Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Back to Black

He answered an ad I placed while I was out of town. Many men answered, very few weren't total flakes.

39, 6' 200, 7" - says he. Black too. He didn't say that, but his attached picture kind of spelled it out.

It's probably safe to say that this year, I experienced more black cock than I have in most of my adult sex life. And while I have gone back, I've returned to black as well. It is not a one or the other situation with me.

I just like cock.

He also failed to say it was a thick cock. Or a big head. Not that I'm complaining. It was a nice surprise and anyways, it is all relative. What one guy thinks is big (or small) another guy thinks differently.

While the ad was for me helping drain a guy's nuts, without being too specific as to how, he replied he needed oral relief.

He deferred the late night hotel visit until the next morning. True to his word, he emailed at 6:30a saying he'd be there in 10 minutes. I got out of bed and propped open the door hoping he wouldn't be freaked and just push in.  Into the room, that is.  :@)

I went back to bed.

Sure enough, I heard him push the door open and secure it shut. It was still pitch black in the room, so I barely even saw shadows. Then I heard buckles being unfastened, clothes hitting the floor, then the sound of a man walking towards the side of the bed.

His cock was out - pointing right at me.  He leaned in enough for me to envelop the head with my mouth. That is when I noticed how big the head was. Then as I went down further, how thick the shaft. ...and he wasn't all the way up. The cock was meaty.

I eventually slunk off the bed and to my knees on the questionable hotel carpet. I fed on his cock like it was my last meal. It was such a fucking great piece of meat. Then after a while he fell back in the bed, spreading his legs wide for me to gain access to that black tower.

While he was clearly hard, there seemed like there could be room for further stiffness. But it was fine the way it was. So I sucked for quite a while - he even laid back, completely getting comfy as I did my work, though he seemed impervious to my tongue action. The nerve!

He would tell me how much he liked having a 'white cocksucker'. So there is that.

Somewhere during the blowjob, he started implying that his cock would feel good lots of places. I greed it would, but trying to be as non-committal as he. I kind of wanted to hear him say it. Eventually he would.

He wanted his thick black cock up my hairy white ass.

He slinked down from the bed, now with both of us on the floor between the bed and the wall. He started chewing lightly on my nipples. I reached up and scooped up some lube and rubbed it on my own hole. If he noticed, he gave no indication that this was happening, but soon he positioned himself.

"Go in easy" meant nothing to him. I suppose it is all relative too. He was built like bull and acted like one too. Some deep breathing let me take him easier than expected. And then he went about to fucking. I went about to accepting it.

For his size and entry, he was actually a very skilled top. He knew how to make me feel good, though I don't know that was his intent. I don't mean to say he tried to hurt me, but like many tops, it was about his pleasure - as it should be.

We started on my back, him above me. He actually fucked hard enough to push me into the nightstand table. A pillow later, I was fine. But then he moved me to my right side, with my left leg lifted up against the bed. With him behind me he went in deep. To me, the angle seemed off, but he liked it. But then it was up on to my knees, still on the floor.

Here, he plowed deed. He plowed fast. The pace was such, that made you think he was going to cum. For the bottoms here - and even the tops - you know how the pace quickens as you start to reach the finish line. The deep, hard pounding you get / give as you see that blinding light at the end of your journey.

But he wasn't quite there. That pace went on for quite a while. And it felt fucking fantastic.

Soon enough he was there though. He buried his dick, and his load. With a few moans, but not big production, he emptied his balls into my ass - coating my guts along the way.

He stayed in for a bit, but slid out, got off his knees and fell back into the bed. As he relaxed, I got between his legs and took him back into my mouth. I cleaned off his left over load and felt the weight of his cock fall against my tongue. He smelled like sweat and set......though tasted fairly clean....save the left over sperm that coated his junk.

For a man approaching 40, he rebounded quickly. Or his cock did. As it began to stiffen more - though it never really deflated - I heard his breathing shallow and then the start of light snoring.

The beached post-coitus whale had arrived.

Men - they're creatures of habit. A 30 minute fuck and orgasm saps every ounce of energy out of them.

I didn't wake him immediately, I enjoyed his dick. It was all mine, no strings. But I purposefully made some movements to stir him. It was then he noticed his hard cock again.

He told me to sit on it.   Nice!!!!!

So I did.


By this time, the rising sun was squeaking through the sheer hotel curtains. I got to see that he was more handsome than his picture portrayed. He was also much darker than he looked in his image.

I like riding a cock - maybe especially a big black one - but I have issues with it too. I get way too excited and could easily end the session by getting my nut off - which is not my job or place. And I can do it without touching myself.

Luckily for me, he told me to 'getting on your fucking back', so I did.

This time, knowing he'd lubed up the hole on the inside and opened up that ass, he went right in, deep and hard. The fuck was hard, it was fast.

You always expect the second fucks to last longer, since they need to build up their load again, but I've found that only to be true maybe 30% of the time (though I haven't really done the math). It seems that the second load is quicker and more animistic.

Sooner than soon, he depositing a second load up my ass. This time I could see his contorted face as he spewed his juice inside of me. It seemed to go on as long as the first one.

Again, he pulled out and lay back. .....and fell asleep.

Now, I kind of wanted him gone. I did have the possibility of another guy coming over. He finally stirred...and kind of got ready to go, but decided to tell me about the guy he had been seeing TWO YEARS AGO....and just started seeing again.....and why they broke up and why they got back together.

It was all I could do to not say: "dude, I don't really give a flying fuck". But I was a nice guy and held my tongue.

He did get a little full of himself.....telling me that I would remember these fucks for a long long time and that they had to be some of the best I've ever had.

They were good. They weren't the best. And for the most part - good or bad (and without this blog), I still remember 90% of all the situations I've got myself into. So yeah, I'll remember......but not because he was off the charts good.

It was a not-so-quick hotel fuck in another city. That's all. Don't make it out to be more than it was, for either of us. It was a nice 90 minutes.

By the way, that other guy did come by shortly after and put me on my knees. I sucked a fucking nice load out of him in less than 10 minutes and he was on his fucking way.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Loft Fuck

He hit me up on BBRT.

For what should be very straight forwardness for that site, there are more 'ask me's than at one which can shake a stick.

Is it possible they don't know if they smoke, take drugs, are positive, what their cock size is or if they do or don't take loads in the ass? Don't make me jump through hoops for a site that literally asks you to spell it out.

I suppose my favorite part are the negative guy who only want negative holes.  ....on a site that straddles the line on promoting unsafe sex.  You know, because, guys are sooooooo trustworthy.

Here he was, hitting me up: 33, 5'9", 165, 7 - 7.5" nice cock. And black. Buzzed head, close to the bone, but still some hair. He had me come to his place and it was a great new renovated loft. Huge. Just moved in.

His profile said he took loads oral, though he never even attempted to suck me. He didn't take them up the ass. No on drugs (a big one for me).

He buzzed me up and opened the door in nothing but gym shorts. I could tell from him tent that he had boxers on or nothing at all. No way briefs could make something exposed so much.

What I love about BBRT is there is, or should be, no pretense. It's about raw fucking. Get in, get out.

With Scruff, while * I * think it should be about the same thing, I laugh at the guys who list 'networking' as their goal. Uh-huh. Or better yet, are from out of town and looking for 'friendships'. I was not born yesterday. You can try to fool yourself, but......

Anyways, in a matter of a minute, I had tugged down his shorts and was on my knees sucking his beautiful black cock. He was so into it, I was afraid he was going to shoot there - and while I love sucking cock (no, really - it's true!), that was not the plan for the day, or why I cleaned out or drove 20 minutes.

I stood up and dropped my jeans. I spit into the palm of my hand slathered his shaft with that slimy kind of spit that makes for good fucking. He asked if I liked spit as lube. I said I did. He liked that.

He was impressed enough with my cock, but told me to turn around and brace myself on the exposed cement pillar that was next to me.

There was no easing in. He pushed past the ring and kept sliding until he hit bottom.

I'll say this - the man knew how to throw a fuck. He gave it to me good. I felt every inch of his dick.

While I liked the idea of the bracing on the pillar, but with him being about 5" shorter than myself, the angle wasn't quite working that well.

I think the original idea was to bend me over his couch, as that is where he had lube, poppers and a towel. And because he directed me over to the couch and bent me over.

There was another good 15 minutes of a total ass fucking. I'm not complaining when I say it was all about him (as it should be) with no regards to if it was good for me. It was, but trust me, I'm not sure he cared. He certainly did not ask.

He kept asking if I liked his black cock. He kept telling me how he like fucking white hairy ass. I told him I loved big black cock up my ass. I gave him all the platitudes he wanted. I told him I wanted his black babies shooting inside me too.

Unannounced to me, he did just that. He made no big production out of it. No verbal warnings or throes of 'passion'.  He just ended up softening a little and sliding out.  Truth be told, I was hoping for some filthy talk as he put his load in me.

While he was softening, he was still a nice size.

I'm not too proud to say that I slipped to my knees and took his cock - the one that had just been up my ass - and put it in my mouth. He didn't stop me either.

I worked my mouth. I worked him into another hard on. I sucked him clean. I sucked him hard - at least to the point he wanted to get off again.

He was honest, he liked the mouth but said that my mouth wouldn't do it for the second time, but just started stroking. I would have gladly bent over again, but he made it clear, this time he wanted it in my mouth or on my beard.

While he stroked, he spit in my face........on my face. And a few times in my mouth.

Honestly, i think that is what got him off. The sub side of me, or better yet, the dom side of him.

Even though my mouth was open and tongue extended, most of the second load went into my beard. Some went into me too.

He started to get me a towel to clean up and then just said - I want you to leave here.....just like you are now.

I needed no encouragement on this. I even stretched my tshirt collar a bit as I was putting it back on, so none of his body fluids would wipe off.

I like both dry on my face, as I went out into the biting cold. I could smell him on me....in me....for hours to come.

Fuck I hope I can another invite.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Where There's Smoke.....

I can still smell his cigar. I can still smell what little cologne he had on as well.

They linger here, even the next day, in my office. Even a week later. It gets me hard.

The cigar did not have an overpowering aroma to begin with, and I like that. I'm sure a better man could identify the cigar brand by the band.


For those who follow my Tumblr, you will notice a plethora of cigar men that permeate a number of the images I post. I find the right cigar pic, the right cigar man, exudes masculinity. I have stated before that Freud was wrong - and that a cigar is never just a cigar.

However, porn, as ruined the reality of so many things, including cigarmen.

They're not all butch. They are not all masculine. They are rarely in shape - and usually I mean horribly horribly out of shape. And in real life they can never really wear a suit or leather (or even a t-shirt) like the men of whom I post.

Such as it is. my actual experience with being with a cigar man is negligible. Still I always remained hopeful.

As it turns out, he found me - by searching out an ad I had placed months ago with the word "cigar" in it. He travels through town and looks for men who are into men with cigars - and an email was sent my way. I responded promptly.

41. Professional. 5'10" 205lb. 6" cut, hairy chest and abs.

While a non-smoker typically, "Mike" enjoys a cigar. And he really really enjoys a cigar and a blowjob. And possibly fucking while smoking.

In my mind, I have always had certain expectations on how I like a cigar scene to go. Without prompting Mike, or telling him any of my thoughts, this came off next to flawlessly.

Mike entered into my office with just a little swagger. Handsome. Professional. Slightly overweight, but he carried it well. He had a dress shirt, pants and shoes on. Immediately, he pulled out his cigar, took it out of the wrapper and clipped the end.

As he held it out a little, he singed the end so when he'd do a fuller light in a minute, the flame would take to the tobacco. I took this opportunity to rub his crotch. He was already hard.

I asked him if he was hard before he got here. He said he was semi, but the scene and that just lighting a cigar makes him hard. And just walking into a cigar shop makes him erect.  NICE! I have heard that from many other cigar men.

As he lit up, I went to my knees and pulled down his zipper.  There I was met with flesh and pubes. Commando - another nice touch. He'd later tell me he likes to go commando because it makes him tent up and he notices men and women taking a second look.  He's in sales, so I have a feeling that helps grab folks' attention.

He was 6", but with a beautiful thickness and a nice head.

While the cigar was in his mouth, his hands went right to my head after I took his cock past my lips. Soon I was down at this zipper, my lips meeting those metal teeth.

The aroma of the cigar was nice and not strong, like some tend to be.

After a while, we asked to sit down, his pants off, his loafers and socks remaining on. This way, he was able to spread his legs, allowing me better access.

I was so happy to finally be in this place, I can't even convey it in this blog where you'd completely understand. That he was a handsome, masculine guy made it all the better.  That he instinctively knew how to guide me up and down his cock was spectacular.

He'd take the cigar from him mouth and hold it to his shaft. He liked the sight. He liked the heat. It was good to look at from my perspective too.

Now and then, I'd look up from his cock (ok, I did this a lot) to see him either looking down at me, letting smoke go, or leaning his head back, cigar between his lips, but sticking straight up.

Again - a cigar is never just a cigar.

He would say the right things. An actual nice professional guy who had needs. He isn't - I think - a pig of any kind. A slight cigar fetish, but clearly I do too, just on the other end of his.

Mike was also very natural at putting the cigar between his fingers, then putting that same hand behind my head to guide me onto his cock.


While he let me got at my own pace most of the time, other times he'd take matters into both hands and either guide me or face fuck me, all the while clenching the cigar in his mouth, or on the back of my head. 

The room filled with smoke, but not obnoxiously so. 

He was also not obnoxious when he'd talk of loving a 'faggot' or 'cocksucker' to give him head while he smoked. And if he could, he'd do it everyday - preferably with a scotch, so he could savor that too. 

Being the good host, I offered some Maker's Mark, but he said, 9:00a was probably too early to do that. It still would have been hot to see it next to him, on the desk. 

Mike also asked if I liked swallowing it or having it shot on my face. I said, that was never up to me. That it was his decision. He appreciated that, but pressed me for an answer. Of course, I wanted it in my mouth - and that was fine with him. 

He did mention that sometimes he liked to shoot it on a cocksucker's face, as he put it, nicely, but clearly and matter of factly: 'to let a bitch know his place'. 

I think I could have shot my load right then and there. 

Of course, I licked his balls. I licked his shaft. He really really really liked the head worked. That was great, though I find many guys find it too sensitive. He did not. So I went to work on that. A lot. 

Many blowjob sessions are quick - or blow n go- as they are known. This was not. He smoked almost the entire cigar as I took my time worshipping that cock. I wanted it to last. He wanted it to last. 

My entire planned fantasy was to make it last too. So this was awesome. 

He wanted me to work his head and I did. I didn't want it to end really, though I know he had to get on with his day and he'd been here for quite a while. 

The sperm flooded my mouth. Either he had not cum for a while or the entire set-up excited him. Or maybe he always cums a lot.  I don't know............yet. 

I captured every drop. I held it there - taking it all in: the smells, the taste, the consistency. All the way looking at him looking down at me. 

Of course, I nursed it afterwards. And he let me. Guys can be too sensitive for that many times. 

I did lick is balls during our session, but not his ass.....though I did get to his taint.  He seemed to like that but didn't open up for me to go further, so I took my non-verbal cues from him. As it turns out, we were both off a bit. 

After I swallowed, he mentioned that sometime he'd like to feel my beard on his asshole. So I lay back and told him to sit on my face. By this point, the crack and the hole were sweaty. And he was still working what little was left of his cigar. He and I played that right down to the very fucking end. 

He was still mostly hard when he got ready to leave. 

Mike seems to be sincere about wanting to get together when he's back in town, which is twice per month. He says finding a guy to suck his dick is easy (and I bet it is for him too), but he can't find anyone to do the cigar scene. 

He just found one. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

25

I've sporadically been doing this webcam shit on Chaturbate.

You read about me getting my 50 tokens, and even with another show, that is where I remain. More would be nice to have, but it's not why I'm doing it. I'm just an exhibitionist.

The last show I did - without a doubt, the best show I've done - was slightly different.

Oh, the mechanics were still the same: me sucking a guy for all to see. Or potentially all to see.

Once again, I placed a CL ad stating my intentions. It was also the intention that the other person not be seen unless they wanted to be. Face, that is. It's kind of imperative that their cock show.

Lo and behold, a few guys answered, though only one came through. But let me tell you, it was the right one.

6'4", 215. Solid body. Middle eastern descent (though probably a generation ago from not being U.S. naturalized citizens), a nice 7" cock.  Oh...........and he was 25.

Twenty-fucking-five years old.

30 is usually my lower end of the age of guys I like to be with, but he was into it and 25 year olds can deliver. Their cocks stay way harder and way easier. And they haven't lived in a world where selfies, social media and generally being ok with on-line nudity didn't exist. They're comfortable with it.

He had a request though: could he bring his laptop and broadcast as well.

What the fuck - why not?  It's not like I was being shy. I was the one in front of the camera. Sucking. Cock.

I know there are many sites out there for webcaming shit like this. He didn't ask what I was using, nor did I ask him. As it turns out we are both using Chaturbate.

So with our laptops basically side by side, his viewership and mine basically saw the same show.

Here's another difference with handsome, well built 25 year olds: they build a viewership much easier, much faster and much larger than someone my age.

On my first broadcast, I had about 120 folks. On my second, I had 320+.  This time I only had 120+. He had 800+.

I should not feel bad.....they were all watching me, but those seemed like impressive numbers. So between us we had about 1,000 folks watch me go down on him and watch me eat his ass.

Like the last time, since it is a webcam show - it seems the viewers like to see that money shot. I get it. I hate hate hate wasting the load like that, or even some of it, but I get it.

The other thing about 25 year olds:  they can shoot.



This was the first jet, but hardly the last.

As you can see it went up and over my head and some of it actually landed on my fucking back. What you don't see it most of the rest went onto my face, into my beard and into my mouth.

Well some of you don't see that. Some of my readers and Twitter followers did catch the show. So they saw.

I have no great plan on how to broadcast plans for these shows. They are all very quickly arranged - as you know how guys are fickle and can flake. So while I'm not necessarily shilling for followers on Twitter, that is the most immediate way to get word out to the 5,218 guys who follow me there.

Feel free to follow me there if you want a notification maybe an hour or two before a show starts. Right now it's been only once every two weeks or so.

But Mr. 25 YO wants to come back. So he says. It's probably more for his own vanity than my talent, but he might have found it hard to find another guy to broadcast with.  I'm happy to fill that void....so to speak.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Fucked Hard

He had advertised for a white guy to come to his house, posing as someone who knocked at the wrong residence. Then I was to ask to use the restroom where he'd come in to show me his big black dick.

I was up for it. As you saw, I'm not adverse to role play.

But that all changed when I contacted him. Then he wanted to come to me. No fuss. No muss. Just him fuck me.

He described himself as average height, clean, masculine and 7".

While I waited for him on a cold day, I turned on my office heater and to keep more heat in, I put up a barrier I had that kept the inner office warmer.

The problem with this barrier is, that it is just an old flannel sheet. And in a makeshift setting a few months ago, I cut a hole in it, large enough for a cock. I created it not that long ago for another black guy who insisted on using a gloryhole, since he was totally on the DL.

This time, honestly, I was just trying to heat the room more quickly as I waited for this guy to show, as I know our most private parts would be exposed. And most likely I'd be bent over my desk.

And he did show. As instructed, the door was unlocked for him, but I didn't really hear him pull in or come on. I heard rattling around beyond the sheet and soon, I saw a black shaft slide through the hole I had created.

It was 7" as promised and fairly thick.  With just a slight downward curve.


As you can see, he had a nice head on top of that veiny shaft. 

This wasn't the plan, but I dropped to my knees and enveloped his big black cock with my pink lips and mouth. He pressed into the flimsy sheet. It is not a professional gloryhole. It was not meant to bare weight. 

I only used my oral skills for a few minutes. After that, I peeled back the sheet and in he walked. Dressed up. Too dressy - too flashy - for a workday afternoon. Well, I mean, if he didn't have a hard cock leading the way. That made it a little more casual. 

There was no ceremony at this point. I grabbed the lube and stroked his cock until it was slick. My pants were already undone, so dropping them to the ground took no time. And then I bent over the desk. 

Wasting no time at all, he pushed right into me. I could truly feel every inch as he snaked all the way down to the root. 

And then it started. He had talent. He had skill. But he fucked like a beast. And I mean that in the very best way possible.

He pounded. He was good. He made it feel good. I think the muscle work I was providing his shaft made him feel good. 

Since my hands still had lube on them from getting him all slick, I touched my own dick while getting fucked. I did not jack. Or I did at the beginning, but stopped. It's not my place to get off- and I don't really ever want to shoot before the guy using my hole does. I don't want to risk the loss of desire and not give him the ability to shoot. 

Sometimes while getting fucked, I don't get or remain stiff. That is not to be a gauge of how good it feels or how much I'm enjoying it. It just happens. And, I've also been blessed with being able to shoot while totally soft. This is a huge turn on to one guy I play with now and again. 

This time was rock hard. I stopped touching myself because I didn't want to become too excited. I had no idea how long his pounding would last. 

...and it lasted a while. Maybe 20-25 minutes. 

But it was about 15-18 minutes into it before I just lost it. He fucked me so hard, or so erotically, and while not touching myself, he made me shoot a 12 day load. 

Since I was bent over, but still over a really nice carpet, I had the wherewithal to cup my hands over the head and catch the majority of it into my palm. Of course, some of it leaked out - there was no way around that. 

If this were a porn movie or a better porn story, the spasming of my ass muscles would have sent him over the edge right then and there. But it's not. And he continued on for another 6-8 minutes before spilling his seed into my guts. 

That is not to say he didn't comment on my ass muscles. That is not to say he didn't or couldn't figure out I was coming - as I never actually said I was. 

I'm not patting myself on the back, but I do like that I took the fuck even though my rocks had gotten off. 

He claimed, as he was getting ready to go, we'd do this again, though now it's been two weeks and I have yet to hear from him. But I'm guessing he has lots and lots of options. 

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Security Check

Going back a month or so on this one........but I'm out of order and still have many adventures to publish.....so hang with me.

I've played with this guy a number of times, and all have been good. You've read about him fucking my hole for 60, 70 and 90 minutes. He can be a dynamo. He's left me sore but sated, and me saying I'm sore is not a complaint.

But now he has a BF. One who moved here from out of town and in theory knows of me, but doesn't know me and hasn't ever seen me. Maybe some video........but nothing of my face. So "John" concocted an idea where I would came over and get fucked.

It was kind of a shell of an idea - that I'd be a guy checking security system and would get seduced into the bedroom. I haven't done role play to this extent, but I was game. I mean - why not?

First off, I thought it would fall apart in the first two minutes and we'd just do our fun little fuck after that. But when I commit to a bit, I COMMIT.

I dressed professionally. John gave me the name of his security company and his landlord, so I could reference each of these upon knocking. I even took an old work ID badge on a laniard turned backwards, so no one could see it wasn't the security company, and wore it around my neck. For good measure, I had a notebook to take information down. Even John wasn't expecting that level of detail.

I rang the bell at the appointed time. John said his landlord texted saying I would be by and he was expecting me. His new bf was sitting across the table from him, both working on their laptops.

I actually pretend to check the window sensors and the box where the unit is housed. I'm wearing tight trousers too. In the kitchen, I see something on their refrig that says something to the tune of: "I'm Gay; Get Over It". John sees me glancing on it and comments.

As I bend over to check a lower sensor, he says, "nice ass"....making sure his bf can hear. I wish I could have caught the look on his face.

"Excuse me?", I say.   "You have a nice ass".

He reaches to cup my crotch. I feigned reluctance, but admitted it felt good. All the while the bf was looking on not sure what to do or how to act. Neither of the two of us let up that this was a game.

Of course, he moved me to the bedroom where he took out my cock and went down on me. What security worker is going to pass up a mouth on a cock?  But soon my pants were around my ankles and he was making more aggressive advances towards me.

As he played with my ass, I said I wasn't sure about this. But then a finger went up and then two.

The bf was handed poppers to hand them to me. I played dumb. "What are these?"  "How you use them?" And I was given a brief tutorial. I kept making them assure me they wouldn't cause me any harm.

Before long, my original guy was trying to work his way up m ass. Of course, I "resisted" but ultimately he was successful. The bf kept feeding me poppers and I just got fucked.

Depending on what position I was in, the bf either sucked my cock or fed me his. But in the end, I was ass up, supported by elbows when the main instigator blew his load up my ass.

I opted not to do the "what are you doing?" kind of scenario and take it as fact that I was just receiving his seed up my hole.

After he got off of me, he noticed I was hard and told me to fuck his bf.

The hard-on kind of lasted, kind of didn't. I got it in but had to fuck his hole with also using my hand as a stimulator. Finally, I was able to get off, but only because the main guy was playing with my tits. Still, it was a big load for his ass.

Afterwards, I asked to use the shower, as I had other appointments I had to get to. Normally, if it were just the two of us, I'd have left there smelling of sex, but I was trying to keep up the act.

I dressed and grabbed my notes and badge and told them when the new system was in, someone would be by to install it, but if they had questions, they should check with the landlord.

It was my understanding that the bf was told of my actual persona a few hours after I left, but that he bought the scenario - hook, line and sinker.

Sunday, December 07, 2014

Distant

He answered another ad I placed for guys wanting to have their cock worshipped and not just sucked.

Actually, he was the only person to answer the ad. Honestly, sometimes I think the frankness of the ads - and not the usual crap of doing 'the dance' - weirds guys out. But while the reply yield might be less, it weeds out the flakes and delivers the guys I'd rather play with.

...at least in theory.

Married. 38, 6'3", 185 and an 'honest 6.5"'. He lived up to his word. He was handsome to boot. A nice body, though the chest was naturally hairless.

He didn't have much fur down there either, and it looked a little ginger-ish in his pubes too.

I like to think I get a decent, immediate read on most guys I hook up with, but this wasn't quite happening here. He looked comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. His face seem wary of what we were doing, but he stripped all the way naked without being prompted to do so. He was clearly comfortable in his own skin.

Then he stood there.  Looking straight ahead. Not at me. Not at anything, that I could tell.

Guys can be like that. Especially semi-straight married ones. They disassociate what's going on around them, even though the stimuli they're feeling can be good or off the charts good. They are the equivalent of the guy in the video booth who never takes his eyes off the screen.

Perhaps they're picturing something else...or someone else performing the fellatio. I don't know. (if any semi-straight guys are reading this, I'd love your input.)

He didn't even look down and I enveloped his flaccid penis.

Sure it grew. And it grew to the reported 6.5". It took a little bit, but I will attribute that to the chill in the air or first time nerves.

The man was quiet. I should have guessed earlier on, but his emails were so immediate and enthusiastic. One man slightly hiding behind his computer screen. When real life confronts him, he clams up a bit.

I can work with that though.

The trouble with sucking a quiet man is that you never really know if you're doing a good job. Yes, I can gauge that his cock is hard and / or dripping, so everything should be all right. But admittedly, I like to hear the grunts, the groans, the words of encouragement - or better yet, of degradation for being a cocksucker - as I fellate a guy.

If hardness is an indication, he liked my mouth. If getting stiffer was an indication, he liked how I made my tongue dance.

But there would be no head grabbing, there'd be no face fucking. Not with this guy - not at least this first time out. Maybe later, if he got more comfortable, he'd do those kinds of things. But I fear he was just a repressed married guy making a rare venture outside his wife's Laura Ashley decorated bedroom.

I did get him to sit down, as he had just been standing in front of me.

Now, normally, I love a guy standing over me. Above me. But I had an ulterior motive, bastard that I am.

He was sitting, me still on my knees. Yes, I sucked him. But I went to his balls, which he liked, but still remained silent whether I used my tongue or sucked them.

So I went deeper.

To the taint.  Then to the ass.

With the latter, I got a muffled whimper. That became louder. Nothing to rattle the roof beams or anything, but I hit a spot that resonated with his inner core. So naturally I went to town, not only because he liked it, but let's face it, I love eating butthole.

His head was back, so he still wasn't paying me any mind. Lost in his own little fantasy that my pink tongue poking in his rear that somewhat awakened him from. It's good to have that shaken up a little.

He almost had to look my way, when I pulled a chair closer to a desk. He didn't know why until I propped one foot upon it, and seemingly he knew all to well. It gave me greater access to his married ass.........and I went for it. And he never once tried to stop me.

Normally, I'd pull a guy's hand away from his cock if he started stroking when I ate ass, but it was the one manifestation of his excitement, so I let him continue.

And while I alternated between cock and ass, I let him play with his cock too long. Or maybe it was my mouth on his bum that got him overly excited - or a combo of the two. But he was ready and I got my lips around his shaft with a few seconds to spare.

The load was bitter, but that's ok. And it didn't shoot as much as ooze, but that's ok too, as it oozed a lot. A fuck of a lot.

He had a spring in his step as he left and once safely behind his computer terminal, has already reached out to me to thank me and hope we can do this again.

That's the attitude, buddy.

Thursday, December 04, 2014

Restrained

We met in the parking lot of a park.

I learned long ago, no matter how tempted, not to expose myself in a place like this. Even the conversation is usually veiled with innuendo so not to be entrapped by a law enforcement officer.

Those scenarios are only fun adult entertainment venues.

It was cold and trying to snow. I was just sitting in my car, looking at apps like A4A or Scruff, just to see who was around. Picking up (or getting picked up) at the park never seemingly happens - not for years now.

But noon on a crappy day like this didn't even bring out the folks who sometimes take a break from the office and eat their lunch in their car. There were a few people who drove through constantly looking for someone.......or someone better. They weren't apt to find it this day. The other ones were the men who probably still had driving privileges but lived at a senior center. The ones who'd take out their teeth to give you a gum job - should that be your thing.

Then a red pick-up truck pulled up next to me. It had seen better days. It has a WVU sticker on the side right above an HRC one. I was facing out, he was facing in. He rolled down a window, and then so did I.

The conversation was brief:  "want to follow me?"  I nodded, though I don't know what I was following him for.

He looked as if he buzzed his hair and was on the chubby side, though not fat - though it was hard to tell.

The drive was all of five minutes back to an apartment building. He did a U-turn and parked in front. I did the same. I followed him into the building, and into the elevator - no words were spoken. It wasn't awkward, oddly enough.

He opened his door, we walked in and took off our shoes. As I did, I noticed a few books on his shelf about dealing with repressed sexual abuse. I took away that he had, in the past, some kind of experience where someone took advantage of him. Of course, that was my take.

Deeper into the apartment, he dropped his clothes. He was chubbier than anticipated, but not really fat. His cock however, was thick. And thicker as it got to the base. He was about 7"long, but it was a lot of girth.

He sat on his sofa, legs spread. I knew what to do. I knelt.

Then I sucked.

Soon, he had his his legs around my head, in a lock, holding me down on all the way on his cock. Again, I gave no indication of my deviated septum, so he had no way of knowing I couldn't really breathe. Nor do I think he would have given a fuck if he had known.

"Take it all".........were his words. I did my fucking best.

"Stand up", he commanded.  I did. And then I stripped as he told me too. I was rock hard.

"Stroke it".  I did.

"Turn around".

His hands ran over my hairy ass. I heard him mutter, "nice".

"Bend over, show me that hole".  I did just that.

With legs spread wide, I bent over, knowing I wouldn't even have to spread my cheeks and that he'd get the view for which he was looking.  Then I felt a thumb at my hole.

"Yeah, that looks good to fuck", he said - probably more to himself than to me. "I want to come in there".

I asked him, 'what did you say?', but all he repeated back was that he wanted to fuck me. But I know I heard more.

"I don't have a lot of time, get in the bedroom".

There was a presumption of me getting fucked. There was no asking if I was into it, or wanted it. I suppose following a stranger back to his place, getting naked and bending over could give one the idea of receptivity.

I was up front and told him I was relatively clean, but wasn't really planning on this, so I wasn't whistle clean. He said that's what towels are for and put one on the bed. He told me to lie on it. When I got on my back, he said, "no, the other way" and soon I was face down.

What I couldn't see - what I couldn't anticipate - was that between the pillows and the headboard, he had attachments that had fallen past the mattress.  Wrist restraints.  He was on top of me when he pulled one out and secured it faster than fast. As I was starting to protest, the second one went on.

I protested of course.

I mean, I tried to be reasonable, saying that I didn't know him and needed to be comfortable with the situation. He ignored me, as he made sure they were secure.

I thought - much later, after the fact - that at what point would I have screamed if something happened. Or would I have screamed at all? In my mind, there is a certain complicity to the situation I was in - and possibly embarrassing. And would being ashamed and found out overrule having something potentially fatally done to me?

Clearly - I'm alive, as I am writing this.

Don't get me wrong. I did protest, but on other levels, there was something highly erotic about this entire event. I even flashed on the books he had on his shelf.

Were they dealing with shit he had as a child, or was it about the scenario we were now in - and one that he had clearly done before to have the equipment at the ready.

I tried to tell him it had been over a month since I've been fucked - which wasn't exactly true - but hoping with that thick cock he'd enter a little easier than what I expected would be coming.

He might have been easier than he intended, but it wasn't an 'ease in' situation.

While I've been trying to go without poppers, right then, they would have been a welcome friend. So I relied solely on breathing. I could feel my hole stretch as he tried to bottom out. As thick as his base looked, and even felt in my mouth, it seemed much larger as he was parting my ass.

Soon enough, his pubes were pressed against my skin.

There was no getting used to his rod in my butt. The fucking began immediately.

I was face down in a stranger's bed, shackled to it as well. He had me where he wanted me. In ways, I had me where I wanted me.

I'd say the fucking was all about him, but so was the park pick-up, the blowing him and showing my hole.

He might have talked himself into that these are things I wanted as well, but this was all for his satisfaction. If I benefited from it, he was probably ok with that, but probably didn't give it much of a second thought. His scene. His pleasure.

He fucked me for maybe 10 minutes.

He asked if I wanted it up my hole. At this point, I was a little stand-offish and said, "would it matter if I didn't?"

Then the very next sound was "UHHHNNNNNNNNNN"

I felt every tremor of his body. I felt every throb and every squirt.

As he had his full weight on me, I felt every aftershock too.

It was the one time I took a little control too. I used my ass muscles to squeeze his shaft, so that he'd tremble with hypersensitivity.

It was a big load. I felt it. I now owned it. It was mine.

We both dressed quickly. The ride down the elevator was a little more awkward, but we parted ways without exchanging names, emails or thank yous.

There was no reason. There should never be another meet-up because this was a spontaneous and fluid event (pun intended). It couldn't be replicated and if it were, it would just seem forced (another pun?)

In a way, everyone got what they wanted.

Monday, December 01, 2014

Golden Shower

He's tough. He's a bit rough. He's distant, by choice.

I've hooked up with him a number of times, but the stories will be out of order. This is the last (hopefully not final) time, I was with him.

He (I have no name) was the other response to my wanting to worship cock ad. The other guy was bad - in a bad way. This guy was bad - in a great way.

Even in early correspondence, he asked about limits - including piss.

I'm on the fence about piss - as I know I've mentioned before. In my mind, I think it's a hot idea. In reality, I can't get over drinking piss. Even being pissed on is a nice idea, but it just rarely works out the way I *think* it should be.

Porn and video editing ruins everything.

But here we were, on our fourth encounter - him asking before arriving if I was ready for his piss.

I had to say 'yes' as I feared if I answered otherwise, I might not get another chance with him. And I want many chances with him.

He is manly. Handsome. Standing 6'2", really nice body, but not over processed and possibly one of the most handsome cocks I've encountered.

A true eight inches. Thick shaft with the most perfect and sizable head.

But the best part is, he knows how to use it.

And he is a man of very very very few words.

The little speaking can be extremely erotic or overly daunting depending on who you are or even when you're together.

This time, like the others (which you will hear about), there was no fucking around - just straight down to business. I led him upstairs to the bathroom. I stripped down and got into the shower.

He did the same.

Normally he is always silent, and this time is no different. But the reasons were: concentration.

You know, that time it takes to 'perform', even if you're just in a bar at a urinal and know you need to go versus actually just doing it.  And now - with me - he had an audience of sorts.

What he had was a sub who was on his knees ready to feel his piss - and I'm guessing he doesn't want a faggot like me thinking he can't perform.

What was probably less than 45 seconds seemed like minutes.

Soon, I felt the trickle of warm liquid dropping on the top of my head.

I know people can 'feel' color, and while I'm not one of them, it felt yellow. Of course I felt that because I knew it was piss. Still, I sensed it my brain that bright yellow fluid was flowing over my shave head and dripping down onto my back.

The stream did not come on strong, nor did it seem like much - and that bothered me, honestly. It probably bothered him, as he's been so proficient in his other areas with me before. But true to form, it is not something we talked about - during or after.

He pushed me into his balls and I licked those. They are beautiful too. I think he shaves them but there is always just the slightest roughness to them, as if the hair has just started to grow back. Even the first time we met, I offered to clean them up for him anytime he wanted. I got zero response.

So I licked his balls. I tongued them nice and gentle, just slightly running my tongue over them to give him a shiver up his spine. I was hoping to get things flowing because I know if I made him hard with my mouth on his cock, the piss would take forever to flow.

It somewhat worked as there were a few more streams of his yellow gold. Still it hit the top of my head and rolled backwards as I was still between his legs.

I went further back and hit his 'taint and then his pucker.

He muttered, "finally you're doing something right!"

I know he loves his ass eaten.

Unfortunately, I did not get to do that much. He found his footing, so to speak and the piss started to flow.

It was hot and warm, depending on where it hit - and the heat was not fully on in the house on this cold day - so even the warm urine turned to a cold feeling after hitting the skin for more than a few seconds.

It was pungent. He wasn't drinking water all day, that's for sure.

But he took aim and now coated my head, which I then lifted. The stream hit my face and I stuck out my tongue for good measure.

I won't go on record saying I drank any of it, but it was tasted and I looked up at him as I did it.

He move his direction downward: neck, chest, abs and my crotch. All of it, like the theory of Reaganomics, trickled down and went to my hairy legs and then to the shower floor.

When he was spent of that, his cock was hard. He manipulated it with his hand and in a moment shoved it in my mouth, where he unloaded a fuck of a lot of cream.

He always shoots a big load.

After he calmed down, he turned on the shower water and used the handheld nozzle to rinse off my head and down my body. That was unexpected, as I assumed I would smell like his piss the rest of the day, but that did not happen.

By the time I dried off, he was dressed and I escorted him downstairs with nothing on myself.

I emailed him and thanked him for the day.

He replied: "very satisfied to relieve myself".

...and that's the last I've heard from him.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Being a Feeder

I was in a mood.

It had been a shitty week. I was on my way back from a funeral. And I had not shot a load in almost a month.

That last part is not really a problem for me. I go longer periods of time without getting off at all - including jacking myself off. It's just that talking about it with a certain Sir had got me thinking about it. Normally, I don't pay that much attention.

...and then there he was.

51, 5'10", 190 and smooth was the description. Bald head, said the pic. The face was semi-handsome. Of course, I was hoping he was reaching out to me because he had a load to drop, but no.....he was looking to suck a cock.

Here I was 2 miles away, all dressed up in my funeral duds and with an overactive mind.

In his first message saying he wanted to give head, he also put his hotel name and room number. Ballsy. I liked it.

I parked. I took the elevator up to the 10th floor and found room 1014. I started to stiffen a little in my pants as I waited for the door to open - and knowing he was checking me out through the peep hole. I mean - c'mon, we all do it. Well, all of us who have hotel sex.

"Bryan" looked like his picture though he or the rooms had a less than faint odor of bad booze. He had a t-shirt on and no pants or underwear. While i looked to see what he was carrying, it wasn't that impressive and in my mind, I moved on from wanting to suck him to wanting to be sucked.

I stood there and did nothing.

Bryan rubbed my crotch. He felt it rise a little more, but not fully hard. He got on his knees. He unzipped me. He eventually unbuckled me. He dropped my black suit pants. He encountered my boxer briefs and unlike what I'd normally do, he just pulled those down too.

Personally, I'd savor every moment. Every fabric. Every smell. But I wasn't there to teach.

Bryan had a more than decent mouth, but as I grew, he started to use his hand. I couldn't have that. I reached down and pulled it away while his mouth continued to slide up and down my shaft. This would happen a few other times as well during my stay in room 1014.

He asked me to come over to the bed to lie down. I wasn't in the mood to be told what to do - or even asked.  I also wasn't looking to take off my pants or fold them up (or wrinkle them) so I could lie on an already slept in bed.

The hotel was a newer hip one with European style fixtures like dressers - lower and more modular. I was standing about 4" away from it and I just took a step back and leaned against it, my pants around my ankles.

I was comfortable leaning, my ass resting on the countertop He might not have been as comfortable on his knees, hence his request. I didn't care.

I guided his head up and down my dick and the pace I wanted. He seemed ok with that. I asked him, rhetorically, if he liked my cock - but I got the answer I wanted and expected. He looked up at me with admiration in his eyes.

The word 'cocksucker' came out of my mouth more than once. Low in tone, but cutting to the core, especially if he didn't like being called such a thing.

See - I've said it before and I'll say it again - I've learned a fuck of a lot from the thousands of men I've "helped out". I know how to read them on many levels, but I've learned to channel them too. And I know which level to channel depending on who is in front of me. I intuit well and can figure out their desire and possibly even their limits without discussion.

If I were to top (regularly or even semi-regularly), I'd be one of those strong silent kind of guys. I get the need for verbal domination and fuck knows I love when a guy does that to me. But I am more of a low energy, determined motherfucking kind of of feeder / top.

I get my point across in looks, gestures and a few words, but only a few.

One thing I will say aloud is the willingness to take my load. I don't get off a lot - and the last fucking thing I need to have them do is spit out my seed in a hotel washcloth. I'd rather just go to week 5 of not ejaculating than have that happen.

As he sucked me, I gripped his head with both hands. But I also smacked him upside the head a few times.

Nothing to leave a mark - not that that would be a show stopper - but firm, assertive, making the appropriate contact with palm to side of the face. He'd feel it. I wanted him to. I wanted him to know there was a slight element of danger to letting a stranger into his hotel room.

I didn't do the three or four hits in quick succession. Spaced out to where he wouldn't know they were actually coming - especially the first one.

I'd say I was there 15 minutes before I opted to nut.

Yes, opted to. Since you know I don't get off, clearly you can understand that normally I can control my orgasm. Not as much when I fuck - though I'm getting better at that. But once I make my mind up that I want to come, I can help navigate the seed to come to it's place.

He had confirmed he would eat my load. And I told him, as I do many of the feeder I use, that it would be a big load. They always are, but this would be a four week one - though I didn't tell him that detail. Don't want to scare the guy.

So he was working me and I was ready. With a steady hand, I stopped his bobbing and told him to start swallowing.

Oddly, normally I quake with that kind of load. Actually, with most kind of loads. This time I didn't.

Most loads I can feel the jets and how many. This time they didn't seem that prevalent. I couldn't tell whether is a great big load or not.

He did a good job of swallowing. I could tell near the end, like a lot of guys do, they want to pull back or off. I get that, when it's a big load. But I held him still.

"No no......you're not going anywhere. Swallow it all."

He obeyed.

As he nursed it a little, I gave him one whack on the face for good measure.

There was zero small talk. I could tell he wanted to engage a little, but clearly he read me too. I was all about getting my pants up and grabbing my suit coat.

....and 1014 door was closing behind me.

The next day, I got a nice little note from him via Scruff messenger.

Thank you for stopping yesterday. I enjoyed your subdued domination and control and the slaps were awesome.


Fuck right they were.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Tears

He was much more handsome than the picture he sent me. He was thinner and hairier too - facially at least.

His ad was for a face in his lap. A nice blow job where he could eventually fuck my face. He was looking for 'now' because he had a workman coming at 1p. It was noon already - so I made a quick drive to his area and knocked on the door.

I kicked off my shoes, well, because I'm not rude. His place looked nice, even though a bit fussy for my tastes. Victorian interior design is not for me. But I'm guessing you're not reading this to hear about his decorating style. He had a fire going, as it was in the low double-digit temps.

There were no niceties, which was fine - it was right down to business.

He had on sweat pants and underwear. The pants came down to his knees, and I went to mine. I nuzzled his brief covered crotch briefly. Soon enough his 6.5" upwardly curved cock was out and passing my lips.

This wasn't even my first cock of the day, but second (eventually, there would be four).

While eventually we did get to the face in his lap business, it was more about the slowly fucking my face.

Slow and deliberate.

Slow did not mean he didn't go deep. Slow does not mean he did not go forceful.

In earlier posts, I've lamented on the average sized cock being much harder to suck (for me) than a larger one. I don't normally gag on larger ones - for whatever reason. Average ones seem to be a struggle for me - to take all the way. To take as they like. And to feel like I'm doing a good job.

"John" would lodge his cock to my tonsils and then try to push some more. The cock would pop into the beginning of my throat and there it would make me gag a bit.

But there was no break. It was repeated pushing, shoving, fucking into my throat. It was holding my head. It was a struggle to breathe.

It does not help that I have a deviated septum and almost no airflow from one nostril. But even if I did, the pacing was difficult to establish a good, let alone regular, breathing pattern.

None of this deterred me, by the way.

With his hands clasped behind my head, he ignored my veiled struggles to get free so I could catch some air. This in turn produced tears. Not tear of joy nor tears of pain. I think it was a trigger to catching breath - or lack there of - and they started slowly from the outside corners of my eyes. Both my eyes.

John would stop for a nano-second to ask 'are you all right?' with almost no break in feeding me his cock at his pace and his insistence. Never once in those nano-second breaks did I say the word(s) 'no', 'stop', 'slower'.

I did not feel I was providing him a good blowjob, but he wasn't stopping. Now and then, he'd say things like "I've been looking for a cocksucker - do you want to be him?".  Invariably I always said 'yes'.

The internal joke with myself was: maybe if I was his on-going cocksucker, he'd change. I could get him to relax and enjoy a GREAT blowjob instead of a marginally good one. But men don't change. He advertised for a certain kind of service, and I replied.

That's what he likes. That's what he wants. That's what he was getting.....or taking. Men don't change. And I knew this, but was still saying 'yes' to his potential / in the heat of the moment offer.

But it wasn't 'in heat'. He was very calm. Very calculated. He knew what he was doing - he was getting the exact response out of me that he wanted.

Gagging, though I didn't make a sound. Choking, though I never showed my throat convulsions. Water from the eyes, so he knew he was the one in control and I was the cocksucker.

He'd ask a few times, 'are you all right?' but it was cursory and rhetorical. He was saying the right thing, but in truth, he didn't care - and he didn't stop.

I'd hear the saying "good cocksucker" and of course, that made me want to continue and I never felt it was my place to complain or say 'no' 'stop' or 'slower'.  I'd say I didn't want to say those words either, but it probably flashed on my mind.

I think once when I had a chance I just said I don't have the ability to breathe out one side of my nose, but if you're not a fucking cocksucker - and I doubt he ever was - you don't really understand what I was trying to say.

On another level, I didn't want him to care. I didn't care if he cared.

Somewhere in the middle of this, his contractor showed up. I sat patiently while he showed him upstairs to work and then came back down and we resumed what we started.

While I know you're all thinking there's a repairman 3-way fantasy coming your way, I'll save you the time right now. That didn't happen.  : )

John sat on the couch an face fucked me.  John had me sit on the couch and he stood on it and face fucked me. I was on my knees. I was on my back. I was every which way so he could pump his piece into my throat.

Not once did I wipe any of the tears away from my face. Somewhere, I assumed, he wanted to see that. I think guys like seeing manifestations of their virility - be it struggling, crying, pleading, gagging.

I won't really make up a gagging noise to make a guy feel good. It insults my ability as a faggot. But more than once guys have made me actually gag to the point I cough or make that non-productive retching sound.

We were at least 40 minutes into this when he blew his load. I didn't even know he was close. He gave no verbal indication. It's not like the process was any different of the in-out-in-out-in-out that he'd been performing on me......and I on him.

The load was plentiful but not pleasant tasting. That has never bothered me in the past and didn't this time either. I've never spit out a load or pulled off a cock because of foul tasting semen. It's part of the job....my job. It's part of their expectation. And it should be.

For whatever part I played in this visit - and it probably differs from his perspective versus mine - it is my ability to get him excited, keep him that way and extract the load that is important. There is power in being able to do that.

Now this time, he had the true control. I'm not so sure he didn't get himself off with me being a dumpster. That's fine too. More than fine.

After I nursed a few drops off post the big ejaculation, he pushed me away, as he was too sensitive for me to touch. The irony was not lost on me.

He once again asked if it was all right and I assured him it was, though I feel my eyes were probably still glassy from left over tears.

He said I was a great cocksucker and hopes he could use me again. Of course I agreed. I live for being called something like that - and regardless of the reservations that might have shot through my brain now and then, that compliment made me want to return and repeat.

For him I might not be a great cocksucker (even though he said it) as opposed to, I was one of the few who might have put up with that treatment.

And that is fucking fine by me.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

50 Tokens

It was my second webcast.  Sexcast. Sexual webcast.

Back in July I wrote about my first streaming sex show. I finally had my second a few weeks ago (I know, I'm way behind on posting and actually have quite a back-up of stories to dispense, some that are now months old).

Like the last time, I threw an ad out on CL letting guys who might be into showing off what my plan was. The venue, like last time, was still Chaurbate. My feelings about the guys asking for donations have / had not changed.

I got a few lame responses. I got one real one.

A big dicked black man.


He might be leaning a little into that sink top and measuring tape, but we'll give him the 8" for good measure. It was a decent size thickness and a nice vein or two that was visible from space.

This time, I gave a little head's up on Twitter that I would be doing this - along with a tentative start time and the Chaturbate channel. I don't know how much it helped or not.

The guy arrived and opened his pants. While he wasn't horribly vocal or anything during the session, he remained rock hard and didn't seem to care that some white cocksucker was down on his cock while a host of anonymous guys (and a few women) watched. It's not like anything but his cock and part of his upper thighs were showing. He had no identifying marks.

I won't say there was anything spectacular about my blowjob - other than it being my AWESOME mouth - but people watched.

Now and again, I'd take my lips off the black rod and peek at the screen. At one point I had 118 viewers. It might have been more at some time, but I didn't keep a continual focus on that part of the encounter.

I would say most folks on this webcam site do nothing but jack off, so they can interact (or ignore) their viewers. I wasn't exactly ignoring mine, but I was preoccupied. I saw lines of text going, so I know folks were chatting - amongst themselves or to me. I could not reply. My mouth was full.

I did pull off for a minute, as I knew my feeder was getting closer and asked people where he should cum.

I'm a cocksucker by trade and naturally want that sperm in my mouth, but that doesn't make for a good show. Porn business be damned, but people want the money shot. I totally get that. And after I asked the question, almost all of the responses wanted to see him shoot.

While some said 'chest' and some said 'face', none of them said, "in the mouth". I took the initiative to have him do it on my face with an extended tongue.  Where I could have scooped the load off my chest, the visual of the face seemed to be better for me - and hopefully better for my viewers. And I could lick it clean if it reached anywhere near my tongue.

Mr. Feeder had a decent load. I stuck out my tongue. He took a step closer and unleashed his sperm.

Much of it hit my beard. It hit my face. It went on my tongue and around my mouth.

He didn't seem too fazed when I turned to the camera to show it off - to lick it off - to scoop it up and feed myself. I could see the comments scrolling but not focused enough to read any of them at that time.

As he started to immediately pull on his clothes, I showed the audience the jizz coating me....and letting them watch me ingest it.

I told the viewers I'd be right back and escorted the feeder to the door.

When I returned, I was down under 100 viewers. After they saw the show, they left - and that's cool.

I had a few minutes to read their comments and questions and provide a little feedback. I also noticed a number of people had "tipped" me.

As I said in my last post regarding streaming, I wasn't in it for the amazon wish list or getting tips. It was awful nice of them to do that for me, but it was not my goal.

I notice that guys on that site will drag out their exploits in hopes of receiving tips before they do x, y or z. I'm not that kind of guy.

I just wanted to show off.

A number of guys did a 'follow me' click, so anytime I sign on, they get an email notification that I would or could be broadcasting.

We'll see how that goes.

But now I have 50 tokens I don't know what to do with - except maybe spend them on other hot men who are showing off and request 50 tokens to take it to the next level.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Manning the GH

I was asked to come back for another photo shoot. I did one last year to mixed results. This one was much more down and dirty.....so to speak. No lighting. No reflectors. No assistant (damn, on that one).

Honestly, instead of an hour, it took 15 minutes. Well 15 minutes plus two hours. There was a set-up that was timed so there was 10 minutes of photos. Two hours of 'wait time'. And then another 5 minutes of photos.

The wait time was not wasted time though and I knew it wouldn't be.

The same man who did the photo shoot is the same one who wrote FAG on my cock in ink, set up his home gloryhole for me to man.

Particulars were not given out and I knew enough not to ask. I wasn't sure if he advertised somewhere that it would be open. Or maybe he had a mailing list of folks he sent out to.

There was little direction or ground rules at first. I was to be naked and in front of the hole. I was not to show my face or to look at theirs.

Now, I try not to look through GHs, though I know everyone does not subscribe to this. It's about the cock, not the person. He could be gorgeous or a troll. But when it's just the cock - it could be anybody your mind conjures up....and that makes you a better cocksucker and ultimately ends up pleasing your partner more.

Without discussing, I knew me getting sucked or off was a non-starter.

"Nick" set up the board and I knelt in front. He was nice enough to provide a plush folded up towel for me to kneel on, as i would be there for almost two and one half hours - in theory.


The set up was this: an outside door opened into a vestibule. In theory there is another door into the house, but the board prevented entry, so the feeders would stand in the vestibule (with the outer door shut) and I was inside the house on my knees.

I got in place but after 10 minutes of waiting, the host said he didn't expect anyone for 20-25 more minutes and to come over and suck his cock in the meantime.

He was on a sofa working about 15 feet or so from the door. And I would find out soon, one of his roommates was elsewhere in the house. I heard noises that I assumed were the front door opening, but it was just a roomie upstairs opening and closing other doors.

As you saw from my other posts, the host has a nice cock that seemed even a little thicker this time.

True to timing, 20 minutes later the front door opened and I was off the host cock and at my station.

All I knew was that he was black. A nice cock, slightly bigger than average, but nothing phenomenal. He let me do my work and just stood there, pressed up against the wood that separated us.


It took me all of maybe seven minutes to get him off. The host came by and snapped this picture.

Between each guy, I went back to the host to nurse on his cock while he worked. Sometimes he'd pay a little attention to me, other times it was all on his laptop. Either way, I was on his cock.

This time, he did give me slight more direction:  get them off as fast as possible. He didn't know how many would show up and he didn't want a line outside.

Got it.

"and I hope you like black dick, because there might be a lot of it."

My liking or not liking of any kind of guy was irrelevant at this point. It was cock, not people. And I wasn't in a position to turn anyone a way or say 'no'.

Guy #2 showed. While I didn't look up at him, it was easy to make out he kept himself in great shape. ....and then he took out his dick. Or what I referred to, in my head, a micropenis.

By the time I got him fully hard, he was about 3".  Maybe 3.5". But starting off.....man, I wasn't sure he'd clear the hole to get his dick into my mouth.

It was an ok blowjob. I'd like to say my heart was in it, but I was slightly disappointed in the material with which I had to work. Shallow of me, I fully admit. But I like a mouthful. I will give him this, he shot a nice load of cum. Lots in volumes.

Then there was an overweight white guy. You see how big the gloryhole is, so it wasn't hard to see the belly. And he did have to life some of the weight up and above the hole. A very average cock. But I did my job.

There were a few other ok dicks too.

The host got up once or twice to take a picture. But for the most part, not only did he go back to work, he rarely looked up and almost never commented on a thing. It's like I was not even there. Except that I was - and being pimped out by him.

When back to sucking the host, his roommate walked in. I never looked up or got taken off task. They discussed house matters. He was off to run an errand. Before he left, he was offered my services. He agreed if he were back in time - but he never did return during my stay. I don't even know what he looked like.

One of the last cocks - of the seven I sucked (including the host) - was this one


Thick. Long. Dark as night. This picture does not do it justice. I'm going with at least 9" long and at least 5" around.

There were problems. He stunk. Just walking in the door I could smell him - as if he had not showered in a week.....minimum. It only got worse as he got closer and dropped his fly. It was massively unpleasant, but then....there was that dick. It was like Everest. You wanted to, because it was there.

It's hell being me. So you know what won out. I mean, you can see from the picture what won out.

I would stay five minutes into sucking him - or being face fucked by him - he said he wanted to suck my dick...and wanted my load. I told him that could not happen. I got no back-up from this from the host, who never looked up or replied, if he heard the request at all.  The guy kept asking why, and I had to keep telling him I was only there to suck cock,  not give any. That was my job.

He didn't either understand or care.

Then he wanted to see my ass. I had to ask the host for permission on this. He was ok with it - but it was one of those rules that were never discussed earlier, as I don't think either of us thought it would come up.

The guy felt my ass, even fingered it.....but that's all. I wasn't really prepared to take such a massive tool up my backdoor, though, of course, I would have.....and powered through it. But it never came up.

I went back to my knees and the guy just jerked his cock and wouldn't let me at it until he was ready to cum. Then he just dropped his load in my mouth and was gone.

He was #6.

#7 was the host himself. He sat back on the couch and just let me do my work. As always, he blew a huge load into my mouth and watch me savor it before letting it slide down my throat.

All in all it was an interesting 2+ hours. I would do it again, in hopes of more cock....possibly even better cock. You can't choose who walks through that door, but just like college tea rooms and bookstores, you should just take what is offered as it slips through that hole in the wall.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Truckin'

I can't speak for every homo sex guy out there, but for me, there are / were just certain things you thought would happen when you started having sex.

Let me rewind a bit. I started shoplifting Honcho magazine when I was 15. It's doubtful that mag is even in existence anymore - nor has it been for a while, if that tells you anything about my age.

But for as mature I was for a mid-teen, I was also gullible enough - or hopeful - that some of that shit they wrote in there was true. As I grew older, porn movies didn't deviate much from the scenarios of pictorials or stories:  cops. repair guys. cable guys. truckers. dad's best friend.  Not to mention where these actions took place: tea rooms. parks. bars. backs of cars. truck cabs. movie theaters. prison. army barracks.

I should have been surprised I was not tripping over guys getting it on no matter where I went.

And to be fair - I have made it in bars, tea rooms, parks, backs and fronts of cars and movie theaters - along with the JC Penney rest room when I was 17. Or hotel rooms of strangers when I was 16.

I guess the general public should have been surprised to not be tripping over me getting it on no matter where they went.

I have not knowingly made it with a cop, cable guy, a repair guy or my dad's best friend. However, I can now cross off trucker - and in the truck - off my list.

And let's face it - we all have lists. Actual or mental ones.

A buddy of mine, Spermpig, was in-state working when he texted me that he just had sex in the cab of a truck down the road from his hotel. They were on a pick-up site and decided to hook-up. Now, you might think I'm slutty, but I'm a fucking chaste man compared to Spermpig. He will tell you otherwise - and it is true I might have been more active in my earlier years, but he's more than closing the gap.

So he not only told me about the encounter, he was kind enough to tell everyone on Tumblr about it too.

And while Spermpig was in-state, he was still 3.5 hours aways from me. But he did me a solid by telling this trucker about me. And Mr. Trucker made deliveries up my way as well and got my screen name and before the day was over, sent out a message to me.

It was all well and good. No plans were made. Until the other day when he messaged he was 100 miles away and heading closer to me. Plans were made. Expectations were hatched. Finding a rest area / truck stop was in short order. It would be 30 miles for me, but what the fuck - I went for it.

I parked in the car parking, and he texted where his truck would be. I found it with no trouble. He said the driver door was open and to just hop in. I did, excited as all get out - as I had never been in the cab of a semi before.


Actually, it's exactly how you'd picture it. Cramped, but with a ton of things in there for a man who basically lives there.

We immediately moved to the back - which is about 11" from the front - and I'm being generous. There is an overhead bunk for his travel supplies, including about a dozen pair of jeans. The "bed" is the lower part of the bunk.

We started with dropping our clothes after he shut the dark heavy curtains, that cut out almost all light. It was really so other truckers that were parked about 18" on each side of his rig could not see in - not that I would have cared.

He was a nice looking man with a decent body and a good beard. His cock was about 6.5" with a good head. And married.

Oh, and thanks to Spermpig, this guy thinks I'm married as well.....to a woman. I can play that game, though I had forgotten that tidbit of info until he brought it up, but I recovered well................I think.

We kissed for a few moments, but he was on a schedule so I was on my back in the lower bunk. There's not a lot of room to maneuver, but he managed to line up his cock to my hole and push that fat head through.

There was no time to get use to it, he just plunged than fucked. I wasn't quite as dilated as I would have liked to be, but I adjusted eventually.

Like Spermpig's tale, this guy fucks a long long time. I had my feet up on the bottom of the top bunk while taking his dick. At some point he was standing, ass towards the curtain, and me with my ass off the bunk, feet on the side walls as he shredded my ass.

Then it was on to standing up and bent over and then laying down him on top of me. But he couldn't quite get there.

Of course, I felt defeated. It wasn't until later that I re-read Spermpig's encounter and he had the same situation. So it wasn't me. Or just me.

Trucker jacked his cock and got it close. Got it ready and then pushed in to deliver the warm load.

It's all I needed. All I wanted.

It wasn't the dominant / holy grail experience that movies and porn stories portray, but it was nice to check that off my 'to do' list.

I wasn't out the door and off the step by about 20 seconds before he was pulling away. He got what he wanted too.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Politics of Sex

Frustrated with the results of this week's elections, and intent on making the CL ads sound better than looking to score "gas money' for sex, I went with the creative - which normally gets me nowhere:

Republican men: you must be bursting with pride today. Your chest is sticking out a bit farther, your dick twitches with just a bit more confidence. 

Bet you'd like to show a liberal democrat how you take your prize. You take what you want and how you want it. 

Smirk, while you put me onto my knees. Sneer, as you see my lips part of your fleshy manhood. Tower over me as you take control of my right to choose. Dump your unborn voters into my mouth, holding my head until each one of them has disappeared. Then leave (or show me the door) - like nothing happened. 

I am masculine and workout. You should too. You should have an air of arrogance about you today. Be HWP. Show me that you're the winner and I'm the loser.



It was a throwaway ad - and I expected nothing to come of it. Yet, I got a response immediately: "Great Ad' wasn't what I wanted, but I thanked him nonetheless. He replied with decent stats, free all day, asked when and where..................and then went silent. 

I got another response that went like this: 

Definitely ready to celebrate here. Any chance you're looking to get your liberal cunt fucked too?
White top here, 6-3 200#, 7 thick cut inches, and a big load to shoot....


Clean it out good.- you'll be licking me clean after I fill your twat. No choice! I don't want any shit on my dick, and I'm not wearing a condom .

What a sweet-talker, but it was EXACTLY what I was looking for. Other emails were traded, including date, location, how to get in through the door and where I'd be waiting.  ....and waiting.....and waiting. 

I was generous and gave him 30 minutes before sending off this: 

So like most republicans you're all talk and no action, huh?

You demand more than what was offered. The liberal bows to compromise and you still squelch on the deal. 

And of course - no communication.  

Typical. 

Yes, I can be a bitter Democrat and cocksucker. I kind of was expecting a 'fuck you' reply, yet none came. 

All was not lost. I got a reply: 33, 5'11", 200. His cock looked ok, but nothing outstanding and he was .82 miles away. He made it over in less than five minutes. 

He was a good old boy. Unbuttoned shirt with a wife beater below it. Jeans. Cap. Hair on the chin with little on his cheeks and no mustache. 

As soon as he was in, he started unbuttoning his jeans. Some guys who show up like this shift foot to foot not knowing what to do next. That insecurity might be charming to some, but I like a man who knows what he wants and hesitates not a bit. 

He stood there waiting for me to go to my knees where I opened his pants. He didn't wait, pulled them off along with his multi-colored briefs and presented himself.

The cock was small and not even semi-hard. Yet. 

As I put it in my mouth and worked on it, the rod grew. And the pic he included totally undersold what a beautiful piece of meat it was. Thick - 7" straight shaft that didn't stick out but when straight up. It was a good angle for sucking. It fit in my mouth just right and I could deep throat him so the head would lodge in my throat - something he responded to each and every time I did it. 

Unlike most guys who come to this kind of set-up, he was in no rush. He was looking forward to some head. 

For a while he stood over me. I took my time, I showed my skills. He was content and quiet. He was feeling good, but not very verbal about it. But his cock responded. As I said, it grew and got fuller. It was a beautiful cock. 

After a bit, he grabbed a chair and sat his bare ass down in it. With his legs spread and me still on my knees, I just crawled that way and put my head in his lap, albeit with is cock down my throat. It was this first deep throating that got a response from him. Not only did he make a sound from the back of his own throat, his cock got noticeably harder. 

He opted to talk here. Saying sometimes he liked to relax and get head and sometimes he was very aggressive. This made my ears prick up. I actually lifted my head off his cock and told him that would be alright with me - whether this time, or another. 

I didn't want to take him out of his current element, but wanted to him to know I was receptive for repeat business. I didn't want to assume he wanted to come back. I had to earn that right. 

I braced my hands on the arms of the chair while I fellated this stud. His arms, ended up going behind his head. Don't ask me why, but that is such a hot position to see a guy in when he's getting head (or if he's laying back while you sit on his cock).

He told me he liked the job I was doing and that I was doing it well. He didn't rush me, but I was a little disappointed that he also didn't respond when I do the tricks I do with my tongue. I guess everyone doesn't have the same sensations in those places, but I get more positive responses than not. 

Finally, he got the word 'cocksucker' out of his mouth instead of just asking if I liked sucking cock. I know some guys aren't sure if they can use that word.....or the 'faggot' word. I can tell them, but I would rather it be their idea of saying it. That I'm on my fucking knees with the cock of a stranger in my mouth pretty much spells that out. 

All in all, I worked about 20 minutes on his cock. Soon, both hands were on the back of my head. While he didn't push me down on his cock, he wouldn't let me up either. I worked that shaft with the limited space he was giving me. But in reality, he just didn't want me to go anywhere because he was on the edge. 

When the balls emptied, the sperm just kept coming. Some right down my gullet, some pooling and gathering in my mouth. 

I kept his cock in my mouth and nursed it. He kept giving off little squirts and I could feel his dick pulse several times, well after he had shot his wad. I wanted him to know I was taking every drop, and I think he wanted me to know he was making sure every drop came out. 

When I did withdraw from his dick, I do what I normally do: take a guy's hand and guide it to my throat. Like most guys, he looked quizzically at me - not knowing what I was doing or what was to be expected. Like most guys, the light went off in his head after I wrapped his hand around my throat. 

Honestly, I would like them to grasp it more firmly than how I place it, but this is all very new to them. But I like the light in their eyes as they feel me swallow their jizz. 

By the way, he'll be back. Or at least so he claimed.