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.

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.

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. 

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.

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. 

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.

Distant

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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.

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.