

Not a Word

He came alone.

Except for the first time Gnarly Dicked Dad and I hooked-up, he's always brought a "buddy" with him to watch or participate.  The way he set up this encounter made me think someone would be tagging along.

I like the tag-alongs.

But here he was at the door.  Alone.

That meant nothing. His "friends" have been known to show up after we have gotten started. But I didn't ask, as GDD was on the phone. Well, his phone was on, as was his bluetooth device.  As I opened the door, he put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet and then pointed to the device around his ear.

He walked in and to my office, listening to the conversation, of which I could hear voices but not actual words. I assumed he was wrapping up his call and we'd begin our scene.  I checked work email and such, but he began dropping his zipper, then his belt, then his pants.

I got the message. This was starting NOW.

I went over and dropped to my knees - he started talking to his client and colleagues about recruitment packages for CFOs and upper management.  I stuffed my mouth with his cock.

This cock:

It is a nice fat piece of meat.  He knows it - and he knows I know it.  The guy isn't exactly a looker (he's not horrible either), but he's confident with a big dick and that counts for a fuck of a lot.

I slobbered on the shaft.  I deep throated that monster meat.  I bobbed. I licked. I nibbled.

I did all the things that a cocksucker can and should do to a slab of beef.

Of course, I also worked his sac.


I am more a fan of the licking the nuts than the sucking of them, but I'll do whatever the guy needs or wants. He was up for licking.

I noticed, and wondered if his phone colleagues did, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He never muted them, so he wasn't doing it for my benefit. He always seemed in complete control, so maybe he was unaware how his respiration's had changed.

I was actually palming his meat while I was down licking his nuts when he tapped me on the head and pointed to his dick with some urgency.  I placed my lips over the head and sank down about three-quarters of the way when his honey poured out into my mouth.

Then it shot.  And shot.  And shot.

He never made a sound. I could hear his staff still chatting with the client. He never gave up the ghost of what might be going on right under their noses....or ears, as the case may be.

I nursed that dick too.  I swallowed his seed while his cock was still in my mouth then would tighten my mouth and lips to orally squeeze out any little drop remaining.

And even after I extracted that rod from my mouth, I used my hands to squeeze two more pearls out which I made disappear before his eyes, as he was looking right down at me - literally and figuratively.

I sat back on my heels and he stood up, pulled up his pants, fastened them and walked out while still on his call - never saying one word to me.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Strictly Academic

He got a hold of me on Adam4Adam.

I don't know how the demographics work in other cities with this app is, but it skews heavily to African-American men.  This isn't an issue for me, if it were, I wouldn't have my profile up on the site.

Here he was, an African-American man from across the country, yet only a mile away, hitting me up and saying things to get my engine revving.

He was 43, 6'3", 190 with 8".  It was a good start.  His profile even said he was on the DL.  I knew not to ask for a face pic.

He was a top who was ok with oral but that was not his end-game.  He wanted ass.  That was ok. I was in the mood to take it.

But before we got to that, there was a lot of back and forth "chat". He started with how my ass looked, and how he liked it. It went on about how he thought I'd be into sucking him but hoped I'd "feel the urge to take it up your ass at some point".

He got points for directness.

He went on to tell me how he could imagine the hole twitching at the touch of his nice hard cock.  Fuck that, bud - it was twitching while reading the text message.

He (I got no name) continued on how he'd keep me guessing with a slow fuck, then faster, then not - wanting to create sensations in my ass.

I was done with the chatter, but was up front with him. I needed time to "prep" for that but he replied back that he was in a hotel room down the road and had to check out in 40 minutes.  Drat.

He said he liked to get head too - making a cocksucker take his dick into the throat, make him hold his breath and even gag, pulling it out to see spit on his dark meat.  Then he went right back into 'fuck' mode - saying how sucking is just a prelude to a good fuck - and that he liked to alternate between the ass and mouth.

He was saying all the right things. He insisted he didn't press the ass to mouth things, but when I said he should, he amped it up a bit after I told him a firm grip on my head wouldn't give me much of an out of not taking it that way.  He took the bait.

I said I'd be down in 5-7 minutes. He was waiting outside and since I had no face pic of him, I knew, but he was not what I expected.

This guys was button downed, white collar, salt and pepper haired black.  He was upstanding, but I should have known that by the hotel in which he was staying.  He looked like a professor at the college  to which the hotel was adjacent.  He probably was one and visiting at that.

The guy said he'd already checked out of his room. I was aggressive and told him to go back in and tell them he was checking out at 1:15p, since his airport shuttle came at 1:30p.  He did - and got the key back and told me his room number.

By the time I reached it, his pants were down and shoes were off. He removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, but it remained on as did his undershirt.

Since we had 30 minutes at most, I was down on my knees sucking his 7" semi hard dark dick. It only got about an inch longer as it stiffened, but that was cool. I love that he hangs big.  Soon enough, that cock was pointing right at me.

He pulled me up by my pits and placed me on the edge of his bed, on my back.  With my spit and some from his mouth to hand to dick, he lined up and started to put pressure on my hole.  As he had predicted in an earlier text, it blossomed and opened up for him. Slowly and steadily he pushed in until I felt his wiry short hairs against my cheeks.

The man was determined. You could see it in his face. His tongue was out and almost glued to his lips, was the intensity look he was sporting. Concentration on getting it, keeping it in and fucking me, all while mentally knowing he had a deadline.

Mr. Traveler was taking long, deep, dick strokes. Each one was hitting rock bottom in me, yet his face remained stoic. I wasn't sure he was enjoying it until as he bottomed out, I gave a few squeezes of my muscles around his shaft.

His eyes closed for a second, he stopped moving and he quivered.  He told me I was a "white bitch".

While I liked that and wanted to respond in kind, the man in the text was dirty, the man on top of me seemed a bit more refined and upstanding, even though he had his cock in a stranger.  I didn't dare respond to his 'white bitch" comment.

For another five minutes he continued to fuck me.  The verbal he delivered in his text didn't translate to during the deed. But he had co-workers in near-by rooms, so who knows.

Due to lack of facial expressions, for the most part, and little verbal, I wasn't aware he was so close.

"You want it up your ass".  There was no question mark on that sentence.

"You're gonna put it up there no matter what I say", was my comeback.   "You're damned right".

He bit his lip, closed his eyes, concentrated and pumped for another 60 seconds or so before I felt his dick just spasm inside of me. I could feel every twitch of that black cock.  He just continued to flood my guts.

As he eventually withdrew, he told me I was the best piece of ass he had since being in town. I wasn't surprised he'd sampled others, but it was nice to know I met or exceeded his expectations.

He went to the bathroom just as housekeeping knocked on the door.  He was approaching 1:15p.  I slipped on my shorts, I thanked him for the fuck, he nodded and l left.

Hours later, assuming he was at the airport or between flights, he texted me: "Sorry it was so rushed. I'm glad I got what I needed and pleased you gave it up for me".

Spoken like a fucking true top!

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Beat the C(l)ock

Sometimes timing is the worst enemy we have when it comes to having sex.  There is the guy, the place, the want, but not the time - either that he's free, you're free or things unexpectedly get in the way.

Most of the time when something "suddenly comes up", you figure the guy is flaking, because usually they are.  But I know this guy was not - if something came up, then it did indeed happen.

You've read about our exploits here, here and here.

Due to some scheduling and other unexpected delays (for both of us), we have not gotten together for a few months, but that was to change last week.  It happened and it didn't all at the same time.

As I was on my way to get fucked at his place, he sends me a message of delay and possibly cancellation.  FUCK!  I needed this and wanted this.  He did too.

Since I had driven that far, I hung out at a Starbucks for a bit, biding my time.  He eventually told me to stop over if I wanted, but didn't promise the chance of anything happening. Hell, I'd made it that far, why not at least stop in?

He got off one conference call but had maybe 15-30 minutes tops before the next one.

For anyone else, 30 minutes would be fine, but this is a man who fucked me for 60, 75 and 90 minutes respectively. I don't think he knows what a 30 minute fuck is. I'm not sure he knows that 30 minutes is 15-20 minutes longer than most guys go for.  He's a champ.  A fuck champ.

I was already for a quick fuck session, but he wanted my mouth - on his and on his cock. I did both for a while. Only then was it off his bed and into his sling.

I have only been in a sling once, it was years ago and I can't say I enjoyed it - not so much the apparatus as the guy standing between my spread legs.  And a sling in a basement on a January day, is a cold cold thing to lay back on when naked.

But here I was, laying back on his sling, my feel over to the side placed on a type of bar, letting him step between my legs at just the right height for him.  As it should be, it is his sling.

Where I guess one could feel vulnerable, I didn't.  I wasn't shackled anywhere, and even if I were, I know this guy enough to feel safe.  We joked about a safe word and if 'stop' counted.  It doesn't.

The man stepped up, lubed his 7" dick and pushed it through my opening.  It felt so fucking good.

It'd been so long for us, he hesitated for a few to see if I was alright - and trust me I was.  He proceeded to insert his cock inch by inch until he was fully in.  Then we started moving.

Actually, I was unaware of if the the sling provided anything other than a good height to penetrate me. I didn't feel myself move or sway that much with the fucking.  But fuck he did.

The man is good at what he does.  I'm guessing with others too, but I can only speak for me.  I felt his dick deep in me and the more we went at it the harder he fucked.  ...and nice and steady too.  There wasn't much let up.


Now and again, I know he glanced over my shoulder, and I'm guessing at a clock. I could hear IMs being sent to his work PC in the other room, and I know he was cognizant of it as well.  That said, he didn't break stride to worry about it too much, though we both know he had an end point to this fuck.

He did pull out and go down on his knees to eat my just fucked hole.  It felt fucking incredible - and I let him and possibly his upstairs neighbor know it.  He jacked while he was down there.

I figured he was trying to get close so he could finish the deal, but deep down I knew it wouldn't happen.  This is a man who fucks me for 60-90 minutes for a reason.  He likes the fuck, the build-up and the ejaculation it brings. 30 minutes of fucking is a quickie for this man - with no guarantee of shooting.

I hated that I felt I put him on the spot by stopping by when I knew we might not have a chance for any activity let alone 30 minutes of bumping uglies.

Still, he fed his cock back up my chute and started fucking me again - but not for his ejaculation, but for mine.

He wanted to see me cum and fuck it, even though I don't do it a lot with guys, I was going to show him how much he turned me on.

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Yeah - I shot everywhere.  He even joked I hit his wall behind my head. I didn't, but I did see a shot go past my eyes and probably over the sling and onto the floor.  I'm sure he has seen bigger messes.

Just then he had to be back for a webex.

By the time I got my clothes on, he was already dressed and back at his home office desk.  I quietly let myself out..........until next time.

So yeah - he didn't beat the clock, but I did.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Gnarly Dicked Dad and a New Friend

You've read a few entries about Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) - here and here.

He still likes to bring over other men he's met to have me service them in front of him. He likes to be watched. He likes to be in charge.  He likes the others to know he's in charge.  I like that of him too.

I haven't written about all the times he's been over or all the guys. Most are average, but they always feed me. I like GDD's attitude and cock, but I hate that it is impossible for him to get off without using my hand or his.  I have said before, I like knowing my mouth is good enough to get the job done and that I feel a sense of failure when I have to resort to manual methods.

But the other day was nice. Not so much for GDD, but I liked the guy he invited over.

GDD arrived first saying his 'friend' (he has never met these guys, he picks them up via the internet and pimps out my services) will be arriving in a few minutes, via bicycle.  He mentions that he'll probably be sweaty.

I'm actually ok with that and GDD figured I would be.

As GDD begins to loosen his tie, a guy on a bike rides up. I go to open the door for him.  He's 40ish, attractive, athletic.  Not hard on the eyes.

He gets with all of us and he mentions he's just going to sit and watch.  I can't say I was a little bummed, but I like to put on a show and I figure, this is his first time at something like this and he has to be eased into the scenario a time or two before he participates.

I kneel down in front of GDD and take his big, fat cock into my mouth.  I make sure to make eye contact with "Steve" as I do it.  But after that, I focus on my job.

GDD puts on a show for Steve and probably himself. He teases me with his cock. He slowly feeds me. He tells me how to use my tongue on his head (as if I don't know all the trade secrets!). He grabs both sides of my heads with his hands and fucks my face.

I am into it all. I take him to the root and hold it there, so everyone knows I am deep-throating that big rod.

While Steve was wicked attractive, I was paying little attention to him, as he was just watching.

GDD says, "does your wife blow you?"  The answer was no, but with the addendum, "...but that's why I have so many girlfriends".   A straight man who cheats is hot.  One watching me blow another married father was hotter.

I went back to my blowjob.  Steve was quiet.  It was only through GDD's comments that I figured out that he got so excited watching that he unloaded into his hand an onto his own shaft.

No words were said. I came off GDD's shaft and crawled over to where Steve sat.  He never tried to stop me as I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned off all the sperm that lay on his shaft.  I saw some on his left thigh and took that too.  As I came back up - Steve had the right idea, and again with no words, just expectations. He held out his right hand for me, and I cleaned off all the spunk that was on and between his fingers.  Then he held out the other hand.

For whatever reason Steve only wanted to watch, he knew the score and was a willing participant. Judging by one of his comments to GDD, he clearly meant to just blow his load on my face, since I wasn't going to let me suck him this day.

I kind of figured that Steve would put his shorts on and leave after getting his nut, but he didn't. Well, he did put on his shorts, but he had every intention of staying until, as he put it, "took that load and swallowed every drop of it".   I kind of admired the guy for sticking with it.

But as I said, GDD has an impossibility of getting off with just a mouth. He needs a hand - sometimes mine, sometimes his.  So the process of getting him off was slow.  I went to lick his balls.  Steve pulled out his nuts from the top of his shorts.  I was told by GDD to go suck them.

I did.  Steve liked it.  I pulled the shorts a little to the side so I could lick his taint a bit. He moaned.  In a heartbeat, without me asking, his shorts were off all the way and I was lapping at that space.  But you know me - I went deeper and farther south.

This guy had no issues with me getting near his asshole.  My tongue hit it and he fucking loved it.  I stopped enough to ask, "do your girlfriends do that???"  He was panting, I didn't get an answer. I went back to the hole.

I lapped at it, kissed it and of course, snaked my tongue up there. I cleaned his funk - from his bike ride and the long day he had before that.  Then I lay myself back on the floor and told him to sit on my face.

He didn't sit so much as squat.  And for another five minutes I ate his ass out like a pro. The man didn't or couldn't form words.  Clearly, I was doing an ok job.

Steve did sit back down so he could watch me finish off GDD.  But GDD was in stroke mode and told me to stay where I was - on my back as he stood over me.  I told him in no uncertain terms I still wanted that load in my mouth.

With his dick three feet above me, I watched him fist that thick shaft. I winked at Steve knowingly.

GDD gave all the signs of his impending orgasm.  I got up on my elbows, arching my head his way to minimize the distance.  He squatted down a bit, so dick and mouth were about 4" apart.

As always, he had a HUGE load - part going in my mouth, on my tongue or on my beard.  Steve watched it all from the gallery.   GDD's load just kept shooting too - and of course, for good measure, he flicked the remaining drops onto my face and rubbed his dick around for a few seconds to clean it off.

With Steve watching, I started to lick any missed drops up - first just by extending my tongue, then by using my fingers to push the remaining semen into my mouth.

Steve apparently has my email - hopefully he will use it for a one-on-one session.  I think he knows what I can do now, and this time he can be the full recipient of my talent.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

In Bike Shorts

The agreement was to meet up on a bike path and go off into the woods.  I was actually going to ride the distance, but it was scorching hot and a 60 mile ride roundtrip. Instead I just got in my car, in my bike gear and headed his way.

Nick is considerably shorter than I am, but the plan was that I would be on my knees, so it wouldn't matter.  He also wore his bike shirt, shorts, gloves and helmet - just like I did. 

We met, walked down the bath and then found a spot off the beaten path where we were surrounded by trees. While we weren't into getting busted, I don't think either of us would have minded being watched.  Since it was mid-day in middle of the week, that probably wasn't going to happen - and it did not.  At least that we know of. 

He was near a tree pawing at the front of his padded shorts. But even padded wasn't going to hide his 9.5" that was incredibly thick.


I had sucked on it months before at a bookstore and we stayed in touch, though this was our first meet-up since.  Outdoors.  In nature. Doing unnatural things - at least according to some. 

"You wanna suck it?" he asked.  I was on my knees, in the leaves, the rocks, the dirt.  My face went to his crotch - I gnawed on that padding, that lycra, that covered cock. 

"You want me to pull it out?", he queried.  "Not yet" was my reply.  I liked watching and making it grow even more. 

I would have loved to have seen it snake down the leg and out the bottom, but those pants are pretty tight and he was pretty big.  It wasn't going to happen, so peeling them down so they escape was more the answer.

It sprung out and while not hitting my face, I got down there to do my job - tending to Nick's big dick.


Oh, I sucked on it, I licked it, I even deep throated every inch of it until my lips were pressed against his cockring and his pubes. I loved every fucking minute of it too.


While we couldn't stay there forever, I did get him close.  He liked the attention, the outdoors, the thrill of being seen.  So did I. 

We also liked the thrill of us taping it - him with his phone, mine with mine. At some point it might get edited together and put out there.....somewhere.  Time will tell. 

But Nick was close and he had a load - and I wanted it. . Like all porn films, the money shot must be shown. I like taking the load in my mouth, but people like seeing the cum shot - and I get that. 

The man had a big load - some going on my lips, on my tongue and into my beard and across my cheek. It all played out beautifully. 


Of course, he stuck his massively fat rod back in my mouth for me to clean everything up. That seemed fair. 


Oh hell, after seeing all this, do you really need a video?  :@)