Monday, August 31, 2015

B&W Three Way

I've been blowing 'the nerd' fairly regularly for a few weeks now. He's still nerdy, but not nearly as inexperienced as he led me to believe - or to be more accurate, that I assumed him to be.

This isn't a bad thing. I'm rarely in the mood to teach anyone anything. It is why I like men more than boys: experience. Don't get me wrong, 20-somethings are fine now and then - as you've seen here now and again.

But during these blowjob sessions, the Nerd has been dropping hints of wanting a third person with us. He has been dropping hints about tag-teaming me. Or at least spit roasting me. Or at the very least, watching me suck another guy and him.

Yeah - he might be inexperienced and just a healthy fantasy life, or he might know exactly what he's doing and up for. Still, neither of us had really acted on it, or actively looked for a third. I mean, I've only been blowing him for a month or so.

Then a three-way situation fell into our laps. Nerd was expected at 5:45p and a 36 yo black man  I was chatting with had to delay our meet-up time from 2:30p to 5:30p. I proposed to both we combine meetings. Everyone was fine with the situation. No getting pre-approval from everyone, they just all trust me. A rarity.

The Nerd showed up first. The other guy 25 minutes late. We actually did no pre-play ahead of time. He said he had to make a stop first. As it turns out, it was for condoms.

The guy had a really really nice cock.

Oddly, I don't think it was a big or as nice as the Nerd's. Still, it was a beauty.  The guy had a great body too. Just almost flawless.

I went to my knees and started sucking the Nerd. Then the new guy. Each guy inched closer to me, until both cocks were reachable.

Sure, they both went in my mouth at once, but that is only sustainable for a little bit. To make them both feel really good, I had to alternate cocks.

The Nerd had me bend over the desk and the other guy got a rubber on and tried to fuck me. Tried. As in: unsuccessful.

Like most guys I find who put rubbers on - and we've been through this - could not maintain an erection to save his life. The second the rubber came off, I got him rock hard. He put on a second rubber and - boom ! - deflated enough not to be able to work it up my hole.

I got on the desk and laid back. He walked around, placed one foot up on the desk, to position himself to be able to plunder the depths of my mouth, and he did. And I let him.

Nerd guy was between my legs, rubbing his cock, but not much more than that. I assume he was taking in the oral sights, but I couldn't see what he was looking at.

By now, the black guy was big and hard again - and there was one more rubber to try.  "Get on the floor", he instructed. He pushed my head and shoulders down, my ass was up, presenting to him. He got behind me and..................pffffffffffft.  

Flat tire. again.

I was still in position when I heard sounds of two guys doing something, but I stayed put. Still, soon, Nerd was behind me and SHOVED his big, fat cock into my ass...........and to the hilt at that. I moaned, big time, but he kept going. Not that I was moaning for him to stop, mind you. Quite the opposite.

Either he picked up on that, or just didn't care. Of course, I hope it was the latter.

What I also hoped was that the new guy was paying attention: raw riding on Nerd's part. I think he was feeling Nerd up while I got fucked, and it only took 5-6 minutes before Nerd tensed and groaned, sending his load deep up my ass.

He pulled out way way way too quickly, but I know he can be sensitive after cumming. But the black guy never took his place.  He came up to my mouth and rolled me on my back. I sucked. He'd pull out and jack. Then I'd suck. He'd jack - and we repeated.

Eventually - and not in too long of a time - he just shoved in my mouth and fed me his load.

I'm not sure he could have gotten out of their any quicker, but Nerd guy stuck for a few. He had to anyways, as his car was blocked in. We didn't really talk if it was a good or bad scene. It was kind of in between. I'm not sure any of us were fully satisfied with it - but to be honest, I think that is how 3-ways go most of the time.

I don't expect a re-grouping of these guys with me.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Double Breeding

I was all dressed up and at a meeting when I got a 'woof' on Scruff.

He was four miles away, decent body, nicely tatt'd. But by the time I had a chance to 'woof' back, he said he had someone on their way over to his hotel - and perhaps we could get together later. I figure it would never happen, so I headed home after my meeting. Of course, right before I made it home, he reached out to me. The guy he met up with got off almost immediately, leaving the woofer high and dry in terms of ejaculation - and was I free?

I told him I could meet him in an hour - and he was good with that. And an hour later, I was knocking on his hotel room door.

He answered in just a pair of briefs. I was still in my suit - minus the tie.

After a 'hello', his first words to me were 'deep kiss'.  It wasn't quite a question, as right after he grabbed the back of my head and drew me into him. The man was a good kisser. And deep. He was all in with this act.

Soon, trousers were dropped. Shirts were in a pile on the floor and the briefs kicked across the room. While we continued to make-out, his hands felt my tits (damn!) and then they found their way back to my ass. First just on the cheeks, and then, in between.

I dragged him over to the king sized bed and pulled him down while still making out. Soon enough, he was sitting on my chest, feeding me his cock.

He was a solid 7 with a curve to his left. Nice sized head. Even hard, the cock also curved down - this would be nice for the 69 we would do, or the sitting on my chest when he tried - and succeeded in - choking me with his penis.

The man liked to make me gag.  To be fair, I think he probably likes to make all his partners gag. And while his cock wasn't extra large, the curve made it easy to go past deep throating and really get lodged in your esophagus. His tight grip on my head didn't help matters - for me. It was perfect for him.

And gag I did. My deviated septum on my left nostril doesn't help matters, but this was his show - not mine. I was a just a bit player - to a degree. My eyes would water, I'd have spittle coming from the sides of my mouth, my face was flushed. It was all perfect in its own way.

He pushed me down, face down, and went back and ate my ass. It was good, but truth be told, I've had better. Still I liked his enthusiasm.

But my mouth wasn't the only place he wanted to bury his cock. "Get up on your knees".....and so I did. With just some spit on his cock, and what he left on my hole, he was soon balls deep up my ass. The man was a good fucker.  He knew how to pump. He knew how to treat a guy who'd show up in his hotel room, after being rejected shortly before. He knew what I was - and what I was there for.

I'm down with that. But you know that. You've read other entries here, right?

I'm afraid to say, he didn't last long. He tried slowing down to keep himself from cumming, but he was too far gone. He had started to withdraw and had to plunge deep to make sure I took the seeding he was wanting to give.

We lay there afterward, him almost spent. But then he went between my legs and started lightly lapping at my 'taint. Then went down to taste his own jizz in my hole.  Then he came up and kissed me so I could taste his jizz and my ass.

He started talking about his first times - which always gets me going anyways - and how now his experience would be considered taboo. I had already asked for a second go-round, but he said he wouldn't be able to get it up. Still he came to the edge of the bed and had my head bent over it - and he wanted me to clean off his cock - to really taste the cock that had just been in my ass. And I did.

The combo of the ass eating, the stories and the ass-to-mouth got him hard as hell again. He spun me around, him still standing next to the bed, my legs went up and he gave me a rough 5 minute fuck until he spewed a second load deep into my hole.

I fell right to my knees after he pulled out and he buried his cock again down my throat - a tight hold so I couldn't escape his freshly fucked dick.

It was a great meeting. I was ok to call it a day then, but he wanted me to cum.  Drats. I was hard and all, but I always want to save it - or at least not get off. It's just my place in life most of the time.

Still he wanted it and I kind of figured he had earned it - right?

I asked where he wanted it, because I was ready to do mouth or ass at that moment. But he wanted it in his face.


He didn't know what he was asking for, because he wasn't aware of how much I cum, when I allow myself to cum. And I had a good 10 day load in my nuts. I didn't tell him that either.

He played with my tits from below, his head now hanging off the bed, the same place I had been. And I didn't hold back.

Each time he thought it was the last shot, it kept coming. Or cumming. He was impressed and not even a little upset that so much had gotten in his eyes, though the majority was in his beard.

He stood up, grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me. My own cum was in my mouth, but more of it was on my beard, transferred from his very own.

I dressed, did a quick towel pass over my face, though not thoroughly cleaning it, walked to the lobby and drove away.

Saturday, August 22, 2015


I've written about him before - though for the life of me, I can't find the previous posts to link, so sorry about that.

He is gorgeous. Handsome with borderline being pretty. I'd call him "a kid", but he's 31 now. I've been hooking up with him for a few years, started at just giving him head. Now he wants me to partner with him to fuck others.

And that's all he wants me for. So there is no more giving him blowjobs or eating his hole. It's just getting head while he fucks, then switching positions.

Truth be told, I LOVE watching him fuck.

Clearly, I'm there because he likes to be watched. I'm there because I like to watch him. He has a great fuck face. The bottom never sees it because he is always behind them. But J is distant even in his fucking. He has no ability - it seems - to connect to anyone. He can't even make eye contact with me while he's pumping some guy's hole.

And I think I mentioned, when he's done, he's done. He'll wander away, or lay back on the bed to check his iphone messages. Him watching me fuck is almost never going to happen. His interest just goes to nil.

It's why I fake the orgasm more often than not when I'm there.

While you've all seen a few good fucks I've provided, overall, I'm still a bottom at heart. I don't go there to fuck, per se, but to see this guy, to watch him. I can't quite explain my fascination with him. It's not love. I'm not even sure it's lust.

It's like watching moving art. Sometimes the best part is during mid-fuck, he'll take off his shirt. 50/50 it remains on. I'm sure he's not the best top either, but his fluid body in motion, along with this face - eyes usually closed - is just something to see.

Lord, I sound like a schoolgirl with a crush.

He's never asked my name, and I only know his through some sleuthing - because I'm not entirely stupid.

He keeps me at arm's distance - and that is the closest I'd ever get. But now and again, he'll engage in conversation (via text) that makes him out to be much more experienced, and much much more filthy (not that there's anything wrong with that) than he'd ever come off to be. I know the guys with whom he associates (well I kind of know them), and I'm not talking just about me.

He has mentioned (and had over) guys whom I know to be utter pigs. Dirty pigs  -  in every sense of the word. Yet J, by all outward appearances

This last time, the guy he had over was ok. Better than most, in terms of body, but lord - what an open ass.

I hear guys talk of sloppy asses, but since I don't fuck that much, I don't know I've ever experienced such a thing. Until last week. You could drive a Yugo into this hole.

To be fair, I didn't really feel a load up in his ass, but since he was so loose, so sloppy, still I said: "you've already been fucked today".

He was a little shocked at my claim, but admitted he had been fucked by 'a daddy' earlier in the day and asked if I could still feel his load. I claimed I could - but I really don't think that the case. I was just hitting lubed up and stretched out lining of his colon.

J and I switched off a few times, but he went for it on round 4. He just unloaded his seed into this guy's ass. I got up and slipped right back in. Even in my semi-flaccid state, I could fit into the Chunnel.

J immediately lay back and started scrolling through messages on his phone, or looking for someone else / better.

I pretended to ejaculate, with the bottom telling both of us how he could feel me shooting up his ass. If he really couldn't - then he was a better actor than myself.  J never even looked up or even acknowledged any of this was still happening.

I pulled out, pulled on my shorts, and hit J's leg and said 'see ya'.  He responded with the same message and I left.

As much as I like seeing him and seeing him in action, it's a little soul crushing to keep going back. Again, I'm not sure why.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015


The Russian returned - and in less than a week.

I kind of knew he would, but I'm not as enamored of the situation, actually, the man, as I was last time.

He still looked ok. Still had a nice cock.

First off - he wanted to come by at 2p. Fine. 2p turned 4p, which turned to 5p, then 6p then 6:45p. Work, he said. I get that. The man's gotta eat, so he takes the jobs he's given when he's given them.

Between the long day of work with the possible addition of his nationality, and his what is likely chain smoking unfiltered cigarettes all day - his stench was...............unique. And pungent.

I like a degree. But something was off about this and it was not pleasant, but he was, I continued. Still, each deep throating brought me closer to his crotch and overall being. When things smell really bad, I normally breathe through my mouth, but one can't do that when it is filled with cock.

The last time he kept repeating "only women", but that seal had been broken, and probably well before me. He stepped away from my mouth and fished a rubber out of his pants.

"Fuck?" he does know more words than he's letting on.

Truth be told, I didn't really want the rubber, but truth be told, I knew it wasn't really my call. I had lube, but it wasn't really compatible with condoms. I'm guessing he didn't know that.

He expertly put the rubber on, and I expertly covered it with the lube I had. And then I bent over.

Granted, I get that condom-porn also deals with guys who take ED drugs to get and keep hard, but the majority of the time I play with a guy who puts on a rubber (or if I do), the stiffness goes away. This can't just be me - right?

Well, it was no surprise when his limper (but not fully limp) noodle just couldn't get into the hole. He kept thinking he was there, I assume, the way he humped the outside of my ass. But even then, his cock would "fall out" of the non-existent hole he was "fucking".

He was frustrated, and so was I. In my annoyance, I just muttered, "just take off the damned rubber".

He either has a better grasp on the English language than I thought, and was very quick, or he had already tossed the rubber off.

I reached around with more lube and stroked his cock - and it took almost nothing to get him back to full hardness.

Then, it was me back over the desk and him pushing past my outer muscle and deep into my guts.

It surprised me very little when he was more of a jack-rabbit fucker. Fast and Furious (there already has to be a porn version of those movies - right?). Super fast, actually.  Maybe - MAYBE - four minutes and he was screaming something in his native tongue, that had to be "I'M CUMMING".

Of course, it's just my guess. He may have been saying something vile about me.

I can live with that.

I'm not sure he could have been out of there any faster - and trust me, I was ok with that.

I got his cock. I got his load. I'm not sure there will be any repeats, but you just never know.

Monday, August 17, 2015


Not really a sex post - just a post about sex......or lack of, due to flakes.

I know we all deal with them and I really try NOT to be one. If I'm uninterested I say so, or if I see the email / text exchange going down a bad or wrong path, I quash it. The temporary sting of rejection is certainly better than the dull ache of waiting............always waiting.

I'd say for on-line hook-ups, at least for me, there is only a 15% success rate. So if you're doing the math on my blog entries, you know how many lines must be cast to actually hook something. Even the bad ones.

I have no reason for it, exactly, but I hit a breaking point the other day. I've looked back and really tried to figure out why now / why him. Nothing in his profile was so outstanding that I felt cheated out of a hot man or time. Even his second to last email had me thinking he was trying a bait and switch when he asked if I got my cock sucked, when my ad clearly said 'no reciprocation'.

Still, he said he was on his way over. 10 minutes it would take him to be here.

I think that was my breaking point though. WHY put a time table to your bullshit if it is jut that - bullshit? It's like the guys who say they're leaving and never get off their couch.

Earlier in the week a guy was 30 minutes late and I said - so you're not coming?  He said,  "I couldn't find the place."

I called him on his bullshit. I said you had a phone. You've been texting me - you couldn't have asked? You couldn't have called?  And since he had a blue text box, he was on an Apple product, and since he had my address, I knew he could Apple Map it or Google Map it.

Not surprisingly, he never replied.  Stupid gets caught in stupid.

So maybe he was also my breaking point.  So when Mr. Average (probably) who (probably) really wanted to suck my cock as opposed to getting sucked failed to show, I just dropped this email on him:

A little common courtesy goes a long way. Lack of it goes farther - just not in a good direction. 

I'll assume now that you're a half hour late that.....

1. You had a horrible horrible accident on he way over, and are pinned beneath your car w your phone just inches out of reach.  

2. You changed your mind but think only YOUR time is valuable and you're still waiting for that spine to arrive via FedEx. 

3.  All you really wanted was to suck my cock and when I said that wasn't what I was after (nor did my ad imply I was ) you decided to bail.  Again too gutless to say so.  

4. Your wife, girl / boy friend showed up and you lost internet connectivity to let me know.  

Part of me is hoping it is #1

And in reality, I REALLY hoped it was #1

Yes, it is petty, but it really came down to #2. Don't fucking waste my time and I won't waste yours. But that time is not just yours, so be a fucking human about it.

Of course, I never ever ever expected a reply. I'm not sure I wanted one. And if I did, I assumed it would be him calling me a "dick" or "asshole" - which I may or may not have coming. But hours later he actually had the balls to shoot me a message, so I'll give him that:

Yep, you are right and I am sorry. No excuse.  Inconsiderate of me and truthfully maybe a little pathological. I think I want it until I find it and then I leave people feeling helpless.  So again, I apologize 

While I don't accept the apology - and I don't - is this what it comes down to with all flakes? A pathological fear of finding what they want?

I did shoot off a message, probably too quickly, bust still meant every word of it about how he and his ilk are what's wrong with hook-up sites. Too big of pussies to put up and get off on chatting with guys but not being able to be honest about that.

There are sites if you just want to jack off to fantasies. Pay your $1 / minute, spray your seed, hang up and wipe yourself clean.

But leave me the fuck out of it.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Не говорю по английски

Allegedly that means 'no speak English in Russian. At least according to the internet.

Not unlike the Hispanic dude I let fuck me a few months ago, this dude knew little to no English.

He pulled up in a work van / truck of some type, the likes of which I have never seen. I have zero idea what kind of business for which it could be used. Not that I care - it's not like we were doing it in his truck.

When he came in, it was a lot of nodding and very little talk. I didn't realize it at first that he was Russian. Probably emigrated here not that long ago. He looked liked he was a hard worker, and he reeked of cigarettes - clothes and skin.

And while he might have only been 37, but the smoking had taken a toll on his skin. He was pre-wrinkled where he shouldn't be. He carried himself well, but when he relaxed with his shirt off, he had a little paunch - but not fat. Still he didn't look like the same guy who walked up the drive.

He had a few words of English down - 'bathroom' as he pointed to it, making me think he had to use it. I obliged.

'Only Women' where the other two he kept repeating. I wasn't sure it was a question or a statement. Either way - it was incorrect. I was there to put his cock in my mouth - so not 'only women' for me. Well, no women at all. Ever.  And he was coming to get his cock sucked, so no 'only women' for him either.

And since he was looking at craigslist M4M, it was highly doubtful I was his first. Possible, I suppose, just not probable.

The cock was nice.....and uncut.

Not just uncut but with plenty of foreskin. And veiny foreskin at that.

I am not sure I've seen such prominent veins in the actual foreskin before.

And look how tightly that skin wraps around the head, truly exposing the rim. It was so fucking hot.

I know many guys like cut or uncut - for the most part, I don't care one way or the other. I suppose it is fun to play with one like this, getting my tongue underneath the skin, tasting the trapped precum.

Language barriers or not - it seems all men understand Fellatio.

I got his body language. I understood his moans. I understood the grip on my head. I knew what he meant when he started spewing cum into my mouth.

He knew what I mean when I groaned and swallowed.

There were no need for niceties on his way out - he couldn't convey them and I couldn't understand them.

It was a blowjob. Not a United Nations meeting .

Monday, August 10, 2015

It Broke

I was looking for a fuck - and I got one.

I wish I had asked for a pic, but I rarely do - for multiple reasons. Sometimes it pays off handsomely, sometimes it just is, and sometimes you go 'ummmmmmmm' - sometimes following through, sometimes not.

The pic would have possibly reminded me I had had sex with him a decade ago. If I wrote about it then, I can't find the blog post now. But his ad said, 6' 220, muscular powerlifter.

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't - a powerlifter. He hit 220 20 or 30 lbs ago. All of it in his gut. He might be able to dead lift 430, but chances of him lifting a box of thin mints seemed to be more likely.  7" was more like 5.

Sometimes you can't win for losing. And I didn't know this until he got to the door, so, I guess I could have sent him away.

But he had a scene he wanted to play out. He asked if I wanted it raw or wrapped. I said it was up to him. He wanted the best of both worlds. Fucking me until the rubber broke - and then still finishing.

While stealthing is definitely a turn-on, as mostly a bottom, I find it difficult to do. And many tops won't really step up to that plate. So a "role play" was the next best thing, I guess.

He said he would bring the condom and that he was on his way - then sent me this picture.

I even planned to webcast this live, but that was another plan with a hole in it.

So he gets to the door, and if he remembers me or our last time, he doesn't show it, but i know and i remember it being ok because there were some firsts for me - but overall, it wasn't satisfying and he really didn't register with me on an erotic scale.  Still the door opened for him and upstairs we went.

The laptop was set-up and the web page was open. I had already put out an alert and link to the show / page via Twitter.

I dropped to my knees and sucked him through his lime green gym shorts. Then when those dropped his stupid ass jock strap / thong. I'd have shaken my head in sadness had I ever seen that in my gym locker room.

Like reverse magic, his 7" became 5. Stubby, especially seemed small when added in the gut. I'd say I don't know why I let him stay, but I probably do know why:  load collection.

I had come up off my knees for the fuck and reached into my counter drawer, "insisting" he put on a rubber. And he did. Well, technically, I did. I opened the package and rolled it on him. I turned around, he was ready to insert and BOOM - the Chaturbate screen had gone into 'warning' mode.

While the site had my documentation on file, they actually saw two people on screen (they audit? who knew??) and demanded documentation for the other person or no show.

Well - while doing the documentation isn't too too difficult, in the middle of sex, it is inconvenient at best. Still pics would have to be taken and emails sent - plus waiting time on the other side to verify and approve. I wasn't wanting this guy in my place for that long - so we opted to continue without.

I bent over for him, but had to talk him through penetration. Maybe it is my height, but guys are almost always 1-2" above entry. But with some assistance, he was in - and in to the balls.

I won't say I 'faked it', but I "ooh'd and ahh'd" at all the places I should have....and at the right times. But I can't say I was really into it. I wanted it to happen, but I wanted it to be done.

I did give him my phone (really - why is is so hard to self-film fucking?) and this is what he got.

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The video is here for all of 2 seconds of visual. The ripped condom.

In theory, the broken rubber his hotter than fuck. It isn't really real, but in certain ways it is. The guys back storying it when they see it and not read this will spring a boner and jack their dicks off to a darker encounter that they'd probably never follow through on.

That's ok. Most sex is fantasy. I often wonder what guys are thinking about when I'm blowing them and they close their eyes. I'm almost sure they are not thinking about me - and that's ok. I'm just a curious sort.

Thursday, August 06, 2015


I was sent a message: a guy was dying for some head. He was headed out to do an estimate on a job in an affluent area of town and could I meet him out at the house he was performing said estimate.

This is not my normal routine - but I wasn't far from him, as I was coming from getting off my knees at another semi-regular's house. I'm not sure why I keep going over to that guy - decent enough load, but disappointing cock - and he's just a popper pig. He takes in as much oxygen as he does "video head cleaner".

The good thing about this last visit was he had a guy working in his garage. The guy I was sucking said he could walk in at any moment and see us. I hoped he would. I told him to tell the guy he had a cocksucker, but his response was, "I don't need trouble with the police".   That I didn't get.

The guy did knock (wish he had just walked in) and they conversed out of site of me, though I sat on the sofa stroking my cock in case he did peer in. No such luck.

Anyways, so, guy #2 leaves a message as I'm blowing guy #1. I said I can be there in 15 minutes. I figure, worse case scenario is I just leave.

The neighborhood is nice, but more populated than you'd think considering the wealth and the way most of the area is - which is acres and acres per property. Somehow I arrive first, and just drive around until he tells me he is there.

Naturally, in my pea brain, I figured (hoped?) that he'd be a hot laborer, or at least a very masculine one. Once again, porn has lied to us about how these guys look and how it all plays out. Yet I fall for it every time.  B.T. Barnum was right.

He pulled up in an ancient beat-up Volvo. He looked like Sam Elliott if Sam Elliott grew his hair to his shoulders and hadn't washed it for a week.  Or as a friend said to me, "in other words....Sam Elliott".

The guy was probably close to my age but with his - I'm guessing 4 pack a day habit - he looked 15-20 years older. And since it was noon, he was well into his 2nd pack of the day. Every breath he'd take - especially the exhale - would be like me sticking my nose directly into an ashtray, even though I'm on my knees three feet below him.

So, I get there and he goes "maybe we can find a place to do this....or do it in your car."

I'm like - you don't know a place?  I thought that is why I'm here. But he'd never been to the place. He said the owners were in Vegas and he was to do some work for them. Houses were not really close, but had views over to the one we were at.

For someone who had never been there he knew his way around. We went into a gated area - he knew exactly where the latch was and how it operated. He walked over to a pool area and grabbed a float and carried it over, depositing it in front of me so I could be on my knees in comfort.

What this guy lacked in looks, hygiene and professionalism, he made up for in his cock.

When fully erect, it was a very plump 7". Nice head too.

He really enjoyed my work, but that excitement led to breathing heavy, which led to that ashtray smell.

Still, the shaft had a good angle which made it nice for deep throating and then tickling the underside with my tongue as I extracted the cock - before repeating the process.

As he said it had been "forever" since he had head, I knew he wouldn't or couldn't last long. And he didn't. Maybe 10 minutes tops.

I could feel every pulse of this shaft as he shot streams of cum into my mouth. I milked it with my jaw, but then afterwards, milked it with my hand until every last drop was out.

I thanked him, got off my knees and drove away.

Monday, August 03, 2015

A Thing

Let it be said - not every feeder can treat a guy like a cocksucker.

I've touched on this before - even the "tough" ones, the domineering Sir types, turn into some kind of high school girl after the orgasm. Or sometimes before the sex even starts.

"Lived here long?"  "What do you do?"

Great questions for a date. Shitty repartee for when one is being a hole.

There are times when guys (tops and bottoms) are almost not human. You hear someone telling you that you are "just a hole" and sometimes you need to be only that. You're a receptacle.

He came over for head. At least that's what he said. I'm not bragging (and it's not bragging if it's true), but once a guy sees my cock they usually want to play with it or suck it. I don't want them to. If I did, I'd have advertised for that or answered an ad for that activity.

The easy solution would be to keep my shorts on, I know. But there is something vulnerable about being on your knees naked servicing a guy. It puts you, and keeps you, in your place.

He made a grab for my cock, but I literally cock-blocked him. He got the message, took the hint and then took over.

He put my on my knees. He took his cock in hand and guided it to my mouth. Then his hands were on my head.

We were both there, but I was more utilitarian than human. Receptacle more than mouth. There was no conversation. There wasn't even moaning - from either of us. He was laser focused on what he came here for and what he was to accomplish.

His hips didn't necessarily move fast, but forceful and with determination. This went on for a good 15 minutes.

While he made no overtures near the end, the hardening of his cock was enough for me to know ejaculation was imminent.

And he came. Globs of sperm filled my mouth. He pulled out too and shot on my face as well. He had good accuracy, which most guys don't. It didn't hit the floor - just my face.

I leaned back to savor the sperm in my mouth and to lick around my lips, capturing some of his spewed seed.

He stood over me, shook his cock two or three times - depositing any additional strands he had left. Without saying a word, fastened his pants and zipped them up as he walked to the door and departed.