Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Light & Dark

GDD made what is possibly his first appearance in 2014 not long ago.

If you remember, he likes bringing his "new friends" along with him, and watching me suck them as well. What I think he really likes is being watched as I suck him.

Either way it works for me, as I normally get two dicks and two loads.

Of course, when I say "new friends", it is rare, if ever, that he has met them before they meet up to feed me. He contacts them through some on-line sites and sells them on my services. What info on me is exchanged is unknown. It's never offered to me and i don't ask.

This time the guy was Indian. Not woo-woo, but call center Indian. Granted, he may have been Pakistani or such - I don't know. These aren't really exchange of personal information sessions. Just body fluids.

Fluid. Singular.


GDD met his new guy somewhere and the new guy followed him to my place. GDD, as always, pushes past me and went to the designated area. I think he does this to show his alpha-ness not just to me, but to his protégé as well. I see it as a teaching moment for those guys who might want to learn how to treat a cocksucker.

Immediately, I was down in front of GDD. This is the norm. The new guy takes in how I'm being handled and it normally gets them somewhat excited. At least their crotch region. I don't know about their brain region, as I don't really have interaction with them after this encounter. I think their mind is trying to process a lot at once so they let it all soak in, more so than joining-in in the same manner.

So the Indian guy watched GDD wrap his hand behind my head an pull me down on his curve, thick, fucking piece of meat. It was just as ugly and beautiful as it always was. For a white collar guy, it's a working man's cock - or what one would think that would be.

As is also the norm, GDD pulls me off his dick and pushes me on to his new pal.

Indian guy was a 6.5" cock....slightly over medium thickness. As is usual with this kind of scenario, he was quiet. GDD tried to engage him in dirty discussions, but it was usually responded with monosyllabic answers. He was hard though - rock hard, so he was enjoying the entire scene, or at least my mouth. I could handle either one.

GDD did seem in a hurry to get his nut. Normally he takes his time, but he wanted the focus on him this time. So I gave it to him. He claimed to have a 12 day nut. He always blows a large load anyways, so I was really really really looking forward to this.

GDD has a thing about wanting my mouth to feel like his wife's pussy. His words. He wants it super wet. he wants it loose then tight then super tight. It's a lot of work, especially since his thick shaft stretches my lips.

But get him off I did. Possibly in the shortest time in all our meet-ups. Of course, maybe I am THAT good, or maybe he was on a tight schedule or perhaps it was that he had not gotten off in almost two weeks. Possibly a combination of the two.

There was a LOT of cum. Of course, I did not miss a drop, and while it had an ok taste, there was a lot of bleach smell. Those of you who regularly blow guys will know what I'm talking about. This kind of put a little damper on what I was eating. It overwhelmed the taste, possibly even compromised it.

Neither here nor there - I mean, I ate every single drop, just like I was expected to.

I went back to the darker meat and went to town. He was a little more engaging, but didn't really explore his verbal side until GDD when to go use the restroom.  "Cocksucker" came out of his mouth, like he'd been waiting to use it forever - and with enough conviction that he made me twitch.

He told me I was a good fucking sucker and knew what I was doing.

Maybe he had verbal performance anxiety in front of GDD, but he came into his own. And then he came into my mouth. All out of sight of his host.

It was a good sized nut and very fucking tasty. He liked that I cleaned him up.

Both were gone shortly after - but hopefully I showed the new guy how good a cocksucker should be.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Double Teamed

I'd seen this guy on Scruff. Rugged....somewhat handsome. Good beard. I had not seen him before. Actually, he 'viewed' me, but he was hundreds of miles away.

Apparently he was headed to town for work and wanted to check out the local 'talent'. Apparently he liked what he saw. 

He was a bigger guy: 6'2", 230 but he had a handsome face and wore a nice leather ball cap in his pic. Some of his other pics were not bad either.

A few days later, he appeared to be local. We touched base and eventually made plans to get together. It was closer to the meet time when he slipped in - 'you can take care of my partner and myself'. 

I'm not adverse to three ways, I just didn't know I'd be doing one. And three ways with a couple are different than three 'strangers'. These can be tricky to navigate, just because they are a couple and if one person likes (or is liked) more than the other, weird vibes and feelings can come into play. But I was on my way and had no intention of turning around. 

The primary (?) guy met me in the lobby immediately and then went to the bar to fetch his husband.

As soon as we were in the room, I was sandwiched between the two. The partner behind me, Scruff guy in front of me.

Scruff guy immediately went to my nipples and let me tell you - he was a master at how to use them. Some guys aren't - but this guy instinctively knew what would make me melt. In a way, it was all for naught, as I knew fucking would not be part of the scene, but a boy can dream.

He pushed me to my knees and I unbuckled his pants and they dropped. I chewed at his briefs and his cock got hard. He was about 5-6", but thick....and thicker at the base. All the while his bf rubbed up against me from behind.

"George" fucked my face with great style. While we had chatted just a while on Scruff, neither of us pulled any punches. Both knew what we were signing up for - and I assume he gave the 4-1-1 to his partner.

My head got pulled back off the cock to the point it was looking up at him. "Open Up" - and I did. My mouth opened and he put a big wad of spit into my own, but in a steady, drooling fashion. While I could have just swallowed it like a good faggot, I made it foam and gurgled it up a little, putting on a show. That got a dirty grin from him.

I was directed to his partner who had the nicer of the two cocks. 7.5", thick shaft, big head, perfectly cut - and yes, there is such a thing as being 'perfectly cut'. He had less finesse at fucking my face. He couldn't get the rhythm right. Or we couldn't. Maybe I should just let a guy do the work and fuck my mouth, but chances are, I'm happy to meet his upstroke with the down one of my head.

It went back and forth between the two dicks........and asses, as I dove into each. George knew I liked to munch hole and he had me get at his fleshy backside. He loved what I did and how I did it. Back to the bf, if he liked it, he didn't quite show it or wasn't as into my work as his partner. To each his own, I suppose. We all have our thing.

All the while, I had my tits played with making me quiver. I'd get my ass fingered by the bf, which was just a fucking tease, as I knew and they knew, I was not going to be cock-fucked.

There was more cocksucking. There was more spit - in my mouth and on my face. I know many guys don't like that, but it seems to put me in my place and I like when it happens without me trying to prompt the act.

Also in here came some backhanding across my the primary guy. The bf seemed too reserved for this. Noticing he didn't get a look or request for 'stop, don't do that', it happened again...and again...and a little bit harder.

When I turned back to suck the bf, my ass was exposed and the slapping of my backside commenced. Again, no sign of protest from me. So it became harder. So did my cock.

I was actually stiff beyond belief during this entire session. Sometimes it goes up and down, but not this time.....I was straining

While I was getting my hole finger-fucked, I was brought back to the primary guy where I went for it. I sucked with conviction. I wanted the load, though would have backed off if he indicated. But there was none of that and all the vocal signs were there that he was on edge.

Then it filled my mouth. Warm. Tasty. Lots of it.

I stayed on the cock, eventually pulling back and swallowing.

But it was at that point, he told me to get back on his cock that he was close to shooting.


I went back down and worked the shaft and head. And he exploded. What I thought was a lot before was nothing compared to the feeding I was getting now. Apparently, he had some kind of bolus of precum just waiting to be released.

When I finally did come off the real ejaculation, I grabbed his hand, like I do to many guys, and placed it on my throat. You could see the glimmer of sexual evil come across his face when he felt me swallow his spunk. He would later comment, in text, several times, how much he fucking loved that and confirmed he'd be doing that at every future cocksucking he gets.

Now it was the bf's turn. He leaned back on the bed and I was between his legs going to town. Such a beautiful cock. He had a decent load too. Not as voluminous and not quite as good tasting, but when has that ever stopped me?

I ended up sitting back, which ended up between the legs of Scruff guy, who was sitting in a chair behind me. He played with my tits while his bf got down to finger me some more. I think he was trying to get me to cum.

I'd look up and back at Scruff guy who told me what a good faggot I was and was glad I wasn't a game player. He spit on me a few more times. Then he asked me, "whose load tasted better?".

I said, well, that was a no-win situation I was in and he laughed. I thought that would deflection and end of it, but he persisted......"tell me, whose was it?"

"Yours, Sir".

"Good answer", was the reply.

The bf got up and went into the bathroom. I heard water running, but thought nothing of it. Scruff guy and I were engaged with nipple play and I was slowly jacking my dick, with no intention of cumming - even telling him I wouldn't, as it was not my predisposition.

And it was about this time that things got weird.

Bf came out of the restroom, came over to me, and lifted me up by my pits and led me to the bathroom.

Mind you, as semi-piggy as we had been, I was expecting them to have me kneel in the tub to get covered with their piss.  Alas, that was not to be.

Bf had filled the tub about 1/3 of the way with scalding hot water and told me to get in. To sit in it, like I was taking a bath. It took me a while to get into the water, as it was so fucking hot, but I did.

Then he took a wash cloth and soap and started bathing me.

Yes. Bathing me........just like I was two years old and in the tub having one of my parents wash me before bedtime. He had me sit up so he could do my back. Then he did my torso, legs and feet. Ending with washing my neck and head, but oddly not touching my face.

Clearly this was a "thing" for him. Clearly Scruff guy knew it, as he never made an appearance in the bathroom, knowing it was going to happen and knowing it was his partner's fetish.

Honestly, I did well. I didn't roll my eyes. I did not laugh. I took it like a champ, even when he had me lay all the way back with my head on the tub floor, though the water only came up about 1/3 of the way up my face.  I even closed my eyes trying to enjoy it, but it was just out of the norm.

Getting slapped around or used by strangers: fine.  Having someone give me a bath: kinky.

When it was over, he made me stand in the tub. And just like a parent, he dried my head, then each appendage, torso and back.....just like I was 2.

After, I just went into the room and got dressed then left.

Scruff guy hasn't mentioned the bath at all. He hasn't mentioned the partner at all. But he did like the way I ate ass, sucked cock and took spit and slaps.

Yet, that wasn't kinky at all. It's all relative. 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Bookstore Feeder

There he was, sitting in his bookstore booth watching a straight flick.

He wasn't as ugly as all the other guys in the place. Actually, he was quite handsome. Shorter, but that wouldn't matter today. I was going to be on my knees anyways.

I'm guessing he had a Hispanic background but light-haired, something you don't see much. It looked like a decent body under his shirt. His dick was nice - I could see that since his pants were down and he was barely fooling with his penis.

He had to know I was standing in his doorway, but he never looked from the screen. He didn't glance over when I took one or two steps in. His eyes closed when I reached down to envelop his cock with my left palm.

I love this. The "straight" guys who watch the screen and never truly acknowledging the faggot who is servicing them.

To do that would make them a willing participant. Culpable, even.

It's better when they end up saying nothing at all. But that wasn't this time.

He said nothing at this point, so I took it as "go for it". Down on one knee I went, grasping his dick and taking it into my mouth.

He was a good 6", but thick. And he wasn't hard. He was fleshy and solid all at the same time - the dick that is, not he himself.

I took him well into my mouth and he started to grow. The few times I looked up his eyes were fixed on the screen. I could hear a woman (or women) making porn sex noises. The ones I'm guessing are never made in the bedroom of real men.

And he did grow  - to a little over 8", still nice and thick.  At this point the second knee hit the floor and I was a committed cocksucker.

I'm a master at using my tongue when I suck. The way I do it usually makes a man moan with pleasure. I'll be honest, I hate when I do it to no reaction, but not every guy has the same zones that make him feel good.

But I'd pull of to lick his shaft, underside, top side , left and right. And I also went down to his almost non-existent balls and licked those too. He liked that - not just the balls, but the attention to detail.

That is when he spoke....barely, but breaking protocol.

"Fuck yeah - lick it all over. You're good".

Yeah - I know. But it's nice to hear it.

Then I went back to sucking. The ball licking, unlike some, made his cock deflate a little. I had to get it back to erect status. That did not take long.

Then I went down on him. Yes, I did it before but this was much more deliberate. Going to his base and holding his cock in my throat. He fucking loved that.

I'd every so slowly withdraw his shaft from my mouth and again, deliberately put him back in my throat. He'd jump. His body and his cock.

I did this a half dozen more times and with no other warning he whimpered and said 'cumming'....and shot off a fuck of a lot of volleys of sperm which started to go directly into my throat.

I pulled back a little, as I did want to taste it and fuck if he didn't fill my orifice too. For having little nuts, he was pumping that spunk from somewhere....and I took it. And I swallowed.

I know, you're shocked, but I did. I swallowed every fucking drop of it.

Being the good cocksucker, I thanked him, stood up and walked out knowing there had been guys watching. I didn't give a flying fuck - I got the cock. I got the load. They didn't.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Boning the Neighbor

To be clear, it was not my neighbor, but one of a guy who usually pokes my hole.

I was on Scruff and he hit me up. He had hit me up before, and I had hit him up before......up the ass, that is.

While it is still not my usual style, I topped again. I think I have topped more this year than in the last 10 combined. It's just not my style, though recent activity might prove otherwise. And while it's an ok thing to do, when you compare taking it versus giving it.....well, I'd rather take every single time.

That's not to say I can't be a good sport about it.

But he hit me up, I was in a mood and I responded and was on my way to his house. Like the other times, the door was unlocked. I locked after entering, as I don't need any surprises, and found my way to his bedroom / office.

Last time he was in his chair watching porn. This time there wasn't even that pretense. He was on the bed, on his knees, waiting for cock. My cock.

And I gave it to him.

The lube was out. The rubbers were not.

I squirted a bit onto my already hard cock and place it at his hole. Well, it was my hole for the next 15 minutes. I owned that pucker while I was there.

He never looked up or behind. He didn't really care who I was. I didn't really care who he was either. We'd both individually played the role he was doing so often I knew how it goes. Yes, the cock is attached to the man, but all he wanted was the cock. And the fucking load.

I totally got where he was coming from.

I pushed in with ease.

Sure there was some resistance, but not a lot. I could feel the tread, but he knew how to open his hole - or others had done that for him over the years - to accommodate my thick piece of meat.

For the most part, I was fairly comfortable in my role as top. I made no true contact with the guy / hole below me. The one time he tried to pick up his head, well..............

I didn't want him to move. I didn't want to see his face. I didn't want to make a connection.

Granted, I know I'm projecting how I like to be treated in how I treat others the few times I'm the aggressor. Or the top. I can be an aggressive bottom, which I'm trying to fix......kind of.

I kept him in place like that as I screwed his hole.

He seemed to take it all really well. He was no stranger to being fucked, but I tried to make him feel it. I mean, if they don't, what's the point. Well, I mean, except for the load.

With little warning, I did give him that too.

He deserved to know I was going to cum up his ass and it's not like he didn't want it anyways. He loved it last time, so I'm sure he'd want it this time.

I'm not one of these guys who keeps fucking as he's coming. Since honestly, I don't cum that often, the entire process makes me quake. So I bury the bone and just let it shudder through me and I spew semen into his guts.

But he knows what to do with his ass. He milked my shaft, sending tremors throughout my body. And he was knowingly squeezing every drop out of my rod. But I do that too when I'm on the bottom, so I totally respect his efforts.

Since then, he's tried to engage me a few times, but with no luck. I'm not always in this mood, clearly. Perhaps I will be again.....and perhaps he'll be around.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

5 of 5

The final installment of my less than nine hours in a hotel room. This one is short and sweet. Or at least short.

44, 6'2", 38" waist, 7" thick.

I missed the 38" waist in his original description. The face was handsome in the pic he sent and I probably focused on the thick seven inch cock.

My ad was fairly clear about what I wanted, as you can see by the other guys who showed up. But to be fair, some of those guys came from Scruff or BBRT. Still, my CL ad was clear.

I didn't think it would happen as he kind of dicked me around for a day. He must have changed times 6-7 times and always had lame excuses. I don't know why I kept conversing with him. ...except for dick. I wanted dick.

This guy came over and he was all about the eating my ass. I like my ass eaten - but he wanted to perform oral more than anything. He'd go ass to balls to cock.   ....and I wanted dick.

This guy was smarter than the last three. He figured out early on that I had another load up my ass. Maybe that is the difference between the dick and the tongue. The last guy had left his seed up there less than 45 minutes before.

He asked how many loads there were up there and I told him the truth. He dove back in like a starving man.

In a way it was hot, but I've never been big on guys who eat loads out of asses. Not because I think it's disgusting either. No, I want to keep the load up there. All of it. Or as much as possible. I don't need to be felched out. Or want to be.

But there he was, between my cheeks, going to town and jacking the entire time.

He was so turned on, he got himself too close.

So he just lifted himself up and pushed his cock between my legs.  Two or three pumps was all it took and he unloaded his jizz up my ass.....repopulating what he had just extracted.

He wanted to see me cum, but I wasn't that interested in jacking off. So he got the hint and got his clothes together and went on his way.

I showered and met friends for breakfast with at least some remnants of five different guys semen up shot into my guts.

Friday, October 10, 2014

4 of 5

Oddly, I couldn't sleep. I was up at 7:00a and hopped on line.....looking. Always looking.

The next guy was actually 3.5....not #4.

He was a well built black man with one of the fattest cocks I've ever had the pleasure of pleasuring. Or trying to. I was happy to be able to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck.

Clearly, I'm not adverse to that, but he insisted on wrapping it. I get it. It's not my style, but I get it. The thing was, after he put it on, he couldn't stay hard. But he wouldn't remove it either. After about 15 minutes, he went out his way, as he didn't want oral service. His loss. Mine too.

Actual #4 was black as well. Younger. Maybe late 20s. His profile pic showed a well-built man. Great chest. Handsome face. He claimed an 8" dick, but he didn't show it. Still he was 3 miles from me and was over in a few.

Again, the door was open and in he walked handsome as fuck.

At first, I thought it would just be a blowjob, which was fine. He took off his pants and eventually his shirt and sat at the edge of the other bed. His cock was indeed a very solid, medium thickness 8" with a slight upward curve. When on my knees, which I was, between his legs, the black rod easily slid in my mouth and down my throat. I loved it. He seemed to love it.

He had a beautiful cock for worship and service. I'd have been happy to suck him until check-out time.

He did make the "mistake" of reaching down to play with my nipples.

As many of you have read here: that is my weakness. My nips are hardwired.....more to my ass than my cock (though it does make me stiff too). A guy playing with my tits just right can do just about anything to me and just about anywhere. I'd even let guys I'm really not attracted to do those things to me, if they know how to handle my chest just right.

Now, I could have kept my mouth shut - so to speak - and just enjoyed the feeling of his dark hands on my white chest, but I'll be honest to say I tried to manipulate the situation. So I said, "you shouldn't do'll get me into trouble".

Invariably, the guy will either ask what kind of trouble or intuit well and figure it out. I had to tell him it gets me into trouble.

Yet he wouldn't stop.   :-)

Finally, he said, "oh fuck it".....and pushed me back then lifted me up from the pits and put me on my bed. I asked what he was doing (yes, I was manipulating) and he said he was gonna fuck me.

He got lubed up and pushed in. It was fucking great. He totally took control of the situation - or at least he thought so.

In a way he did because the fucking was all his. Raw - in every way. Masculine. Primal.

He hammered me for a good 20 minutes, pushing my legs far back for full access. He knew exactly what he was doing. It felt fucking fantastic.

But with that 20 minute mark there was no holding back. There was no discussion. There was just the emptying of his sac into my hole. He shuddered with each squeeze I'd put down on his shaft when he was in the after-affects of orgasm. He was sensitive, but not enough to immediately pull out.

It was perfect.

He left and I fingered my hole a pit, making sure the load was well secured. And it was. Deep up there too.

Still, it was only 08:00 or so. I was supposed to meet friends for breakfast, but I still had an itch.

Breakfast would wait.

Monday, October 06, 2014

3 of 5

At 4:30 my phone rang.  WTF.

But the guy on the other end reminded me that much earlier the day before, I had given it to him for when he got off work.

We 'met' on BBRT. He was all top. All dom. But was headed into work. Maybe when he got off, which I thought was around midnight, we'd do the nasty. Perhaps he worked in a bar. I didn't ask.

All he wanted to do was fuck. I was ok with that. He said he'd be at the hotel in 10 minutes. I was ok with that too. I told him the door would be open. Just to lock it behind him.

I made sure the door was open and settled back into bed. I must have dozed off in those few minutes, still tipsy.

The next thing I remember is feeling the sheet being pulled down past my ass.

Clearly, not only had he arrived, but I'd find out in a few seconds that he had time to disrobe while in my hotel room as I slept.

I heard the flip cap of a bottle of lube go up. I heard the squirt into his hand, or maybe directly onto his cock. The lights were out. I was on my belly with my head to the side. I'm not sure I even opened my eyes. I'm not sure I needed to.

He was smooth. I could feel that.  While his profile said non-smoker, his breath reeked of tobacco. While it was annoying, it wasn't a deal breaker and I had no intention of kissing this guy.

He slid his alleged 7" dick (advertised, never seen) between my cheeks. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled. He pushed in.

As he was #3 in five hours, there wasn't a lot of resistance. He wanted it. So did I. And he knew it.

He pumped my ass for a good 20 minutes. No talking. Just breathing. Breathing the smell of cigarette smoke on the side of my face.

I'll be honest, I kept clenching my muscles in hopes of getting him off sooner. I wanted the experience, but I needed to sleep as well. But still he drilled my ass, his full body weight on top of me as he got his pleasure. All he wanted to do was fuck ass and spread his seed. A dark hotel room with a stranger he'd never truly see was optimal. Possibly for both of us.

Since I now had two loads in me - no I never lost a drop of either - if he realized there was other jizz in me, like guy #2, he never said a word. Of course, it had a been a few hours, so maybe it had worked its way into my tissue by now.

While there was little to no talking, when he got to that place and time, a loud grunt came from his mouth. Grunts, actually. One for each volley of sperm he was shooting into my hole.

I lay there with my hands under the pillow, kind of giving it a little lift to rest my head on, never picking it up, though I know my ass went back to meet his cock while he seeded me. I also gave it some extra squeezes to milk it all.

Still dark, he dressed and headed to the door. At the last minute he came back, grabbed his bottle of poppers off the night stand and was out the door.

I got in two more hours of sleep.

Friday, October 03, 2014

2 of 5

So I'm online - Scruff - and got hit up by a guy only 4 miles away.  I was afraid he was all talk. He liked to chat.

But to be fair, I was giving him that because, well, he was 5'11", 175, hairy, bearded, handsome as fuck, a nice cock and going by what he said, like it dirty and sordid.  What's not to like?

Of course, I was giving him some room for chatting and delay.

As it turns out, he was waiting for his partner to fall asleep. After he does, I guess he is just out of it and would never notice this guy being gone. So, he was all about cheating too....hence the sordid. Makes my cock hard.

By this time it is pouring rain out. But he texted he was there and I left the door ajar for him.

He got a good view when he walked in, as I was on the far bed. The closer one is more hidden by the wall, so he walked in on no surprises. He didn't turn around and flee, so I took it as a good sign.

As he stripped, he seemingly had more fur on him than his pic showed.....which was a lot.

He also would have had as much hair on his back, had it not been at least clipped. Normally, back hair is a non-starter for me (I won't go as so far to say 'turn-off'), but this guy could wear it well. He was a beast to look at, to talk to and soon - to have sex with.

He crawled up on the bed and onto me. No easing into introductions or such. We got down to it.

He wanted to make out and I was ok with that. That was my only disappointment. Not only was he fair at it, but I think the thinks he was good.

Ok, that's not my ONLY disappointment.

The power of the angle.

The dick looks nice and a lot bigger than it was. It was probably a good 5. 5" and he certainly knew what to do with it, but maybe it was my drunken haze, but it looked bigger in the picture than when  it was in my mouth......or ass.

But before we got to my ass, I got to his. With my tongue.

He fucking loved my tongue. He called me an 'artist' the way I used it. And I used it for a good 30 minutes. He had a hairy ass (duh!), but it was a sweet hole. I loved eating it and would have gone longer given the opportunity.

But at some point, I was on my back and he was slipping me his cock.  Yes, it was the same squeaky bed as the time before, but at this point, I didn't care. After guy #1 left, I had another beer or two while waiting for this guy.

I purposefully neglected to mention that he was fucking into another guy's load, but if he noticed, he said nothing.

There was nothing spectacular about the fuck itself. He was hot. He was saying all the right nasty things - about the act, or about me. He was saying how much he wanted to see me cum. They all say that - until they do first. Then they normally don't care as much....if at all.

But he was strained, in his body and his face, he was close. And soon he added his load to the one I had already acquired. It felt good. It felt right.

Soon, he was slipping on his clothes, telling me if I'm in the area again, that I had better contact him, and that he doesn't want to see me on-line at a later date when I neglected to reach out to him. I'll take that as a good sign on my abilities.

Especially my ass-eating ones. He kept commenting on those.

He had to sneak back home and back into bed, as it was now almost 2:30a.  I had to get a little shut eye as well.