tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147969432024-03-18T14:57:50.910-05:00Adventures with BikeGuy13 - True Tales of a Sex AddictBikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.comBlogger882125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-62222626375066723952023-09-19T13:33:00.001-05:002023-09-19T13:33:00.146-05:00<p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Black Signal is still very very strong. It’s been a few weeks – or longer – but some of the sniffies guys are starting to come back ‘round. I was figuring shortly after our initial meet ups that they were one and dones. And honestly, them reaching back out to me was probably more about their desperation than them truly wanting me. Clearly that is my assessment. I have no validity to that statement, per se. It’s possible they got busy. It’s possible they were not on the app the same times I was. But it’s dick. Black dick. Do I care?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">BTW, one of the guys corrected me, when I called it ‘cock’.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He said black men do not have ‘cocks’, they have ‘dicks’. I asked another black guy I have serviced. I agreed, saying “cock” is a word white men use to describe a guy’s dick. I haven’t done the research (yet) to see if this is a widespread thing.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Right now, the ‘n’ is two.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://bikeguy13.blogspot.com/2022/12/suk-me.html">The first guy</a> asked me back. Oral only. No talking at all.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Nothing. That was a directive.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Dark below level apartment. Blinds drawn. Lights off. Black face mask over his head, and his head tilted back. It was so dark, like the first time, that I couldn’t see him. His skin so dark, that he disappeared into his own living room. Yet I knew he was there. I knew his legs were spread. I got on my knees in front of him. He was already erect. He was waiting for it. Needing it.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>So was I.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">While the no talking things was meant for me, he pretty much stuck to it too. Of course, it’s not a surprise. He clearly wanted no interaction or personalization of these encounters in any kind. That I know where he lives must nag at him a bit, but I don’t care enough to find out who is who. He deidentified himself so much that at this moment, he is literally nothing but a cock to me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Or a dick, as the case may be. I’m pretty sure I’m not a man either, just a mouth. I’m a utility. That is more than fine with me. Sometimes these encounters are made for me to be subhuman.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Like a fine-tuned honing device, I found his cock. Easily. Even in the dark. My lips wrapped around it. I played with the head for a little bit, running my tongue over the head, then around it. I inched my way down………..then back up.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>And repeat. Often.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He squirmed a bit. He semi-moaned, but really tried to make no noise. It was about the anonymity in all its forms. I varied my technique. Slow. Faster. Wetter. More tongue. More suction. Then less of one, the other or both. Deep. Underside. Head only, or head and just below. He liked that. But then there was the grabbing of my throat and head, guiding me at his direction.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>How he wanted it, where he wanted me, the rate of up/down/bob, all without words. All with a tight grip that made me know I was just a human fucking fleshlight. The mouth version.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">This time took a while. My first visit, not so much. I was there for a good 30-35 minutes working on his black shaft. My eyes had adjusted but I didn’t look up.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I didn’t want to. He didn’t want that either. He was holding back. I wasn’t edging him, he was edging himself. When he finally let loose, the load was enormous. No worries. I missed nothing.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I thought he wouldn’t let me lick him clean and squeeze out the last drop, but he did. I grabbed my keys when I was done, got up and left, never even looking at him. I shut the door behind me and drove away. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">As for <a href="https://bikeguy13.blogspot.com/2023/01/sniffies-breeding.html">the fuck guy from the holidays</a>……the second guy………</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He found me again, and asked if I was free right then because he was ‘horny af’. I wasn’t, but said if he gave me 30. He thought that’d be cool. I was halfway there when he said he needed lube.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Fuck.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Spit, apparently, is too good for him. Granted, he has an almost 8” thick dark tool.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I said I could swing by CVS and I did.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>That was a cluster as for some reason all lube is under lock and key! <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>And there was no help to be found.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>So I got lotion instead.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>When in a pinch.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I made it to his place and there was zero ‘get to know you’ time, which is perfect. He was stripped down before I was out of my boots.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He went back to the bed, back against the wall, legs spread, cock 90% erect.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“You suck dick?”. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Maybe he didn’t remember, but I sucked him last time. But last time was just a small sample before getting down to fucking.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This time, he wanted a proper blowjob before getting down to fucking.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I got down to it and he was very receptive to what I was doing. Verbal. Really wanted it. Clearly it had been a while and / or hadn’t had the skill or attention I was giving. I like to believe I gave him head like he hadn’t ever had. He gripped my head and pushed me down. I was going that way anyway, but I appreciated the effort and drive. It was a great dick and I swear it was bigger than I remember.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>That, btw, is not a complaint.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Personally, the saliva I left on his cock would have been enough for lube in which to fuck me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The bj didn’t go on nearly as long as I wanted (when do it ever?) and he got up.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I thought he wanted to get right to boning my ass, but he dropped to his knees, while I was propping myself on my elbows, and swallowed my cock. He was no novice. The mouth felt amazing. He was quick, but thorough. I mean, he didn’t get me off or try to. Nor did I want him to. At least not before, you know, fucking me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He stood up and grabbed the lotion and applied to my hole and his cock dick. While he was engorged, I never considered him asking to ‘ease in’ to me. He lined up and pushed in. It felt great. He didn’t rush it. But it wasn’t super slow either.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">You know how there is a certain point in the cock, usually about one-third of the way down, where many shafts flare a bit?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He was almost there. Paused. Then sank in. It. Was. Amazing.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>It felt so fucking good. I groaned. It was involuntary.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Not only was there no pause from bottoming out to pump action, verbally encourage him to fuck me. While it wasn’t begging, it was borderline. He didn’t hold back. He just pumped the hole with expertise. His face was focused. Not on me, or even his own cock, though he did watch it go in and out. He seemed to be concentrating on the act. The stamina. The need to cum, but not wanting to cum………at least yet.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I’d say 8-10 minutes into that fuck he lost his focus. He hit a point of the fuck where there was no return. The only option was to empty his ball. Luckily, it was going to be deep up my ass.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>And it was.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Deep.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>His face said it all, though he did tell me “I’m gonna nut”.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">As most do, he buried the bone in my back yard, then he released the kids-to-be, coating my guts. He was slow to pull out. We let nature do most of the work. He winced when I used my butt muscles to squeeze out every drop.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I could tell he shot a lot. As buried as it was pumped into me, I’m not a leaker and I could feel it start to ever so slightly trickle out as I got to my car.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;">#I left him the lotion. Maybe I’ll get an invite back for him to use it again.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span> </span></p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-75760525436095902612023-09-05T13:25:00.009-05:002023-09-05T13:25:00.147-05:00Feeding Time<p><span style="font-family: times;"> Feeding Time</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">That is the message I usually get via Grindr. Usually once per day. Sometimes several times per day.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">This all started a month or two back – but still in the Black Signal timeframe. It’s not saying I’m getting “it” once per day, but the attempt is there.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Kind of.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Consistency and ability to follow through are an issue with this guy.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He’s 29, about 6’, slim, maybe 170. But sports a nice cock. The one he sends in pics might be his, but done from an angle that adds an inch or so not just in length but girth. It’s still almost 8, which isn’t bad………..at all.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>And yes, in regards to ‘the signal’, he is black.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfKk9LfZ5-cD4nN3J1CYNMejDUHUK1G2Hjx8y7gOqTca91HWIKESCF_pyGi0LCXB2UZXSLyjahCHR7G1Zsm06mhm3TOllMrKtlC3DYTRnxQV-P3uBoLMmBJhnSrJn6xurGKnqLvYQFo7Qb6O89qlL62c9F3c3rxEIMMLHf2Lvi_GeFE_M_e4xeQ/s640/IMG_7957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="436" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrfKk9LfZ5-cD4nN3J1CYNMejDUHUK1G2Hjx8y7gOqTca91HWIKESCF_pyGi0LCXB2UZXSLyjahCHR7G1Zsm06mhm3TOllMrKtlC3DYTRnxQV-P3uBoLMmBJhnSrJn6xurGKnqLvYQFo7Qb6O89qlL62c9F3c3rxEIMMLHf2Lvi_GeFE_M_e4xeQ/w273-h400/IMG_7957.jpg" width="273" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Still, he’d text he’s ready, but he isn’t.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He’d text he’s at Location A, but he isn’t. He’d text he’s ready to blow a load, but he isn’t. Sometimes he is, but finding ‘x’ in that equation is tough and often fruitless.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">But it’s BBC, and I have a weakness for it. I am aware of this, no one needs to tell me. It’s 8” of black meat that I want in my mouth. I want to feel it, smell it, taste it and of course, extract a load out of it.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I want him to know that his cock is superior and that I am a cocksucker. Though I think he already knows it. And he knows I kind of say ‘how high’ when he says ‘jump’.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Of course, ‘jump’ = ‘feeding time’.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">In the course of this month or two – and the dozens and dozens of texts – I have maybe gotten him fully off about 3-4 times. The rest are attempts at getting him off. He scares easily and leaves the scene quickly even when it’s not warranted.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">When it does happen, it’s nice. A great cock that fits in my mouth nicely. I’d like to worship more, but given the circumstances it becomes a blowjob. It’s more bobbing quickly to stimulate release than it is a down to the root for the attention it needs and deserves. And he’s so herky jerky about who might be approaching (and never does), that it tends to end abruptly, or almost worse, he jacks off near me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>There have been times he hasn’t let me take the load, sometimes he has. I’m fairly certain he thinks I won’t take the load, so he doesn’t attempt it – as if he’s forgotten I’ve swallowed before.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">A few times, as I sit and lean in to blow him, he reaches over me and down, running his hand across my ass, and even finding the hole to just trace his finger over.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I love the idea of taking eight black inches up my hole, but I know it cannot happen where we are.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He can’t commit to some head, he’ll never get through a boning. A few times he’s grabbed below my chin as to hold / guide me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">When he does cum, it’s a nice load. Good viscosity. Good flavor. Decent amount. But he’s 29. I’m assuming he’s getting himself off a few times per day. Maybe by himself. Maybe by me. Maybe with others.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">It’s a great cock. I wish he were more engaged or more reliable. I get who / what I am makes me at the mercy of a feeder.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-61702306580983742812023-08-29T13:17:00.003-05:002023-08-29T13:17:00.145-05:00Lubed and Ready ? <p><span style="font-family: times;"> <span>Lubed and ready?”</span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">These would be the first words he’d say to me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I was out after my workout and swung by the park to which I’ve been visiting. I won’t lie, it attracts mostly black men, and that is kind of why I frequent this place. As it turns out, I’m either too old, or too white (or both) for these guys most of the time. Usually they won’t even acknowledge me at all.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I get it. But I don’t dress like a cop might, which leads me back to the age/race part. Now and then, I’m taken up on my offers, as you’ve read over the last few months – as some of those tales have taken place here.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;">It was a Sunday morning, and cold. It is early March, ya know. Two cars in the lot. One car has blacked out windows, so I don’t know who is in there, or if anyone is in there. I have a clear shot to the shelter area, and no one is waiting there. I hang in the car for a few.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The area has shitty cell service, so I don’t know if anyone nearby is on any of the apps. Sniffies kind of comes up, but everything has a major lag.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I grab my keys and poppers and walk towards the shelter. I pass by the other car. I can kind of see a white guy inside. I can’t tell his age, but his hair makes me think he is old. He has a lot of stupid bumper stickers on his car.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I’m not in the shelter for long when I see him leave his car and approaching. He’s not as old as I believed, just greying hair, most likely prematurely, though he’s not like in his 30s or probably 40s. There is no standing and foot shifting. No hemming. No hawing.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He pulls at his zipper and asks – “lubed & ready?”.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I tell him I’m ready. I say spit will have to do for lube.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He doesn’t even flinch.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I drop my sweatpants down far enough. I’m commando underneath. I go to bend over the waist high wall.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He wants me to turn towards the parking lot so we can see someone coming.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I can figure out if a car is coming, I face my way to see if hikers, who make less noise, are approaching. I win. Duh.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He put his dry 7.5”, but thick, cock to my hole. I have to remind him about the spit. I also spit into my hand and slather my hole with saliva. “Fuck yeah”, I hear him say as he watches me apply it liberally.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I like this guy. It’s about fucking. It’s not about me sucking him to get him hard so he can perform. He’s ready. This is all he wants. Ass. Hole. Cock. Raw.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I’m all about giving it to him.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I resume my place over the wall. Ass out. Poppers in hand. With little trouble, I might add, he slides the head and first inch up my hole. We both know he’s in, so he just keeps sinking. Deeper. Till he bottoms out.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>And then the fucking starts.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The guy has skills. He knows how to fuck.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Deep strokes. Not all the way out, but close. Plunging back in. Grinding. Making himself known.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He tells me he his wife thinks he’s at the grocery store. I let him believe that I believe his lie. He has a wife about as much as I have one. I think his lie makes his cock harder. Or so it seemed. It is quite possibly my imagination.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">For a semi-exposed park fuck, this goes on a while. Usually it’s in and out. Literally.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>And figuratively. But he saws away – in out in out in out in out – making himself feel good, making me feel great, though I don’t think he cared a bit about my pleasure. He sure didn’t ask. Though my “ohhh yeah….keep fucking me” might have been a clue that I was liking having my butthole used by a stranger in a public place. But that’s just a hunch.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Like I said, he was good at his craft. I took it like a champ. My ass was open for him and he took full use of that “experience”. He fucked. He pounded. There was no “just sex” kind of thing, it was a FUCK. But it’s a park, you have to expect that. It’s about immediacy and the ability to do what you need to and move one.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Yeah, I hoped that someone else would show up. Take over from where he finished. This time there’d be no need for spit or more lube. But I saw the parking lot. No one was around.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Still, he had to get home to “the wife”. He was moaning. He was close and I knew he was starting to shoot.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>But I’m a fucking self-centered whore sometimes. I want to know what he / they are doing at that moment.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>So I prompt.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“What you are doing?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>What’s going on??<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Say it!” <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>This response:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“I’m breeding your fuckhole.”<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Boom. That’s all I wanted. I don’t ask for much.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">As I always do, I use my ass muscles after they ejaculate. I plan to squeeze out every drop of their jizz. I know they can be sensitive, but I find it important to get it all. Deep down, I have to believe the tops want it all taken in – no matter what end. But as it bound to happen, the guy eventually slides out, on his own accord, or just due to gravity and flaccidness.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He stands there for a few seconds looking around.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Got anything to clean this off?” as he gestures to his dick.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I drop to my knees and go, “how about this?” and stick out my tongue. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Yeahhhhhhh.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Fuck yeah” is his response. My lips wrap around his head and take him down to his pubes. I make a show of it, and then back out and use my outstretched tongue, so he knows I’m cleaning his cock.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He pulls away, tucks himself back in and pseudo waves as he walks away.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-70400767880003544502023-08-22T13:24:00.001-05:002023-08-22T13:24:57.171-05:004.5 at the Park<p><span style="font-family: times;"> I was back at that park. That one that is primarily frequented by minorities. Sometimes you have to insert yourself into situations when the Black Signal isn’t working consistently.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Normally it is about a 15% success rate. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not horribly welcome there it seems. It might be my skin tone. It might be my age. It might be both. Or something else. But when I connect, I usually really connect.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">This was a Sunday morning. I had been chatting with a guy who fucked me in a warehouse during working hours a few years back. We’ve been unsuccessful at finding another time. But he was now living close to this park and he agreed to meet me. I told him I’d be in the shelter.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">When I got there, only two cars were in the parking lot. One handsome guy cleaning is car with his two very intimidating pit bulls sitting next to said car. The other was, I’m guessing, a woman learning to drive – and who did nothing but circle the parking lot again and again and again. But the guy showed up and made his way to where I was in the park. He wasn’t happy about the location, so I pointed to an abandoned / closed up restroom building where we could go behind. And off we went – him ahead of me by a few hundred feet.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">We got right down to business.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I had nothing on under my gym shorts and my hole was lubed. This was a get in / get out scenario, literally and figuratively. His cock was thinner than I remembered, but honestly, last time it was a dark warehouse. I didn’t see it – just felt it.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>In me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Here I saw it for a moment, as I offered him lube. Then I turned to the stone structure and he stepped behind me and slid in. The fucking itself was ok. Nothing spectacular, but considering the circumstances, I wasn’t expecting anything groundbreaking.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Shortly into the fuck, a guy walked the path near the bathroom and looked back. He stopped….and walked towards us. I told the guy fucking me to keep going, the guy was good. I’d seen him here before. Hell, I’d sucked his cock before. Turns out, I would again.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He walked in front of me and tugged on his sweats until his fat 9” cock appeared.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>“Suck it”.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>So I did. Here I was in the partial woods, behind an outhouse getting spit roasted by two black cocks – one light skinned, one very dark.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The one in my mouth firmed up. He wanted me to open my mouth telling me to “keep on it”. He kept telling me – not asking – that I liked that dick.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I did. It filled my whole mouth and I was hoping he’d switch positions with the guy behind me, who by the way was having trouble staying hard. Maybe an audience was too much for him. But he didn’t leave, he eventually came and stood next to me watching me suck the BBC.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I had been bent over, but now that I wasn’t taking it up the ass, the feeder told me to get on my knees in front of him. So into the wet leaves and mud I went. Condom wrappers strewn about. Yeah, this place gets decent action.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">As I was down there, another guy showed up. He was in all grey, that’s about all I got from my position. Still he had his cock out – a respectable 7.5”. It was harder to see him looking up.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>The guy whom I was sucking said, “get on his dick”.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I pivoted a bit to my left and took him in my mouth. His hand went to my head and fed me cock. I took it like a pro, right down to his pubes.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I would alternate between the three cocks in front of me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">So into this I was, that I didn’t see a fourth guy appear. It was the handsome guy cleaning his car. As it would turn out he’d only observe and only for a while. If someone attempted to bring him in, he’d take a few steps back. He didn’t stay long, but long enough for the guy in grey to say he was about to cum. So whichever dick I was on, I came off it and went to him. I caught the load with time to spare. I wanted to show it to the guy who took charge of the scene, but he told me to swallow it, so I did and showed him my empty mouth. Just then, the guy who had been fucking me was ready to unload. I did the same to him and ingested that jizz too.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Guy #3 left, leaving just the first two guys. I worked on the biggest dick for a while. “Keep going………….keep going……..”.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>His load was sizeable and tasted good. There was no audible reaction from the guy watching. There would be no “thanks”. It would be pulling up the sweats and both of them walking away.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">There was another guy yards away, watching. I’d seen him a dozen or so times before, each time he ignored me. I wasn’t sure how long he had been there or how much he saw. Even if it was the last two minutes, it was a white cocksucker on his knees in the muck before two black dudes with their cocks out in his face. Kind of tells the entire story, doesn’t it?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Without a word or gesture, he walked back into the area. I was still on my knees. He pulled out his dick. Thick. Black. Heavily arced. It wasn’t the easiest to accommodate due to that severe curve, but I got enough in.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>It didn’t take him long. The load wasn’t huge, but it was a load. The fourth one in 15 minutes.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">On my way back to my car, the ringleader of earlier was headed back, he stopped me, told me I should open my throat more. I’m good with constructive criticism. I told him he should try to open my ass. He reached behind me and felt it.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He told me his name and to look for him again.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-79448098908288858122023-06-10T11:10:00.002-05:002023-06-10T11:10:25.374-05:00Park ActionI'm sitting here - real time - in khaki shorts, no underwear and a huge black load up my ass. <div><br /></div><div>But I'll start back a week. Three, even. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I am very much still in my Black Period - and the Black Signal is still very operational - I "happened" to be at a park I've mentioned previously. </div><div><br /></div><div>There were a number of empty cars, so I exited mine and walked up to the shelter, where there were four men - all black. I know I'm suspect due to my race and possibly age, but I like what I like, and most of these guys, when not ignoring me, are adventurous. </div><div><br /></div><div>I knew one guy - and I knew he was going to do nothing but watch. Handsome, but somewhat timid or hyper concerned about saliva and semen. I don't think anal is on his list. </div><div><br /></div><div>Two others I had not seen, one sitting with his cock out. One of the other guys was sucking as I approached. He stopped when I got close, but the cock stayed out. Immediately the exposed one asked me for a lighter, which I did not have. "Then why don't you get down on this dick then?" I didn't need to be asked twice. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This guy was probably 9.5" - if he could have fully gotten it up. I worked on it like a champ, but to no avail. I'd already surmised he was high, so maybe he just couldn't do it. He told me to suck on the guy standing next to me. So I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>This guy was a solid - and mean SOLID - 8.5er. Dark as night. He let out a few grunts here and there as I sucked but not verbal. He and the big dicked guy would pass me back and forth. The guy who was sucking had left and a new guy showed up who presented his cock to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>All of this was well and good, but not much was really happening - if you know what I mean. Eventually the 8.5 guy had to nut and shoved it in my mouth. Everyone else dispersed shortly thereafter. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward two weeks, and I'm back at the park on a Saturday morning after the gym. At said gym, I prepped, a few times, and even lubed my hole. You know, just in case. I get there but am ignored by the two black guys who are there. I go to head back to my car and pass the guy I sucked two weeks prior. I have zero idea of he recognizes or remembers me. But he had on grey sweats and nothing underneath them. I still head to my car to see how things play out. </div><div><br /></div><div>A few later, he's heading back to the parking lot. He gets in his car, pulls to the back of the lot - backing in which is nothing but brush and trees behind his car. A moment later, he just opens his driver door. Not being shy, I walk back there and he's got his cock out and I say nothing but lean in and take it in my mouth. He doesn't stop me. Eventually, I get down on my knees, right in the parking lot and suck his cock with abandon. At some point I do stand and lean over again. He reaches in my shorts and plays with my balls and then behind them. It's not long till he finds my hole, and a second later before he realizes it's lubed. </div><div><br /></div><div>He pushes me out of the way - and pops the hatch on his car then walks behind. I drop my shorts and lean inside the car. He tries to fuck me with just the spit on his cock and the little lube on my twat. We realize early this isn't going to work. He goes to the car and gets out vaseline! OMG - my childhood rushing back to me in a few swipes of that jelly. But man - does it make things go in easier. </div><div><br /></div><div>The man is hung and thick and I feel it. And he makes me feel it. He's not subtle. He fucks. He pounds. This is about him. Me? I'm just a hole. For a park fuck, it goes on - like 12-15 minutes. He is just nailing me and I keep asking him to do it. Like the oral part, he's not verbal. Barely a grunt. Eventually he unloads. I milk him and he lets me. But from his vantage point, he can see cars at the entrance that will be in our area very soon, he pulls out and puts away. </div><div><br /></div><div>I stand up and pull my pants up. As I do, I notice the two that had ignored me were walking our way. The second they saw the 2-3 cars, they scatter, but so do I. </div><div><br /></div><div>But today, there are two other cars in the lot. No one inside that I can tell. I head to the shelter. No one exits there cars, if they're there at all. Eventually, some guy appears from the other direction. It's the guy from last week. He stops in, asks how it's going as he takes out his cock at the same time. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Why don't you get down and suck this?" So I do. It grows and he's liking my work. He is so fucking hard. I'm down there for a while. He's in no rush to get off. </div><div><br /></div><div>I tell him I have to stand for a moment. I don't. I can be manipulative. He plays with my tits and I tell him he shouldn't because it makes my hole twitch. </div><div><br /></div><div>I see a guy on a trail behind us. He says the dude is cool. I asked, "do you care if you're watched", he does not, nor do I. </div><div><br /></div><div>He asked me if my hole was ready. I had prepped it at the gym, but didn't lube it, though I had some in my pocket. I gave it to him and he slathered up. I bent over a stone wall, waist high, and he pushed into me. Fuck - it felt so good. </div><div><br /></div><div>The man is thick and long. And like last time he went to town. I didn't have my glasses on, but I'm assuming the guy who was on the trail was watching. I think my guy was putting on a show. </div><div><br /></div><div>The fuck didn't last as long as the one before, but fuck it felt good. His breathing got heavy and I knew he was unloading in me. He immediately pulled out. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Let's do this again", he said as he pulled up his sweats and walked away. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-13563920383020644692023-03-19T20:01:00.001-05:002023-03-19T20:01:38.132-05:00Out of Town CockWith the Black Signal still activated, he pinged me on Scruff. His airplane in the green dot told me he was visiting the city from elsewhere. So did his face. Let’s face it – we are usually on an app enough to know when there is someone ‘new’ in our near distance. Either they just joined, rejoined or are here from out of town. He was the latter. <div><br /></div><div>He came Guyana -> Paris -> London -> NYC. Not in travel, but in living. I only know this because as I was changing to leave his hotel room, I asked him about his accent. I couldn’t place it. That would because it had a melding of the first three locations in which he lived. But he was an artist visiting our town in which he allegedly had an exhibition. He also had at least 8 inches. If it came down to art or dick, I really only had one interest here. <div><br /></div><div>On-line, he was coy at first. I sent him a pic that included my nekkid ass, and he responded with a shot of his penis. I think we pretty much knew the score then and there. I counted the minutes until I got out of work and to his hotel room. He was waiting for me with the door open, which locked as soon as I entered. As I had an evening meeting, I didn’t dawdle, though I rarely do. I started undressing immediately and he followed suit. Sometimes I’ll leave something on as a way of easing into the scene, and as having someone disrobe me (or vice versa) can be erotic. I didn’t have time for that. </div><div><br /></div><div>He wanted to kiss. I can be down with that, but this is a man who fancied himself a good kisser. He was not. It lacked everything I want in that act. He had tight / taut lips that are dry. I don’t need sloppy kisses, but some passion, some connection. There was none of that. I went with it anyway, as it made him happy, which made him hard. </div><div><br /></div><div>I sat on the edge of the bed and he stepped forward. His semi-hard cock in my face. Then it went IN my face – meaning, of course, my mouth. His milk chocolate skin got slightly darker and shinier from my saliva. I didn’t really struggle with taking it all. I may have put on a little act to make it look that way, but honestly, I didn’t try that hard. I’m a cocksucker – on an app for guys looking for cocksuckers. I know my craft. I can’t always be bothered to inflate a man’s ego. His cock responded appropriately – getting stiffer and longer. </div><div><br /></div><div>He took the lead from here. He got between my legs, but just to play with my cock and then reaching up and touching my torso and then nipples. And I think by now you all know if you play with those…..well…..things happen. But he leaned forward to do it, and of course, his cock swung too, hitting my balls and right around the taint. </div><div><br /></div><div>Instinctively I pulled my legs back a bit, exposing my vulnerable side. He moved in a bit. I had to give him a “whoa!”. Not without lube, dude. You’re 8+. He only had hotel lotion, but that was good enough for me. He retrieved it from the bathroom, slicked up and poised himself at my hole. One healthy (?) hit of poppers later, count to five, and give the nod for him to start. </div><div><br /></div><div>It might make me whorish, but he slid in with little problem. He was mindful about it. But he was steady and persistent. It didn’t take long to bottom out. He hesitated for about 15 seconds before he started moving. …..and then he started fucking. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was slow at first. And then it wasn’t. And then it was. He alternated based on him, not me. Which is the way it should be. His pleasure before mine. INSTEAD of mine, actually. It just happened to be that I liked the feeling and the fullness. But he was methodical and taking his time. This is normally all well and good, but you know…………tick tick tick……….I had somewhere to be, not that told him that. While I was using him for his cock as much as he was using me for my ass, the key is to have him think it was a one way street. </div><div><br /></div><div>He slipped out and lay back on the bed, wanting to kiss more. I did it, of course, but to keep him engaged. This is where I took over. Sitting on a cock is never my favorite position, still, I do what I must and sometimes the top wants it – so I do it. This was a keep things moving move. He didn’t object. He didn’t stop me. No additional lube was needed. I slid right down on it – to the root. It felt fucking great. Judging by his face, he seemed to enjoy it too. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dL3kBuZrfAc0ycuf84S9HUfWnsfkrelXTmZJIKeI2cphWfr0qzwNS-w-jENjhBvSMFh3_m3INRKEgsqkZjVybTkGgDpNFoLKQQ6KwExhIs2icNvtGH8Od1IlPohFyy8zpNUmHsfDWxMHFaZ4c675EUi7zOCTXRicIkm3ady4v9kR5y5jxCs/s640/0-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="376" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dL3kBuZrfAc0ycuf84S9HUfWnsfkrelXTmZJIKeI2cphWfr0qzwNS-w-jENjhBvSMFh3_m3INRKEgsqkZjVybTkGgDpNFoLKQQ6KwExhIs2icNvtGH8Od1IlPohFyy8zpNUmHsfDWxMHFaZ4c675EUi7zOCTXRicIkm3ady4v9kR5y5jxCs/w235-h400/0-1.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The man played with my tits and that worked for me too. I rode him, but as I said, it’s not my fave. It’s not extremely comfortable for me to sit like that and I can’t get quite the right thrust and movement that I think either of us wants from a fuck. Or………..a FUCK! </div><div><br /></div><div>We moved and I could tell his cock was not as hard as it could be. Mouth and hands were used. But honestly, what seemed to get him going was his own verbal. How he’d like to see other guys fuck me – and how. So I peppered him with questions – what type of guys? How many? How did he want them to breed me? This got him not just erect, but made him push into me all at once. He went for it and really sawed my ass with his rod. </div><div><br /></div><div>In my mind, this type of pounding would get him to the edge quickly. I was wrong. He was methodical and was enjoying himself inside my butthole, so he was in no rush to rush. I attempted to move things along with butt muscles and timing them with this thrust in. Between that and the dirty talk, it got him to the edge. And over it. </div><div><br /></div><div>While not a silent cummer, he wasn’t loud either. I could feel throbs. I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing. </div><div><br /></div><div>It took longer than I wanted for the cock to slip out. He liked keeping it in. I do too actually. And I’d squeeze so he knew those muscles were working every drop out. After it came out, I lay back on the bed for a moment. He stepped off next to the bed. He wanted to see me jack off. I knew I wasn’t going to cum, but I’m ok putting on a small show. My head was near the edge of the bed where he was standing. I leaned back and opened my mouth. His cock went in. All the way. “That’s it – clean it off. Taste that ass, lick it clean”. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcaJ3igbD0EsN0ja-WfWhjXhmJpHRUHyuoFx6wC_ecAb9DCim3e1vZOAZACgjGpFj0hbDlbWPNeRrYRPnZWU8jtbONQmnFTk2kIEJ3DkJbvbmT1SiS9dVf52rL5vT4M_DtjL_UYqrp_LkiELoJXk6R_Q2p-3wfYWYz4nV__-nQKJzEufK4PQ/s640/0-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="357" data-original-width="640" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcaJ3igbD0EsN0ja-WfWhjXhmJpHRUHyuoFx6wC_ecAb9DCim3e1vZOAZACgjGpFj0hbDlbWPNeRrYRPnZWU8jtbONQmnFTk2kIEJ3DkJbvbmT1SiS9dVf52rL5vT4M_DtjL_UYqrp_LkiELoJXk6R_Q2p-3wfYWYz4nV__-nQKJzEufK4PQ/w400-h224/0-5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn’t licking. I was sucking it clean. I tasted ass, cum and some lotion, but mostly the other two – in that order. Made it cleaner than when we started. I could send him to dinner with colleagues and I could get to my meeting. I apologized for not being able to get off, but he said he’d be back in March and April, so I have multiple chance to get 8+ black inches again. </div></div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-856494764718008302023-02-20T20:47:00.002-05:002023-02-20T20:47:30.979-05:00Black WorshipAnother sniffies find. <div><br /></div><div>As you have seen with my recent posts, the end of 2022 and most all of 2023 has been dominated by black cock. A friend and I have discussed for years that there is a type of Black Signal that goes out when you hook up with a man of color. All of the sudden the word is out – somehow, someway. Even if it’s different cities. Even if they don’t know each other. It’s out there. It goes on for an indefinite period of time and then it goes away until it happens again. Clearly, the Black Signal has been out for me in 2023 so far – and I’m feelin’ it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The profile seemed nice. Better than average body, nice looking cock and a wide array of sexual interests. However, in our very brief exchange, he asked if I liked to suck cock. I told him I LOVED to suck cock. </div><div><br /></div><div>No lie – I was looking to get fucked. By just about anybody. Seriously. My libido for taking it up the ass has been a high since being out of town in December of 2022. Yeah, yeah – sucking is great and I’m good at it, but my hole was twitching and wanting more. And clearly, as you’ve been reading the last few entries, it’s been happening. I just wanted it to happen more. I’m a greedy faggot – what can I say? </div><div><br /></div><div>He had to come down to get the door, as the buzzer was broken. He had a nice athletic body and a good stride, as he tried to keep a good 50’ in front of me it seemed. We entered his clean apartment (I don’t completely take back what I said the other post) and he went back to his bedroom. </div><div><br /></div><div>His pants came off and he sat the edge of the bed. Towel beneath him. I was to be on my knees in front of his spread legs. That seems extremely appropriate, no? </div><div><br /></div><div>His skin was dark and a little rough. And I mean on the cock. His cock seemed average but he claimed 8.5”. It wasn’t. Maybe 8” once it grew. And it did – in my mouth. It got nicely thick too. See? </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAl0evTvK3C6l9HClJAy2PCo_r-VJr4u4a05NCFTJrITNk3K7FZS656slqXGBqN9jK5m-UmZr1LPQ_huSzZB1_lNj8CLi4nYWrPtCFgKPEzwAjMS2EQkQCWO1niUiGU-OPvSytnS12iNi6Y-CDiLOGsLZz7iJznlsICXEOtWz4nAMxlHiu1A/s640/0-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAl0evTvK3C6l9HClJAy2PCo_r-VJr4u4a05NCFTJrITNk3K7FZS656slqXGBqN9jK5m-UmZr1LPQ_huSzZB1_lNj8CLi4nYWrPtCFgKPEzwAjMS2EQkQCWO1niUiGU-OPvSytnS12iNi6Y-CDiLOGsLZz7iJznlsICXEOtWz4nAMxlHiu1A/w300-h400/0-2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The man didn’t stay upright looking down on me – figuratively or literally - for long. His head went back to the bed. His hands went to his nipples. His eyes seemed closed. He was in another place mentally. I may have been part of his sexual scenario or not. I was the catalyst in certain ways. I was the parasite to his host. I was the warm mouth. The saliva that made the gliding of the mouth easier and erotic. It turned his dark cock darker and shinier. </div><div><br /></div><div>At first – and the first time (we’ve met about three or four times now) – he had minimal verbal anything. A little moaning. At subsequent encounters he was quite vocal – telling me to get down on his fucking cock. To SUCK it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first time – and all times - as I was down there, I’d take my tongue to his nuts. And then to this taint. He responded positively, as you might expect. What guy doesn’t like feeling a tongue on that sensitive skin? Anyone? Anyone??? </div><div><br /></div><div>Somewhat unsurprisingly – but maybe a little – his legs went up as I traced my tongue over his taint. This exposed his asshole. To me, it was an invitation. I mean, I’m not stupid. I knew it wasn’t an invite for anything more than my tongue. But I am also a very eager ass-eater. When it comes down to it, I shouldn’t be so fucking turned on when I hear him say, “Oh yeahhhh………….lick that shithole.”, just based on that last word. But turned-on I was, and it made me more so. Yeah, I get it: I’m a pig. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I went in - and like the pro that I am, tongued, licked, lapped at, kissed his black ass. And I fucking loved it. So did he. </div><div><br /></div><div>Doing this gets me revved up. It got him stiffer than he was before, which is saying something. </div><div><br /></div><div>I went back to his cock and his hand went to the back of my head. I wasn't going to go anywhere, but he made sure of it. His hips would raise as my mouth descended. It became a well choreographed piston dance. </div><div><br /></div><div>He told me to suck his cock. He told me to use my mouth. When to tighten. When to loosen. </div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, I know what to do and when to do it. I have just a wee bit of experience in the art of oral sex. There I was, on my knees, mouthful of cock. He was laying back with an arm over his face / eyes. I was there for him, but you have to believe it wasn't me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Each time he'd get more verbal the closer he got. Each time it would get me excited, so I probably sucked better, stronger, faster. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll assume his neighbors couldn't hear him, but he's a big moaner and somewhat yeller when he comes. Or maybe he just doesn't care </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, i swallowed it all - and then squeeze out every drop. </div><div><br /></div><div>He messaged me and wants it again, but wants to piss in my mouth. I think I'm good with that, no? </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-72943798082009390712023-01-26T17:08:00.002-05:002023-01-26T17:08:29.316-05:00sniffies breeding“You bottom, right?” <div><br /></div><div>That was his opening salvo from Sniffies. But that it was a black dick - another black cock - that it reminded me that the Black Signal had been activated. A friend and I have mentioned for years, when you get one black cock, all of the sudden, you're contacted right and left by black men wanting to get off. This did nothing to disprove this theory. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love the idea of sniffies, but in reality, it’s the same bullshit of flakes and posers who rarely follow through. In a year of using it, I can count on three fingers how many times it has worked as intended. I’m sur some of that is on me too. I won’t lie. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yet this guy got it. Right out of the gate. Not fucking around and to the point. I replied back immediately that I do. He gave me a vague area where he lived and it was near where I was going, but he said he’d give me the full address in 5 minute – which I found odd. But he was true to his word. I wasn’t far away, so I got there right quick. </div><div><br /></div><div>He took me to his apartment which was the third floor of a house. The tv was a little loud for me, but I got right away why it was: to lessen our noise. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just a side note: why are all trick’s places filthy as fuck? Doubtful an item of clothes are off the floor, never a dish not stacked in the sink, a bed not made……….and those are the best case scenarios. I can’t be the only one who has a neat place, am I? </div><div><br /></div><div>He went to use the bathroom, when he came out, my pants were already off. This wasn’t a meet and greet. This was fucking. Plain and simple. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, I sucked him for all of 2 minutes. I was more surprised when he sucked me. But he did it while I was on the bed, he was bent over standing next to the bed. It was easy for him to just lift my legs up to his shoulder, which he did. He asked me to bring lube, which I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>I tossed him the tube, he ran his fingers over my hole. I quivered. I’m now am seemingly writing like Danielle Steele (I would assume). He took seconds to press it against the opening. I wasn’t breathing in a proper manner, so I was clenched a little more than I wanted. But he liked that. The tightness – even of going in. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZG4zV4iIveMLSFWJjDGvO-msrbsfmS31FjBJ6GvaS2l397oDwgwWRdf-8d38B10CjIQ0zs-l2mVOqJYnD9hp2ZdKnAgyyGkzj0TDhGpiUq4nhV67K9wlm4lkmFlYZq7qFKr1p771IQAwmZPGn-moEL9gjVZVyAXBtSYw0agHNVfvJyxWHII/s640/0-17.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="640" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZG4zV4iIveMLSFWJjDGvO-msrbsfmS31FjBJ6GvaS2l397oDwgwWRdf-8d38B10CjIQ0zs-l2mVOqJYnD9hp2ZdKnAgyyGkzj0TDhGpiUq4nhV67K9wlm4lkmFlYZq7qFKr1p771IQAwmZPGn-moEL9gjVZVyAXBtSYw0agHNVfvJyxWHII/w400-h396/0-17.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>His head was nice. The shaft was semi-thick. I could feel it. I could feel my membranes attaching to and wrapping around his cock. And he pumped. At first it was short almost jabs. Just the head and about 1-2”. It was nice, but it wasn’t what I think either of us wanted. Me, being the bossy bottom, told him to hold still, which is seemingly difficult for all tops when you ask them not to move. But I wasn’t trying to adjust to the size. Nope, I arched my back enough that I sunk down onto his cock all the way. I looked right at him and told him I was taking him to the balls. His eyes rolled back in his head – literally. I watched it. </div><div><br /></div><div>The guy wasn’t a bad fuck, but you know, he wasn’t a great one either. It was good. I needed it. I wanted it, but mostly needed it. Turns out he wasn’t for the legs over the shoulder action. Soon I was on all fours. Ass to the edge of the bed, aiming down, as he was shorter than I. More lube and a one-push to the hilt. Then it was pump action. Hard. No craft. Just animal. </div><div><br /></div><div>That angle wasn’t completely right. He kept sliding out. Soon I was on my belly, on his bed. His full body weight on top of me working towards the goal line. The noise he didn’t want the neighbors to hear wasn’t coming from either of us, though there were certainly groans, moans and a few expletives, but the majority was coming from the bed squeaking. Being the ever-problem solver, I just reach out, braced my hand against the wall while he plunged my depths, steadied the bed to a degree and minimized the telltale rhythmic squeak. </div><div><br /></div><div>But this is the position in which we finished. Well, he. I was merely a receptacle for this man. He made vague announcement of him getting closer. Not close. Closer. But he never told me it was happening. Not verbally anyways. But I could feel his shaft throb consistently for a period of time – knowing he was jetting his seed deep into my guts. Where we both agreed it belonged. </div><div><br /></div><div>There would be no ‘did you want to get off?’ discussion. He lay there for what seemed like a bit of time, but was probably 20 seconds. I grabbed my t-shirt and dress shirt and started getting ready to go. He made some comment on how this would relax him before going to a tense family dinner. He was downstairs holding the door for me before I had my shoes on. We were done. </div><div><br /></div><div>At least this time. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-85621349314853001712023-01-05T20:38:00.000-05:002023-01-05T20:38:12.439-05:003 MoreThe next morning - after about four hours of sleep - I got up, pre-dawn, and in the fucking cold weather, took off for a four mile run. Though my phone was firmly secure in a pouch in my compression shorts, I could feel it buzz anytime a message came through. The problem was, I was focused on my run and it's really really hard to get the phone back in and out of the slot. Halfway through the run, my curiosity got the better of me. <div><br /></div><div>I stopped, read a few might-be messages off the hook-up apps. A few semi-promising ones, plus a direct text from an on-line buddy whom I've been very unsuccessful at setting up anything. </div><div><br /></div><div>I replied to all three. Telling each where I was staying. But giving times when I'd be available. While I'm always in for a group thing, I was not interested in the back and forth of coordinating times with three or having to describe the others to every other one. I'm not a fucking party planner. They each got different times 30 minutes from each other. </div><div><br /></div><div>Since I had time, while completing my run, I ran into Starbucks across from the hotel and got something to eat / drink. While I waited I looked at my messages again. The first guy was already at the hotel, even though we agreed on 30 minutes from now. I grabbed my stuff and hustled off to the room, texting him the room number. Breakfast and caffeine would have to wait. </div><div><br /></div><div>The man was quiet and unassuming. 6', 180 or so. He wanted to fuck, according to our exchange, He was also black, which wasn't in his profile. That isn't an issue with me, just a weird exclusion, though maybe it shouldn't be. </div><div><br /></div><div>All I had to do was drop my running shorts. He had to undress. He was slow, methodical, thoughtful it seemed. He was hard. Seven inches - so at least no one was buying into stereotypes. "How do you wan to take it?" I replied, that's not up to me. "Then get on your back, now."</div><div><br /></div><div>There was no exclamation mark with that directive Again, methodical, low key but clearly in control. Before he got to my door, but after I was in it, I did have the sense to put some lube at my hole - though at this point there was still plenty man-lube inside. There would be no sucking to get him hard here. He found my hole with his hand and discovered the lube. There was no reaction to his face. There wouldn't be for the entire fuck.</div><div><br /></div><div>He put his cock to my hole and slid in. No real resistance. He took note. "How many loads?" Four, I told him. He fucked. Like his demeanor, it was steady paced and methodical, but in his control. He said he liked my hole, but with such a flat affect that he could have been reading aloud a manual on how to change a tire. Still he fucked. </div><div><br /></div><div>As you'd surmise by now, there was no real build up to orgasm. No varying of speed. No notable aural indications. No announcement. No tension in the face or neck. I could simply feel the pulse of his cock. He didn't wait for gravity and flaccidness do its thing. He pulled out. He did not stop me from licking him clean. He dressed. He thanked me. He left. </div><div><br /></div><div>10 minutes later there was a knock. The other guy was a little early. I'm surprised when they show at all, let alone early. At the same time, "Rich", my would-be on-line buddy, texted me to say he'd be early - like a lot early. I said there was someone there - he didn't care, neither did the guy who just arrived. I left the door cracked. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first guy - a very built black guy, who was seemingly a little high - didn't want to wait, so we go down to fucking. Again, no oral needed. I was on all fours on the bed facing away from the door, him behind me and in me. The guy was good at fucking, and he was about the same size as the guy who left. He was more aggressive. I was moaning and telling him to fuck me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Five minutes in, I hear the door open and close. After what seems like a while - and wasn't - I hear him say, "Yeah - pound that fucking hole!!!!" So, the black fucker picks up the pace and intensity. Rich watches (I'm assuming) for a minute and then comes in front of me, drops his pants and sticks his 6.5" cock in my face. I suck willingly and expectedly. </div><div><br /></div><div>They talk about me. How the hole is, how it feels, how the mouth feels. The black guy needs or wants a break telling Rich to take over. Rich and I had discussed things beforehand and fucking wasn't on his list, but now he's balls deep in me. At this point, my hole is very accepting. In the interim, I'm blowing the black guy. Tasting some of the loads that were in me that was stuck to his shaft, mixed with some lube. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a few, they switch back. Rich takes a seat on the other bed to watch. He's jacking. I warn him not to cum that way. I mean, that would be the ultimate waste. But the black guy is seemingly into being watched and egged on. He goes harder, then HARD. He roars that he is cumming. I know there are people next door. I know they can hear him, as I've heard parts of their conversations at a normal volume. I don't care. </div><div><br /></div><div>He pulls out and Rich takes over. The other guy doesn't wait around to see how it ends, and exits the room. Rich comments on the loads in me, and asks how many are there. I suppose it could go either way, but I'm honest in that now 6 and soon to be 7. It doesn't turn him off. It might be the thing that gets him to the finish line. </div><div><br /></div><div>Rich also is vocal in his unloading. I love it. </div><div><br /></div><div>After, he tells me to get on it and clean it off, which I do, both by licking and sucking. He tells me how turned on he was by the entire thing as he dresses. </div><div><br /></div><div>Rich would be my last load of this trip, I did, however, go out to see a friend who was working over the weekend, he took a few minutes break to come see me in my car. In a quiet space, he went down on me. He thought he had it all under control. His mouth was great. My libido was high. Unknown to him, I had not ejaculated in over two weeks. THAT he was not expecting..........mostly because I didn't tell him. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Kurt" started off well when I came, but he increasingly struggled as I continued........and continued....and continued to shoot. No worries, he was as much a pro at taking it down the throat as I had been in taking it up the ass the previous 15 hours. </div><div><br /></div><div>I dropped him back at work and went to meet my fiends who would never know that I was in town, let alone what I had done. Or who. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-68030898241588735622022-12-30T11:30:00.001-05:002022-12-30T11:30:20.875-05:00CrookedI was out of town for a planned party. But I went down a day early because the rest of the times I'd be with, and staying at, my friends. I needed a little 'me' time'. <div><br /></div><div>Well.......'me' and anyone who walked in the hotel room door to use me. </div><div><br /></div><div>While it was a decent run of strangers I am limiting this series to two. The super average ones aren't worth the effort in my seemingly limited blogging time. </div><div><br /></div><div>_____________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>Oddly, this one is about my first outing. </div><div><br /></div><div>I checked into the hotel and soon thereafter logged onto any number of site. Grinrd, Scruff, A4A, Recon, BBRT and Sniffies. The latter has never - and I mean NEVER - been successful for me. Usually some light chit chat, but no one every looking really - or at least not looking for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Within a minute I got hit up on Sniffies. He was over at Barnes & Noble, a mile away, and about to rub one out in their bathroom, but if I wanted to suck him, that'd be better. I wanted to suck him. He said he gotten off earlier, but was up for the task. </div><div><br /></div><div>He showed. It shouldn't be such a big thing to publish, but c'mon, these guys are flakes no matter which app you're using. </div><div><br /></div><div>The guy was ok. I'd say 'not my type', but that the fuck do I know? I'll say he was well put together. For him, the perfect hair, clothes, accessories. A little moon faced, but eager. In a way, more pretty than handsome. Not feminine, but not masculine. An everyman? </div><div><br /></div><div>But he knew the drill. Only the pants came off. It was a blowjob. I have never understood the guys who feel the need to strip completely for head. He didn't want to stand, but lean back on the bed with me on my knees between his legs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is where he stood out: besides being verbal - which is a huge plus - he was aggressive in non-traditional ways. He grabbed my phone and said he'd get on line and find someone else. I signed on the phone and let him do basically whatever he wanted. </div><div><br /></div><div>As it would turn out, he'd take pics of me sucking his cock and send them to randos on Sniffies. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkgwpF92J_8Qfsw9CoRejLcDYQ9oRG2Coqqa8Un75U4WYLRrYjJ3aktSg5k8YTRIHq8gBRhJ_sptxMxKcncMCpNrN4iEdHCAlW6sV_1eWiOMjCkhdwPwNGczuGHDbRtoWXGnifD4QMhdzfB_fPTsDYBfjJH4oD6NoLu3gRqjTSA35VLe-JOM/s477/0-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="477" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkgwpF92J_8Qfsw9CoRejLcDYQ9oRG2Coqqa8Un75U4WYLRrYjJ3aktSg5k8YTRIHq8gBRhJ_sptxMxKcncMCpNrN4iEdHCAlW6sV_1eWiOMjCkhdwPwNGczuGHDbRtoWXGnifD4QMhdzfB_fPTsDYBfjJH4oD6NoLu3gRqjTSA35VLe-JOM/w400-h281/0-18.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVnXrMz3AKIwdQhPhsMFDDvO6lbL6P0HU1tS_xep2821czjVEPkKIImrqLEyP5oNfjvZUcMkIZhWos-aHmdO-tqsDIn0RwbFQ4BVF_bCT1ARItwfrYCD3t4oYebXwPuQJdUDjqyS-5B7VOEFDyIaxM2bNSEBxHWRS0IWDy3HqIeJSReoZrEk/s475/0-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="475" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVnXrMz3AKIwdQhPhsMFDDvO6lbL6P0HU1tS_xep2821czjVEPkKIImrqLEyP5oNfjvZUcMkIZhWos-aHmdO-tqsDIn0RwbFQ4BVF_bCT1ARItwfrYCD3t4oYebXwPuQJdUDjqyS-5B7VOEFDyIaxM2bNSEBxHWRS0IWDy3HqIeJSReoZrEk/w400-h225/0-17.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>I would find this out after he left. He left no guy nearby un-messaged. He was hitting up anyone and everyone seeing if they wanted to come by and fuck me while I sucked his cock. But he was doing it under my profile. </div><div><br /></div><div>Unlike the above, the photos he took were not cropped and showed all of me </div><div><br /></div><div>Some guys in my shoes would be horrified, offended, used or violated. I felt nothing but admiration for this guy. And he was contacting guys on-line. The chances of anyone actually showing were slim. As it would turn out - only one would. Proven wrong again, am I. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was a knock. The other guy answered it. I was in place. Back to the door. Pants off. </div><div><br /></div><div>At first I didn't see him. I heard pants coming off. I heard the first guy offer up my ass. Then I felt the guy behind me. He wasn't quite "ready" for my ass yet. I would go ahead and swap dicks in my mouth - original guy to new one, and then back again. And repeat. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the guy's cock......fuck. Thick. Very thick. Hard to mouth, at least artfully. Thickness wasn't the entire issue......or even the primary one. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1f1LH_Zn2SyuNh0y6ISqk-MvNIJkUqXHTl3NcisUlpNmiM6YZDuP7hjv060uwcO6eVT_JEGp1wcXMec_7u1RFDCqVstyx52Sgk-rvbX9_QmZjrrqAtZ8jhILJZWwLYZMcvIMVfZPbAOpKG60v7zJXUB6t9j_1DMeyibBH7rp_vIvG-CttBU/s640/0-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1f1LH_Zn2SyuNh0y6ISqk-MvNIJkUqXHTl3NcisUlpNmiM6YZDuP7hjv060uwcO6eVT_JEGp1wcXMec_7u1RFDCqVstyx52Sgk-rvbX9_QmZjrrqAtZ8jhILJZWwLYZMcvIMVfZPbAOpKG60v7zJXUB6t9j_1DMeyibBH7rp_vIvG-CttBU/w480-h640/0-16.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div>That was. </div><div><br /></div><div>THAT was quite a kink to the shaft, no?</div><div><br /></div><div>It didn't easily fit in a mouth and I was wondering how / if it would fit up an ass. I was about to find out. </div><div><br /></div><div>The original guy told him to get behind me and he followed the command. I tossed the lube his way. And there we went. I'd say the guy was rough on purpose, but I think the truth of it is that he wasn't skilled. At all. But with a bit hit of poppers he got in but there would be no pause for adjustment. He sank in....the entire way. It was fucking heaven. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first guy saw the elation on my face and went, "fuck yeah!" and presented me his cock. Now it was just a spit roast. </div><div><br /></div><div>The guy behind me went on to plow. Not a lot of finesse, but it was a quick on-line hook-up in a sleazy hotel room with strangers. No one was going for any awards on style. </div><div><br /></div><div>This would go on for a while. The one behind me was in no hurry to cum. The one in front of me jacked off a few hours before so I had to really work it. Of course, I did. I'm a trooper. Oh, and a cocksucker. </div><div><br /></div><div>The feeder kept checking his watch. I knew he was on a short leash from his husband, who didn't know he was there. I worked harder and achieved the load. He tried to tell the guy behind me to cum too - as he wanted it timed, but you know that's iffy at best. </div><div><br /></div><div>He apologized as he straightened up. He had to go, but for us to have fun. </div><div><br /></div><div>The fucker was slow to cum. I'm not really a load collector. I do like the art of extraction, but you know, sleazy hotel sex and multiple postings, at some point you want the guy to get off so you can find the next victim. </div><div><br /></div><div>It took about another 20 minutes before he got there. So many times he'd completely withdraw just to punch it back in. I loved that feeling. </div><div><br /></div><div>He did it once more, with the full sink-in when he let loose. I fucking loved that too. </div><div><br /></div><div>I went down and sucked him clean after he pulled out. He liked that. I loved it. </div><div><br /></div><div>He went on his way. I went looking for those victims. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-36167547704510096762022-12-24T16:56:00.002-05:002022-12-24T16:56:53.448-05:00Suk MeIt was a simple Grindr ad. Maybe Scruff. I can never remember. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8tP9OFC219oktXcl_F9JxLK0XYupsFv-2uAkjOS-Ry9slUWH0v6-OxFRKAHLJByOwrwNlJsmlDTrF2O4-fgj5xofO6PuA54t9H0hPKkSR0tIUctWfc7rmRsss6Wq062Id_UW5IvkBATSqkFTVsABAcM58-4Apxw7fReN7aBk39SDleFF9pA/s396/0-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="396" data-original-width="377" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8tP9OFC219oktXcl_F9JxLK0XYupsFv-2uAkjOS-Ry9slUWH0v6-OxFRKAHLJByOwrwNlJsmlDTrF2O4-fgj5xofO6PuA54t9H0hPKkSR0tIUctWfc7rmRsss6Wq062Id_UW5IvkBATSqkFTVsABAcM58-4Apxw7fReN7aBk39SDleFF9pA/w381-h400/0-14.jpg" width="381" /></a></div><br /><div>To be fair, it wasn't written as a question, so I replied, "yes Sir". He said he already jo'd, but if I were up for it, I could dry to draw out another load from his nuts. The drive would take 8 minutes. I made it in 6. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, there was more to the ad. But not a lot more. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvk5v-gZ-w212FZpQavvAJ9C4aLuPd9L2UgJQMTSSUmPAMOQNezJKKYLBC8p3lc1edlhkLcwBqnAaFTHhyYjs30J5GXFozfpTKWms3QkaPu3o-AsKn2XCyMgieDOLLMqz_x5vEBOn1ZXD9SEwt1SmGtaGo60nwCAIh5W_QTatANpUiZIDLljo/s1130/IMG_1342.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="1130" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvk5v-gZ-w212FZpQavvAJ9C4aLuPd9L2UgJQMTSSUmPAMOQNezJKKYLBC8p3lc1edlhkLcwBqnAaFTHhyYjs30J5GXFozfpTKWms3QkaPu3o-AsKn2XCyMgieDOLLMqz_x5vEBOn1ZXD9SEwt1SmGtaGo60nwCAIh5W_QTatANpUiZIDLljo/w400-h368/IMG_1342.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The door in which he directed me was locked. The idea was to walk down a flight of stairs, apartment door would be open and we'd go from there. But I couldn't get in. I walked to another doorway, but that too was locked. When I went back to where I should, it was now propped open. </div><div><br /></div><div>In I went. Down I go. </div><div><br /></div><div>Door is open. The place is dark. I barely see an outline of him sitting on the sofa. Fully dressed, I kneel before him. </div><div><br /></div><div>If his ad said he was black, I missed it. (He was, it said and I did.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately, I had a slight head cold, so kneeling, facing down to a lap and sucking cock was going to be a challenge on multiple levels. But I think you all know: I'm up for a challenge. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was fully up. Not sure when he jo'd, but the man recovers well. And while I suppose it is all relative, "not hung" was misleading. If "not hung" is 8 solid thick inches, then I want to meet the men to whom he's comparing himself. </div><div><br /></div><div>I brought and tried poppers, but they made my congestion and runny nose worse, so I put those away. He had his own. </div><div><br /></div><div>As my eyes adjusted a bit to the dark, I still couldn't see him. He had a black knit had over his head with eyes and the mouth somewhat cut out, as if he were going to pull of a bank robbery. More like a no-named convenience mart. When he said he wasn't showing his face, he meant it. I didn't really try to figure out what he looked like, as it didn't matter - and the mask and anonymity was super hot. </div><div><br /></div><div>He wasn't very verbal, but he moaned or talked low. Most of the time I couldn't hear what he said, but most of the time, I suspect he was saying it to himself. Now and then it would be direction. "Take it all" - and I did because it was a struggle. </div><div><br /></div><div>Not so much because of the size. If I had my full sinuses working correctly, I'd have been a champ - and one of the best cocksuckers this guy has ever seen or experienced. Yes, I'm tooting his cock and my own horn. What he got was a good blowjob. I still think I did an admirable job. </div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't a worshipping job I would have liked to do, but it wasn't a quickie either. I paid tender attention to his big dick and had him moaning. I was worried that he had gotten off earlier, and this would just be an exercise in skill with no completion. </div><div><br /></div><div>I like to think I'm not about the load, but the extracting of, and to a degree that is true, but it turns out, I want the prize at the end of the session. I want / need to know I did a good enough job to get the guy off. It's a weird form of validation, and I get it, but it is oddly satisfying. </div><div><br /></div><div>For a dude who just got off, he shot a large load into my willing mouth. And I willingly swallowed it all. And I kept it in my mouth to make sure any stray drops were ingested. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I pulled off, he was splayed out. His head was back, mask still on. His arms out, extending the length of the couch. He looked completely spent. In reality, he was making it obvious there was no anything afterwards. No words. No thanks. No 'come again'. </div><div><br /></div><div>As the ad said, 'leave quickly'. I did. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>He messaged me today wanting me back. But it's a holiday and I couldn't quite get away. But there will be more of me sucking him. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-5070193425500927962022-11-25T20:04:00.004-05:002022-11-25T20:04:42.499-05:00Cigar Daddy<p>I've been told in no uncertain terms that it shouldn't matter how busy I am, that I should be providing tales of sex to the likes of you. I've been fucking blog-shamed. </p><p>I get it. I had it coming........pun fully intended. </p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p>It's been a crappy few months at work, and as we navigate the final part of the budget season, things have been extremely tense. But it was Thanksgiving week (yes, a timely post at that!) and few people were around on the day before - so yours truly left the office at 2:00p. </p><p>The idea wasn't exactly for sex, but to relax with a cigar. </p><p>I have a location where I can smoke uninterrupted and also not smell up my car and house. Yes, when I partake with a cigar, I still have limitations on what even I can stand and how I like things. Sometimes during these times alone - and they are usually alone - I will do a live Instagram session. </p><p>There are ton of guys out on IG that love men with cigars. I'm one of them, and I'm one of them. Like men in leather, men with cigars always sounds hotter than it is in actuality. It's like porn. Admit it, you've never seen a hunky cable guy, truck driver, or even an in-shape fireman. </p><p>I'm smart enough to know where I am in terms of attraction. I don't over-reach. I get a lot of fawning from guy on IG who insist on calling me "Sir". Me!</p><p>While I've corrected them, it's of little use. Their fantasies are theirs and who am I to continually burst a bubble of a guy / guys I'm never ever ever gonna meet? </p><p>It is an inherent problem of guys who smoke cigars: people assume they are the top. </p><p>I get it. Totally. They're phallic. They exude masculinity. They infer power. </p><p>I also get that I'm a big-dicked, sometimes cigar smoking bottom. Be true to your school, eh guys? </p><p>Yet here I was, not really hitting it out of the park on IG. So I ended that and while I worked an Asylum Ogre (7 x 70), which can take up to two hours to really get through, I scrolled through Scruff and Grindr and Sniffies instead. </p><p>There he was. 30. Looked younger. Some pics were good, some made him look a little fey. Dyed hair. Nail polish. Twink-adjacent, if you will. Without reading the profile I knew if 'top' appeared at all in his profile it would be that he was looking for one. I wasn't wrong. </p><p>But I was in a mood. And even though I had gotten off the day before (another post; another time), the cigar affect was affecting me. I hit him up. He all too willingly replied back. Visiting the family, in from NYC for Turkey Day. He was willing. I talked him in to being able. </p><p>He said he'd be there in 20. I said make it 15. He made it in 12. Good boy. </p><p>"Gabe" was more handsome in person than in his photos. He looked well younger than 30. He being maybe 150lb, 5'7"-ish, short, but scruffy brown hair and some facial hair. In his own way, he was adorable. </p><p>I had sent him a r/t pic of me smoking a cigar, so he knew that would be a part of this, like it or not. Best case scenario, his clothes would smell of smoke. </p><p>I had a semi as he arrived. I was fully erect as we locked the door. He felt it. I made sure of it. </p><p>He felt "it" through the material. He slid down my zipper almost immediately. I made no attempt to stop him or slow down the experience. He went to his knees without being asked or told. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZX8fD0vfGUz1PkQkR2s6QxCVQfBy0D3FUHOIaATgftp8BdUOnjINKuef0BuTJtT1s2w7vp3J399cxHoQo6Sf616lkA4r4Fx6jj-P3XZQHsy50Jhz1VU0hPq3ULIFoLSCQYQ3WR3G7m1Y77meePT76F5V2B_PgfeAIiYzygk9mjTroK0-KY8/s640/0-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="640" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZX8fD0vfGUz1PkQkR2s6QxCVQfBy0D3FUHOIaATgftp8BdUOnjINKuef0BuTJtT1s2w7vp3J399cxHoQo6Sf616lkA4r4Fx6jj-P3XZQHsy50Jhz1VU0hPq3ULIFoLSCQYQ3WR3G7m1Y77meePT76F5V2B_PgfeAIiYzygk9mjTroK0-KY8/w400-h384/0-8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>He was younger, but his mouth was experienced. My cock felt good deep in his mouth. He couldn't quite get the whole thing in at first, but we had time. </p><p>Clearly, Gabe had a daddy thing going on. He called me it enough. That I could deal with, at least then and in that setting. It does annoy me when someone online starts out a convo with "hey daddy". They almost always get immediately blocked. </p><p>I got in to calling him "boy", "son" or "kid". It was a scene but not quite role play. </p><p>Gabe wanted validation but not overtly so. He wanted an older man's attention and even affection. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfe5TAebnjGPzIbGxamgLpVAKGLAhlHd_jXd6kr5Ock93RhyVrviuM6sfvmIq4YW7AVlMhPg6ovaWkcUhfVcrUIAnk_gF05HJDglMHfqta62oMD6aVl8N2X3DLbpWPp9PUhPO5YitmRZliLb1qdLVrp6dMEXxbwM-l88zJkLIMK6JoIuvpIw/s640/0-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="376" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfe5TAebnjGPzIbGxamgLpVAKGLAhlHd_jXd6kr5Ock93RhyVrviuM6sfvmIq4YW7AVlMhPg6ovaWkcUhfVcrUIAnk_gF05HJDglMHfqta62oMD6aVl8N2X3DLbpWPp9PUhPO5YitmRZliLb1qdLVrp6dMEXxbwM-l88zJkLIMK6JoIuvpIw/w376-h640/0-10.jpg" width="376" /></a></div><br /><p>I won't lie - he got it. He asked if I would kiss him. The phrasing was important. He didn't ask if he could, or if we could. He had this down correctly. He didn't object in the slightest to me taking a draw on my Asylum and them kissing him. Multiple times. </p><p>Gabe was a great kisser, so that didn't hurt matters. And he was ever so appreciative. </p><p>Lest you worry, I did turn the tables. Dad got down on his knees and blew the boy. I think he liked it, but at this point, we all knew what he was there for. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLD4rER1wVOFNuvSuqfwxikQxCZdKX4OoCyZkucWSOUVOLPqodiLTxS35xg1JiguoCeUs2UpjO2J_RyUoWenA-vbe8Ny-bnSyW3pDYbAf2p9QQw0OOp2TDqCfBVBeX0TLcHq6f-1-M6it8UTfVY4gVrprNsm68z8IT1DMGNpsFYoPvj-tePg/s640/0-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="410" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkLD4rER1wVOFNuvSuqfwxikQxCZdKX4OoCyZkucWSOUVOLPqodiLTxS35xg1JiguoCeUs2UpjO2J_RyUoWenA-vbe8Ny-bnSyW3pDYbAf2p9QQw0OOp2TDqCfBVBeX0TLcHq6f-1-M6it8UTfVY4gVrprNsm68z8IT1DMGNpsFYoPvj-tePg/w410-h640/0-9.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><p>He got a little cuddling - if you can call it that - then I pushed him to his knees. His head was against the wall, my elbows leaning against the wall. He was trapped between my thighs and the wall. Nowhere to go. Not that he wanted to. </p><p>I deep-dicked his throat, over and over. For the most part he was a pro. There were a few times he gagged, but considering at that point I was being inconsiderate, it was to be expected. My cigar firmly in my jaw or lips, I talked dirty around it, calling him a "faggot" and a "cocksucker". </p><p>Even though I did blow a load the day before, I'm known to shoot larger than average orgasms. He took it like a champ, though he might have dribbled a little on his shirt. </p><p>I sent him back to mom & dad, later than he said he'd be, and no doubt smelling of cigar. I'm sure he's a smart kid, who could weave a tale to satisfy both items. </p><p>Naturally, he messaged me a day later, hoping he could get another turn before he leaves.</p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-43411697587863208932022-09-05T13:32:00.000-05:002022-09-05T13:32:03.215-05:00PlayroomI wasn’t sure how many people would be at a noontime, weekday, leather sex party. I assumed it wouldn’t be overflowing, but the torrential downpour on the way over there made me believe anyone who was thinking of even trying to get out into the flash flood areas was now safely ensconced at home. <div><br /></div><div>I, however, had already left work before the deluge, and even threw on a full harness before leaving the employee parking garage. I made some other tweaks at stop lights and such. When all said, I’d have the harness, vest, gloves and wrist bands. As it would turn out, I was only half of the folks (four in total – including me) in leather, and I by far had the most of it on. </div><div><br /></div><div>I found the place ok. Walked in as directed. I “knew” the host from the gym shower. I had never done anything with him. We had never verbally spoke before either. But he had hit me up on Recon wanting to play with my asshole. And well………….I like that hole to be played with. And by strangers if necessary. Deep down I knew attendance would be sparse and if I wasn’t the only bottom, I might get one fuck out of this sneaking out of work afternoon. Spoiler Alert: I wasn’t wrong. </div><div><br /></div><div>The host, another bottom and an observer were there when I arrived. I knew the guy watching – kind of. We were acquainted at CLAW years back, and at least he remembered me. The bottom was getting paddled by host. Then with his hands. I stepped up and offered my cock. He did a so-so job at best. He had Nasty Pig jock on, and honestly, I think he was in it more for the gear than the lifestyle. I’ll give him this: he didn’t flinch when I smacked his face as he gingerly sucked on my dick. </div><div><br /></div><div>The observer excused himself to go out and smoke and never returned. The host stepped away and by the time he came back the other bottom was eating my hole. Again – a so-so job. We opted to move it into the play room. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZgskM_TmsiGk8HnrsLYFor2kL6wRzV51ObrtFD7JiT6w81NiGHSDvmiCUabyAl6KGAJr8TLqnyGUZz9xvwt7c7MHSeuIiJmRdN5UJ529Bb3nU7NsWd6Vxyeg5gFUo-dn3WtEJjSn8nAztwh-7msgpBo0yI6txYqUVq-ijjvMzD9ZaAy-HI3U/s465/0-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="465" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZgskM_TmsiGk8HnrsLYFor2kL6wRzV51ObrtFD7JiT6w81NiGHSDvmiCUabyAl6KGAJr8TLqnyGUZz9xvwt7c7MHSeuIiJmRdN5UJ529Bb3nU7NsWd6Vxyeg5gFUo-dn3WtEJjSn8nAztwh-7msgpBo0yI6txYqUVq-ijjvMzD9ZaAy-HI3U/w400-h344/0-3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As you can see, it is a VERY well stocked play room – and this pic barely covers part of one wall, let alone the entire room. Even the front room had a St. Andrew’s Cross. This had a sling, any number of sex toys, paddles, whips, brass knuckles (!!), etc. The business guy in me was mentally wondering how much this place was insured for and the amount of money it took to acquire such a collection. I didn’t need or want all of it, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want / need some of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I took the bull by the horns and was the one to step into the sling. The other bottom might have wanted it, but I didn’t care. It would be (almost) the last time I was a pushy / bossy bottom the rest of my stay there. Almost. </div><div><br /></div><div>The host took over. He ate my ass. Either my standards are too high, or I’ve become numb to it, but there was a time that an ass-eating had my nerves on edge – not so much anymore. I’m glad others react well when I do it to them. And of course, I went through the accolades even though I might have been acting a bit. Sue me. </div><div><br /></div><div>The eating went to hitting. Hand and paddle. I took it like a man. But then it went to dildos. Yes. Plural. Purposefully, I looked at none of them. I lay back in the sling and took these like a man too. </div><div><br /></div><div>The host was an expert at ass play. Making each rubber cock feel good, yet still bordering on just this side of uncomfortable. Of course, it was a plan to loosen up the hole and move up to bigger and bigger sizes. And that plan worked. </div><div><br /></div><div>At this point another guest showed. Slightly older than myself, leather shorts only on. He came to the top of the sling and reached over me to play with my tits. Naturally, I responded, verbally – even if no actual words came out – but my asshole also responded, opening up more easily for the guy on the footstool, sliding more and more dildo up my all too willing ass. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBteDZer4fqlW0lKM0UZ-ZgjC9sQlA4PJRuOD00XE4WvysSymEDQ9k99_mkaxaxEI-cZ784CzbgIlBnV-uGpAHxnSVVmx4MPpzsaODR_Ooj3leUu5sDRnJFJ9irGJdWCmy1xxKlPEjAKbmQBkad9U4epaDmU0CDgPDRk-DeIEdMEZvNJvhIg/s477/0-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="477" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGBteDZer4fqlW0lKM0UZ-ZgjC9sQlA4PJRuOD00XE4WvysSymEDQ9k99_mkaxaxEI-cZ784CzbgIlBnV-uGpAHxnSVVmx4MPpzsaODR_Ooj3leUu5sDRnJFJ9irGJdWCmy1xxKlPEjAKbmQBkad9U4epaDmU0CDgPDRk-DeIEdMEZvNJvhIg/w400-h386/0-6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>With each new dildo, the used one would be tossed in a ‘dirty’ bucket. With the withdraw of one toy, the host went and ate my hole. The man above me played with my tits and would spit in my face. Or lightly would hit my face. It wasn’t my place to tell him ‘harder’, I was there to do as they wished, right? The other bottom stood by trying to excite himself with his palm. </div><div><br /></div><div>The host went to get some water, the guy above me moved around to eat my hole. Host came back and had a riding crop. While I know he was being cautious, as we he had not played together, his hits to my nipples, chest and abs were nice, but hardly impactful. He moved back between my legs and I asked him to use the riding crop on me down there. While he hit my balls – again, maybe not hard enough - I asked him to hit my ass with it. And I did mean my ass, as I cheeks. He said he had something better. I don’t know what the device was, and it was not for my cheeks, but he used it to hit my asshole. I felt it – for all dozen or so times he made contact with that pucker. </div><div><br /></div><div>All this while, the newest guy was playing with the other bottom. Sucking his cock, or trying to get him hard with his hands. I’d say he was semi-successful. It’s not the guy’s fault by any means, it is more that the bottom is / was the bottom. But the other guy goaded him into fucking me. Or trying to fuck me. It went fair – at best. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know what it is like to be a bottom trying to fuck. It’s a tough place to be in during the best of circumstances. Add an audience and a smallish enclosure and you’re almost doomed to fail. And in many ways, he did. Getting and keeping his dick hard was difficult. Fucking for any period of time was improbable. He put on a good act, as did I. He was rarely ever IN me, but he was just truly ‘bumping’ uglies. Not even fucking them. </div><div><br /></div><div>I took control of the situation, by begging (i.e. suggesting) that he cum on my hole. The best he could do, I figured, was beat off and shoot onto my hole. And while it seemed to take a while, that is what he did. When he did this, the newer guy took a toy and pushed it against my asshole, so the deposited sperm would make the journey into my guts one way or the other. For good measure, he licked my hole afterwards. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once done there, he turned his attention to my cock. There are times I love oral and am into it. There are many more times where of course I like it, but I’m in full-on bottom mode. This was one of the latter times. Yes, I was erect but that was due to all the butt activity. To get where they wanted me to go I had to dig deeper. It was more about thoughts of other times I’d been used that got me to the edge. And over it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sure, the host and the newer arrival thought it was them, and there is no harm in letting them think that. My sexual-psychological make-up doesn’t need to be explained in a back play room while laying back in a sling. </div><div><br /></div><div>We all straightened ourselves up and went back out into the pouring rain. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-43417680940742544362022-08-21T12:57:00.004-05:002022-08-21T12:57:42.924-05:00Fucked in the Park<p>About a year ago I wrote about a park where black men frequent to hook-up. I had only gone a few times, and with few results, before the park was slated to have a huge four year sewer project. So the cruisy part of the park is blocked off and for many hours of the day, occupied by city and county workers. </p><p>I was informed of a different park where black men gather and probably have sex. On a Sunday morning, I tried it out. The shelter can be seen from the parking lot, but you cannot see into the shelter itself. It's dark. It's shaded. The path curves enough. If someone were at the outer edge of it, you could see there was a person, but that's about it. </p><p>I did get my ass eaten there, but not fucked. But while getting that butt lapped at, three young black gentlemen strode by. They never looked over - not once. They passed the shelter and then double-backed and occupied the other side of the area. Immediately, one pulled down his shorts and bent over. There was no talk amongst the three. </p><p>One other got behind him and applied lube and slid right into him. Not an ounce of resistance. Guy #3 - the cutest one - stepped up and fed the bottom. I watched. I waited. I moved closer and closer. Again, not once did they even glance my way or pay me any mind. </p><p>I stood for a while and watched a fourth approach. He was getting fucked by guy #3 - who got the lube from guy #2. It was a jar of non-name petroleum jelly. I love they went old school using Vaseline. And the jar was already quite used. </p><p>I only saw guy #3 get off. He didn't want to just yet, but couldn't stop himself. But I stayed long enough to see him go back in an ass, so he rebounded quickly. Ah youth!</p><p>My time there yielded no action other than a butt munching. </p><p>On my third trip - just a few hours ago - (yes, trip 2 was a dud too) I was more successful. It was raining on and off, but there were 4-5 cars in the lot, all occupied, so no one in the shelter. Two guys walked up that way after a while, and then a third. I waited an appropriate length of time and left my car. </p><p>On the way to the shelter, one guy returned and passed me. I got no look or acknowledgement. Then I passed a semi-hunky second guy who was going back to the lot and he mutter 'morning'. I did the same. But he kept moving. The lone guy left was pretty overweight, and had his cock out, but it was small. It was, he'd have to use both hands to lift his belly out of the way for me to get to it should I be so inclined - which I wasn't. He soon left, leaving me all alone. </p><p>The heavy guy left the lot and another car was about to. I was 80% sure it was the semi-hunky guy. At the outer edge of the pavilion I dropped my shorts. If he were looking that way, he'd see. He parked his car at a closer spot rather than leave and slowly made his way back to the shelter. When he did, his dick was out and he was tugging on it a little. I was doing the same. He stood 5' away, leaning against the back stone wall of the building. </p><p>I stood in front of him and grabbed his dick. He didn't stop me. It would become a solid 7", if not a bit longer. He also didn't stop me from sitting on the picnic bench in front of him and letting my wrap my lips around his ebony shaft. </p><p>He liked it - judging by his moan - and I loved it. Feeling my mouth filled with black cock. </p><p>I was doing this for a few when he reached to play with my nipples. If you've ever read my shit here, you know that is my weak spot and my barriers go down. I mean, let's be honest, I don't have many anyway, but it is a panty-dropper. I mean, had I had anything on under my gym shorts. </p><p>Pulling off his cock, I told him how much I liked what he was doing and I'd be happy to do whatever he wanted. He questioned this with 'like what?'. I countered back with him to name it. He just didn't. He was thinking, and I'm guessing about what he could say back. So I asked him how he liked to cum - and he asked where I wanted it. I stated my usual response: "it's not up to me". </p><p>"Will you let me shoot up your ass?" I nodded. "Yeah. That", he said. </p><p>I responded by standing up, pulling off my shorts and bending over the stone wall. </p><p>This was my view.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifR51dx8M10GjUxihRQyZ9yrLofElms4zQppqM0kowVJvkOkUZmV2oeeT58-Zg6CWldGozUz-tEZ_IgC-KNKH6mk46CeCg6QKUx8B8BioJnv3EmzeVFmv7jtdXGb5bWnV23teXIC4VQ37hndlvzayrEIaoOIF-R06FKSj1q5aFEfaXsjCqQh0/s560/0-17.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifR51dx8M10GjUxihRQyZ9yrLofElms4zQppqM0kowVJvkOkUZmV2oeeT58-Zg6CWldGozUz-tEZ_IgC-KNKH6mk46CeCg6QKUx8B8BioJnv3EmzeVFmv7jtdXGb5bWnV23teXIC4VQ37hndlvzayrEIaoOIF-R06FKSj1q5aFEfaXsjCqQh0/s16000/0-17.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div>Clearly, the park has activity. And I can guarantee you none of these were used by the two of us. </div><div><br /></div><div>He kicked my legs apart and tried to go in. He pulled back, he spit more on his cock and I hit the poppers. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was pretty much at the hole and semi in. I adjusted myself so he'd be on target and I moaned, "just push into me". And he did. And kept going till he bottomed out. </div><div><br /></div><div>I won't lie, the start wasn't perfect. Not enough spit, but I powered through. I asked him to play with my tits again and he did. That made my hole respond in multiple ways - and we were off. </div><div><br /></div><div>The. Man. Could. Fuck. </div><div><br /></div><div>I leaned over that wall for 15 minutes taking a pounding. There was not a lot of variation. It wasn't a brutal fuck, but it was focused and unrelenting. While he wasn't horribly verbal, I was. Reminding him of how big he was (that got an ego chuckle from him) and how he should just fuck me!!! So he did. </div><div><br /></div><div>He looked out for others. Not so much that anyone who is coming to that park on a Sunday morning is going to be a threat. It's more who he wanted to (or not) show off for. Of course, I would have liked others to tag team my hole too. But it was cool and very rainy. </div><div><br /></div><div>At about the 12 minute mark of the assault, I was begging for him to fuck me harder and to cum up my ass. He complied with the first one. He did the second one too, but it took longer. He picked up that pace and was slamming my hole with his black shaft and head. His breath got shorter and he was muttering "yeah yeah yeah......" he was close. And then he was there. </div><div><br /></div><div>He buried up me but never stopped fucking as he unloaded into me. With that, I could not really feel the dick pulse. But I knew from the catches in his throat he was shooting. </div><div><br /></div><div>The guy slowly pulled out. He grabbed a paper towel from his pocket - which made me think he was planning on fucking the entire time - wiped himself off and walked away without a word. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-16697543143782672312022-07-17T19:58:00.001-05:002022-07-17T19:58:17.621-05:00P-town 6: the Writer<p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"> I figure, I should wrap up this series, since it is now 14 months old!</span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Fully vaccinated here. I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary. But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs. While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. </span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;">That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction. Or sex, as it may be. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;">In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty. But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.</span></div><p>______________________________________________________</p><p>I knew him. We'd met before, but even before that, we were on-line "friends". It's hard not to use the quotes when you mostly know someone virtually. But about 10 years before, we did have drinks together when I was in his town. We had a nice non-sexual time. </p><p>And it was a non-sexual tension time too. I'm not sure either of us thought that way about each other in that way. But now it's 10 years later. I'm alone in P-town and still horny as fuck. It'd been a decade since I last saw him, this might be the last time, or another decade. I had nothing to lose. I pinged him on the app. </p><p>I didn't reference our knowing each other. Nor did he. From another app, I also saw he was with his husband. I wasn't sure if that would be help or a hindrance. He said he could be by in 10, so I took the hubby not be an impediment. </p><p>Sex with acquaintances is different, right? With strangers, while there are expectations, of course, you can be a bit more.......free and open with who you are. Even with a virtual friend, they have seen you in one light (and you them) and one has preconceived notions of each other. So while I wasn't nervous, I wasn't sure what to expect, or how honest I was about what I'd do - and to what limit. I suspected the same of him. </p><p>"Ron" entered confidently. "I only have a short time", so we got down to it. There was no kissing, as that would have been too familiar when we actually weren't. Our pants came down and damned if I wasn't surprised to see an 8", if not 8.25" cock pointing right at me. Talk about not having correct preconceived notions!</p><p>Naturally, I went right down on it. He was thick too - beautifully so. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUsLZZUmwhXSgST4H7DLjtxqJDYHhVorjxYUIpboORoQqSYSkFKG7UWt1CAGRW2fAOLFzcgxHzkEsJXs2zrY2Q4WoEpsXApBWaAasz4MvKhsC2Ycm7uYJB-QcGlsfwO6T7OEIWEIkGufpCbuGFds_iDTugqQcLcxSZRqnIwvkHUzMOpK54_g/s1036/0-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="393" data-original-width="1036" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUsLZZUmwhXSgST4H7DLjtxqJDYHhVorjxYUIpboORoQqSYSkFKG7UWt1CAGRW2fAOLFzcgxHzkEsJXs2zrY2Q4WoEpsXApBWaAasz4MvKhsC2Ycm7uYJB-QcGlsfwO6T7OEIWEIkGufpCbuGFds_iDTugqQcLcxSZRqnIwvkHUzMOpK54_g/w400-h151/0-14.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Nice head on it too. He responded well to how I was working on it. And being 8" or more, I won't lie thinking I wanted more from it. But in our brief text convo, it was all about a quick blowjob before he had to leave town. </p><p>Naturally, I was more surprised when he somewhat blurted out he wanted to fuck my ass. BINGO!</p><p>Again, it's one of those things semi-friends might not say fearing how the other might react - or not. We hold back. In 30 seconds we were in the bedroom, me bend over and him lining up. </p><p>Even with lube and even with having taken a few dicks and loads on this trip, I was tight. Well, let's rephrase - he was BIG. It felt good, but it felt large. </p><p>I get that I had no true frame of reference, but the man could fuck. Prior to this day, I might have wagered money that he'd be the one whose legs went up in the air. I'm glad I was wrong. </p><p>With generous amounts of lube it still took a while (seemingly) to get all the way in. I think I was more tense than I would have been with a total stranger. It's nature that you want to perform well anyways, but more so with someone with whom you're acquainted. </p><p>Ron was persistent and while not relentless, he had a rhythm down that was hard to beat. Part of it was beating the cock, for sure. He had somewhere to be yet he wanted to cum. That's a lot of pressure when you sneak away from your husband to fuck a "stranger". </p><p>We positioned ourselves differently, but looking up at him might have been weird for both of us. Part of P-Town sex has to do with anonymity. Yeah, you have the guys you see at t-dance you want to do, but you don't KNOW them. Sometimes it is better to be face down / ass up and just take it. Honestly, had I known he wanted to fuck, that's how he'd have found me. </p><p>I could have been a bad fuck (ha!), or it could have been the pressure, but getting off by, and in, my ass was not going to happen. It got down to my mouth and hand. Not my finest hour, but not remotely close to my worst. </p><p>Naturally, I wanted things to be better, but we don't always get what we want.</p><p>But Ron should watch out for next time I'm in P-Town. I have a job to finish properly. </p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-36682278451906896052022-06-06T20:08:00.000-05:002022-06-06T20:08:00.928-05:00Green. Yellow. Red. I took a day off of work to attend a day of <a href="https://clawinfo.org/">CLAW</a>. <div><br /></div><div>I had no plan. I was just going. I made no prior arrangements with anyone - at least that panned out. That's ok. I do and don't enjoy the event - all at the same time. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am now comfortable in my skin - in and out of leather. I somewhat embrace the leather community thought I don't know it embraces me. But I'm an outsider. I've never really felt apart of it, even though I've been a manager there for six years and attending for three others. This year, I opted not to participate in planning or execution. </div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't even buy a day pass, just a vendor pass, so I could see if there was anything I wanted to purchase. Still, I went with the intent of getting fucked. Hopefully more than once. But with my quasi-relationship, I've opened up a number of new experiences to which I've somewhat mentioned in previous posts. Watersports and some impact play amongst them. </div><div><br /></div><div>I hung in the lobby of the host hotel. It was earlier in the day - nothing official was yet going on. There was some slight cruising going on with me and another guy until others showed up - then he was gone. But I got a few pings from some apps - one being a guy a few hundred feet away (straight up, it would turn out) who was interested in a little fun. He had later morning plans but had 45 minutes free, if I wanted. </div><div><br /></div><div>His Recon profile was more about impact play, but we had not discussed what would go on. And I didn't ask. I headed to the 16th floor. He was handsome, but very understated. Fully clothed - t-shirt and jeans. After I entered, I was told to leave my clothes on a chair. I dropped them all and presented myself. </div><div><br /></div><div>I saw his tools laid out on the bed - save four items. There were two paddles, two floggers and one mallet of some type. </div><div><br /></div><div>He asked how experienced I was. I overstated that by a bit. Over the last year, I have experimented this way, but not to the degree that was about to take place. </div><div><br /></div><div>He asked if I was comfortable being restrained. I replied it wasn't up to me. He liked this. He said I would be gagged, bound and blindfolded. These were three of the four things I had not seen. </div><div><br /></div><div>The gag was a ball one. Some have slots for air and spit to pass through. This was not that. It was a full gag, limiting my saliva, my breathing, and any vocalization. It was firmly attached. </div><div><br /></div><div>The blindfold was leather. I have one, but not like this. Mine, is amateur hour to this. There is no possibility to see light or anything else. That was number two. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was told to kneel on the bed - guided there - and to place my wrists next to my ankles. I did as I was told. He secured me that way. Each wrist was secured to each ankle. Exposing me as such. And with little to no movement. It was perfect. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9lzo32NOD-WGv3T-bTbmxNmaK0bwpErQp7JB0csTO9334M-C7QxYkMOy3M9bG6Ks7U6EGxXWQRbVmhDGTSnaBZ55XMoRNjpoTwXVeAq8V_OETKwAI2OGYrf8W7RdOFtS8bo8BDpOtgSlcx3mnBjoLJkQl8DqgilTMkAYn4uVjvGRhsF3aKc/s640/0-12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="473" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9lzo32NOD-WGv3T-bTbmxNmaK0bwpErQp7JB0csTO9334M-C7QxYkMOy3M9bG6Ks7U6EGxXWQRbVmhDGTSnaBZ55XMoRNjpoTwXVeAq8V_OETKwAI2OGYrf8W7RdOFtS8bo8BDpOtgSlcx3mnBjoLJkQl8DqgilTMkAYn4uVjvGRhsF3aKc/w296-h400/0-12.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I was told that there would and could be three things I was able to say: Green. Yellow. Red. </div><div><br /></div><div>Green would mean for him to continue. </div><div>Yellow meant for him to continue but lighten up or I needed a break. <br />Red means what it always means: Stop. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In reality, unless I said Yellow or Red, there was no reason to ever say Green. He assured me he could understand me through the gag. </div><div><br /></div><div>He started with a paddle. Wooden, I believe. He was firm, but steady. Not overdelivering. I know I made some noise behind the gag, but nothing unpleasant. It was acknowledgement. It turns out, this would please him. This paddle was for testing. For warm-up. So were the severity of his swats. </div><div><br /></div><div>Paddle two, I'm guessing was leather. Firmer. Stingier. Unrelenting. His strikes were firm and he meant business. I mean, I knew from the entire set up, he meant business. And he did not disappoint. I was trying not to as well. I grunted. I groaned. I moaned. I did not say 'yellow' or 'red'. I didn't want to. </div><div><br /></div><div>The first of the floggers was next After this would all be done, this would be my favorite. Going in, I wasn't sure. I had never been flogged. I was anxious - for the good and for the potential bad. He didn't just target my ass, but got some swats in on my side and back. I won't say part of me was wondering why I was enjoying it this much, but I kind of was. </div><div><br /></div><div>He asked if I was doing ok. I nodded my head. I was smart enough to know that I couldn't reply to that question with Green, Yellow or Red. He was smart enough to know I was smart enough. </div><div><br /></div><div>He did reach in to feel my cock. "Well, I guess you ARE enjoying this!", he said. I knew I wasn't hard and he felt me, so he knew I wasn't either. Apparently I was leaking a lot of pre-cum onto his comforter. He said as much. I'm not saying he punished me for that, but with the second flogger he just picked up, the hits were harder and more frequent - though perfectly timed in his mind. This guy was a pro. He wasn't hitting me willy-nilly. </div><div><br /></div><div>The second flogger stung much more than the first. Or the paddles. I contemplated saying "yellow", but I didn't want to seem weak. I think his harder hits were to get me to say Yellow or Red, to see if he could break me a bit. I didn't take Psych 101 for nothing!</div><div><br /></div><div>The last time - and I'm just guessing here - was a hard rubber mallet. He hit my ass and back with it. Honestly, compared to the other items, I just kind of felt a 'thud' here and there. It did nothing to or for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the one item I had not seen beforehand, and clearly not blindfolded turned out to be this. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOkejlUZwaGbEuZp-dT9EpHnDGNFf4H0ukPHJ18D28QiZWZH8c_ybBzU2q3FIdNRD_WyAJK2KTEGQDIjrZfvwaONlSDbEhenRThFf3lwk8NtRODl2isNwgU607thA14keSEkWV-eLmFCOUdUGcaQ2HJTnK6gstv5hhew5xdgMpJ5iDgQIgrw/s408/0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="408" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOkejlUZwaGbEuZp-dT9EpHnDGNFf4H0ukPHJ18D28QiZWZH8c_ybBzU2q3FIdNRD_WyAJK2KTEGQDIjrZfvwaONlSDbEhenRThFf3lwk8NtRODl2isNwgU607thA14keSEkWV-eLmFCOUdUGcaQ2HJTnK6gstv5hhew5xdgMpJ5iDgQIgrw/w200-h200/0.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>While I didn't see it, I instinctively knew what it was. He ran it over my ass, my back and my sac. I won't say I enjoyed it, but it got a reaction from me. </div><div><br /></div><div>"I like that you react. You make noise. You don't lie there like some dead fish". I'm guessing many who are more experienced might? Listen, I didn't say I got a great grade in Psych 101. </div><div><br /></div><div>He let me rest for a minute and then said: "Ok, we're going to go through each of these again, and you're going to count out 20 for each. BUT not every one - just everyone you think is truly a hit". </div><div><br /></div><div>Paddle #1 commenced. I didn't count the first 4-5. But then I started counting for each true strike. </div><div><br /></div><div>Paddle #2, the same. Though he said I was counting too many he didn't think he were worthy to be called a hit. </div><div><br /></div><div>Flogger #1. He again said I was counting too many, and now for each count I did make, he would strike harder. And he did. Of course, the crux of this is, count fast and they are over. Count slower and you get many more contact. So instead of 20, I probably got 40. I don't think this is the losing proposition. At least for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Flogger #2. I didn't count fast at all, but the contact was harsher. Or maybe my body was feeling it more or different. </div><div><br /></div><div>He didn't even bother with the mallet, but he did revisit the rolling razor. I flinched repeatedly at that. I did not enjoy it, but I didn't use any of the words of which he allowed. </div><div><br /></div><div>The man was a good "top", and gave me praise for enduring what I did. It was moderated praise - not enough to give me a swelled head, but enough to know that I did him proud. It sets one up for the next encounter - whatever and with whomever that might be. </div><div><br /></div><div>He left me like this.......</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4n6S7Vpy9MCzxTgj205q-q0gke5iMQQTiS4F2SG8YgYiDTpDlvvN9vwmoz0U7Y_-89PtecH_Io7oxfKoT01NZ7-f-UUUjysQuYsE3Be0cuTLEb7yLGltLQPdd6-MV-QVVedWqOee27JsxeI7UVmzj43f1hrnN5Fi59mw0GoSjJGjbcIW7l98/s640/0-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4n6S7Vpy9MCzxTgj205q-q0gke5iMQQTiS4F2SG8YgYiDTpDlvvN9vwmoz0U7Y_-89PtecH_Io7oxfKoT01NZ7-f-UUUjysQuYsE3Be0cuTLEb7yLGltLQPdd6-MV-QVVedWqOee27JsxeI7UVmzj43f1hrnN5Fi59mw0GoSjJGjbcIW7l98/w300-h400/0-15.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I know you're wondering where the sex was. </div><div><br /></div><div>That was it. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a mind fuck to a degree. I was in a position, literally, where he could have violated me with penetration, but it never happened. I won't lie and say I didn't want it to, but this was his scene. </div><div><br /></div><div>Asked much later if he gets erect from that kind of meet-up, he wholeheartedly said, "YES". And that's his mind fuck. I think at times we all get off mentally, if not physically. I think both he and I did that day. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I dressed, I told him I had a confession: that was only my second time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I've experienced hands and belts before, but not to that degree, not to that detail. He was so methodical about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>He said, had he knowing, he wouldn't have gone as far as he did. I assured him nothing happened that I didn't want - and reminded him I never said Yellow or Red. </div><div><br /></div><div>He thought for a second or two and said, "no........no you did not. Good boy."</div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-2160592001515702212022-05-30T11:24:00.002-05:002022-05-30T11:24:23.261-05:00Oh the Places You'll GoDr. Suess has nothing on me. Nothing, I tell ya. <div><br /></div><div>Yes, I've been away from the blog for a while. I pondered leaving it up and no adding to it. I vacillated on deleting the 800+ posts and 86'ing the archive altogether. But part of me thought I wasn't quite done with this yet. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have zero idea if I have any audience left - and it is totally valid had they moved on. It's a world of instant gratification and this blog is anything but. I never even completed my Provincetown series - and that was 13 months ago. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is no excuse and lots of explanation to it, but you know - that's never why people have stopped by here. I've been busy in life and work and a quasi-relationship (that's for another time......maybe), and when it hasn't been work, life or that last thing, I've been lazy. How's that for a nutshell. </div><div><br /></div><div>During times of Delta and Omicron, "activities" pretty much fell to the quasi relationship guy. And while he's been nothing but adventurous, time will tell if I write about that. With semi-decreases in Covid cases, and a second booster, I've been a little more.........willing, if you will, to get out there. Selectively - though this story will defy that last statement. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I said, Oh - the place you'll go. You'll being me. And how low level the bar can be at times. </div><div><br /></div><div>His opening line wasn't "hey", " 'sup" or "how's it hanging?". He went for it: "Wanna suck me". There was no question mark. That has to do more with the education system than him meaning it - but not - as a statement. </div><div><br /></div><div>I do like someone getting to the point. </div><div><br /></div><div>His stats were fine: no age, but 6'1", 185. I should have been wary of his looking for "other gamers". But I got the address and I was off. He said the door would be unlocked and to just come upstairs. I got there - it was a townhouse in an iffy development. They'd seen better days, but.........I wasn't there to house hunt. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I walked into this (albeit, I took the shot on the way out)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLREn-WC7d_78w_71pdh3bgSo4By63tydWYcsPGvyawYIosWg0P2Z5iUYJSSbH911qkRJkmhzEFQx0das7UP4SLhXEzw1xZSgnaa4g8z0sveosMPGVqT1WO2RuBy0mwqUAtJhWmwVsSDXZeovp7vwDTwThF7BzUZfPG1xqsemjyOpBtp6SwYM/s640/0-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLREn-WC7d_78w_71pdh3bgSo4By63tydWYcsPGvyawYIosWg0P2Z5iUYJSSbH911qkRJkmhzEFQx0das7UP4SLhXEzw1xZSgnaa4g8z0sveosMPGVqT1WO2RuBy0mwqUAtJhWmwVsSDXZeovp7vwDTwThF7BzUZfPG1xqsemjyOpBtp6SwYM/w300-h400/0-11.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>What you don't see, is the hall going back from the door was jam-packed with crap. So was the staircase. And the top of the stairs. The man was a pig, and in a very different way than you'd call me one. I internally shuddered at how many roaches must be under this stuff and in his kitchen, which I could only assume was just as dirty. He did nothing to make me less wary of "gamers" - and the stereotypes that surround them - though to be fair, this wasn't his parent's basement. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also on the stairs? Him. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was at the stop of the stairs, ass on a step with his legs splayed out down the next few. He wasn't letting me upstairs, and honestly, I was ok with that. </div><div><br /></div><div>What was also waiting for me was this</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOciTsYX2qytAQRYtCfqyp-3iiq5SP0TMCVUuTHh42dv95l0alLEXyYtoTcwEGTp0xrtxrdmWpMbxOEa-wsUnKkBOGEo_De57m_Bx8MP1Qa_JeqEAlJ6A1JxLo-XbJeeexryaE2EmCK4PSnVMRPdvBN8GylpSXCIMHnnHB_dSAXpL1mNnzBU/s1156/0-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="560" data-original-width="1156" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOciTsYX2qytAQRYtCfqyp-3iiq5SP0TMCVUuTHh42dv95l0alLEXyYtoTcwEGTp0xrtxrdmWpMbxOEa-wsUnKkBOGEo_De57m_Bx8MP1Qa_JeqEAlJ6A1JxLo-XbJeeexryaE2EmCK4PSnVMRPdvBN8GylpSXCIMHnnHB_dSAXpL1mNnzBU/w400-h194/0-7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>Well, what it would become. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fully grown - in my throat - it became over 8.5" and thick as fuck in terms of the shaft, especially the base. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was horrible at dirty verbal, but I'm guessing he was less than 30. My other stereotype about gamers is that if not virgins, they're close to it. He was close to it. Clearly. </div><div><br /></div><div>The guy appreciated my skills. While not rusty, it'd been a while since I tackled a dick this big. I mentioned something vague about how it would feel good up an ass. He replied he'd never done that, but the tone took on more of something he'd rather not do. I wasn't prepped for that anyway - let alone one that would hit oil. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I stayed on my knees, between his legs, sucking his mammoth cock. </div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't worship, which dick was destined to be, it's just attached to the wrong guy, in the wrong place. I was there to get him off and get out. I'm usually not there just for the load. I like the process of getting the load.....but this time, I just wanted it and to leave. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was skill, of course. But I did not curtail all those skills to his reactions. I had a job to do. And I did it. </div><div><br /></div><div>He warned me he was getting close. I couldn't tell if the thought I should know to pull off? I can only imagine what else was left in that carpet on the steps. But I took it all. Decent sized load, though a little bitter. </div><div><br /></div><div>I made sure to get all drops, then I stood up to leave. As I had not taken anything off, it was a clean (pun intended) getaway. He, still laying on the stairs. </div><div><br /></div><div>The entire event made me think about all those / these situations I've put myself into for the quest for cock. I'm not proud. But I'm not ashamed either. It just is. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've gotten a few messages from this nerd: "I you as my regular so bad". That is the direct message. I'll assume "want" was meant to be in there. </div><div><br /></div><div>.......I haven't replied. Nor will I. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-51082951547170721862021-11-28T17:10:00.001-05:002021-11-28T17:10:16.452-05:00P-town 5 & 7: Late Night / Early Morning Muscle<div><p style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Fully vaccinated here. I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary. But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs. While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. </span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction. Or sex, as it may be. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty. But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;">_________________________________________________________</span></div></div><div><br /></div>He had the word 'Alpha' right in his screen name on Scruff. And he reached out to me? <div><br /></div><div>I mean, what could I possibly do? How could I possibly say 'no'? Clearly, I couldn't - not that I wanted to. He said he'd be over in 10 minutes - and he was. </div><div><br /></div><div>Everything about him was a red flag. Younger. Handsome. Bodybuilder wanna be. What the fuck did he want with me? It's not like I asked him or anything. I gave him the address and how to get in - he was there at the time he said. He was ready, so was I. </div><div><br /></div><div>At least from our brief texts all he wanted was head. I was drunk. It was after hours. I was ok with anything that came my way - and especially from someone who looked like him. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqUn2k1cja9lygKWKyK5fmFNKEY3gi_hIPT61hleHmWm4vutn-JkulwN2u1yALCzqI59RDJI3TIRaYe_u20f4PPyesbv_me_Rh9NDvQx8Vlw9AutzwTPWGu2AgmLwHSIoS87aYg/s640/0.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="640" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqUn2k1cja9lygKWKyK5fmFNKEY3gi_hIPT61hleHmWm4vutn-JkulwN2u1yALCzqI59RDJI3TIRaYe_u20f4PPyesbv_me_Rh9NDvQx8Vlw9AutzwTPWGu2AgmLwHSIoS87aYg/s320/0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>His screen name was accurate. Alpha. </div><div><br /></div><div>While he was somewhat cordial, he held the cards, the directed the scene, or at least most of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alpha sat on the airbnb sofa, I got on my knees, where he said I belonged. He was not incorrect. His pants off, his legs spread, he provided access to what I needed and what he wanted. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think he'd have been happy for a good blowjob and to leave. But by his name alone, he deserved more. Worship. </div><div><br /></div><div>...and I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's easy enough to take a cock into a mouth and bob till a guy shoots. If a man is not inpatient, the tongue and lips, separate from the mouth, are wonderful tools to excite, enhance and prolong the experience. While cylindrical in nature, there really are four sides to the dick, and the head, the balls and the taint. On Alpha, I used them all. </div><div><br /></div><div>He settled in for the experience. Sank into the couch while his legs loosened up even more. His hand to my head, his mouth saying all the right things. Not just the "ohhh yeahhh" shit. Him telling me what I'm doing right. Telling me what I should be doing more of. I was happy he wasn't telling me I was doing something he didn't like. He liked it all, but wanted more of certain things. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think he liked the tongue on this sac, but he LOVED it a little below that. Of course, I went further south and he didn't stop me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Still, there was a job to do and I was determined to finish it. And it seemed it would be with his help. Both hands on my head guiding me up and down - though it was a route with which I was very familiar. Not necessarily on him, but similar paths I have taken thousands of times on thousands of guys. </div><div><br /></div><div>I / He edged a few times but then he was ready. My mouth halfway down on his shaft, and hands firmly on my head, he shot. And shot again.......times seven. Nice thick ropes. His chest heaving. His breath catching. Yet still ekeing out the words "swallow" "cocksucker" and "faggot". And of course, I would swallow, but only after pulling off, showing him his seed and moving his hand to my throat to grasp it. Like so many, he picked up on it and squeezed. Some do it lighter. Some harder. He was closer to the tighter grip. </div><div><br /></div><div>I swallowed. He smiled. </div><div><br /></div><div>My mouth, as always, goes back to the dick. Invariably there is a stray drop or three. And if you squeeze the shaft up from the bottom - be it with your hands or lips - up, you're bound to extract the final amounts of semen a man still has left. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was drained and still catching his breath. I was still on my knees. His cock still in my mouth. But I was smart enough to leave just the head and little bit of the shaft. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn't moving. I wasn't sucking him. It just sat there. Waiting. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to see what he would do. I want to see what I would do if he got on my wavelength. </div><div><br /></div><div>"You still want my dick, huh? Sorry, I'm spent". I didn't move. Nor did he. It seemed like minutes went by. And then the lightbulb went off. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh.........you want my piss? Fine. I'll give that to you". </div><div><br /></div><div>For me, it was now or never. It wasn't my place. It wasn't my carpet. I had no idea if he'd be pissing clear, beer or heavy yellow. Honestly, I was hoping not the latter. But I was in for it now. No real turning back in front of someone named Alpha. </div><div><br /></div><div>It trickled slow at first. Droplets. Almost tasteless. Warm. Very warm. </div><div><br /></div><div>With his cock in my mouth and starting to flow, he used one hand to help himself off the couch by pushing into a cushion. Things inside of him untangled a bit, allowing piss to start moving more freely. </div><div><br /></div><div>The volume picked up. The speed picked up. With just part of his cock in my mouth I used it like a straw, not letting any accumulate in my mouth. Just keep swallowing. That was the trick for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>"Drink that down, motherfucker" - so I did. "You wanted it.........get it all". And I did. So I did. </div><div><br /></div><div>There's a point when you're pissing - or the other guy is - and you know when you've peaked. So I knew when the stream was settling down and no matter what, I could still get it all without any struggle. </div><div><br /></div><div>That night, I took every drop of everything that came out of Alpha's cock. Oh, and his spit too, as he looked down at me, my tongue extended...........another non-verbal sexual request. I was not denied. s</div><div><br /></div><div>He left with a brief thank you - and I went to bed. Filled and happy. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward two days later. My departure date. 6am. I get this message. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4unflohfIInCIQDJZ27n11seZTkXp-cu0pOD4VK50Z54ZruXRm4WeY-Qg1hBfqsDwEEnGBF2LrFTE0TdQ1gNrEHCwvMk2ZBeUs-LaNM342vqeZxQeFW3ma5LIDmhd6jNvOkyrQ/s438/0-1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="438" data-original-width="295" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4unflohfIInCIQDJZ27n11seZTkXp-cu0pOD4VK50Z54ZruXRm4WeY-Qg1hBfqsDwEEnGBF2LrFTE0TdQ1gNrEHCwvMk2ZBeUs-LaNM342vqeZxQeFW3ma5LIDmhd6jNvOkyrQ/w432-h640/0-1.png" width="432" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>He gave me the address. One street over, but his instructions were fucked up and wrong. The buildings, three of them, were not well marked and identical. He said the door was open, so I went up and found the open door. </div><div><br /></div><div>On a sofa-bed inside there was a man sleeping with a dog. The dog went batshit crazy and I backed out. the guy didn't seem to wake. I left the door wide open. No way this was Alpha's place. As I was leaving, I passed another man who asked me what I was doing. I walked away with no response. </div><div><br /></div><div>One building over, I found it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alpha was in bed. I was dressed and stayed that way. </div><div><br /></div><div>I leaned over the bed, pulled down his sheet and my mouth engulfed his cock. He lay back and I stayed leaned over, bobbing up and down on his shaft, taking him al the way to the root. Like the time before, his hand clasped my neck and he pushed me down on his cock at his will - at the force he chose. I was simply a vessel. </div><div><br /></div><div>It didn't take long. This was good. He had somewhere to be and I had to be on the road. His cum flooded my mouth. I didn't hold it to show him the good before. I swallowed and he knew it as my mouth was still around his shaft as I ingested. He could feel the muscles. </div><div><br /></div><div>When he was done he held me for a minute? Want my morning piss? </div><div><br /></div><div>I did................but I really didn't. In theory I did, but I know what the first piss of the day is like. I'm still new to piss and the heavy yellow stream - smell and taste - isn't a need at this point. I politely declined, he chuckled and let me go. </div><div><br /></div><div>I thanked him this time - as it should be - went back to my place, loaded the car and left. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-7207573523819380162021-10-10T15:03:00.003-05:002021-10-10T15:03:30.140-05:00Public BJ<p>I returned to <a href="https://bikeguy13.blogspot.com/2021/06/park-play.html">THE park</a> last week. Actually, I've returned several times, almost all without any type of success. It got to the point I didn't make a point of going. But, you know, I was horny. Actually, what I wanted was a place to smoke a cigar without any interruption of anyone bothering me about it. IF I could get laid in the meantime, so be it. </p><p>The week before, I was there just to cruise. A guy came to my car and asked me to follow him. So I did. He went back into that abandoned tennis court and before I could get in there, his formidable cock was already out. Curved. Thick. Good sized. I went to my knees and gave it my all. </p><p>The cock was ripe, but that did not detract me. Yet my skill and enthusiasm wasn't enough. After about 10 minutes, he pulled back, zipped up and walked away. Damn. </p><p>So this time, I wasn't there for anything other than kicking back on a beautiful day with what would turn out to be a fair cigar at best. About halfway through, a guy got out of his car and walked towards the tennis courts, where I was. </p><p>As he approached, he looked so promising. Tall. Dark as night. Good body - tight white t-shirt on, baggy blue jeans, though not hanging off him, and mirrored sunglasses. </p><p>Between where I was standing and the court was a stone wall about thigh high - at least on a 6'2" guy it is. He was on one side of the wall, I on the other. He eyed me up and down (I think). It was hard to tell in mirrored sunglasses. I did the same, only more obvious, with my eyes purposefully coming to rest on his crotch. </p><p>After a long minute, he started walked back to his car. Fuck. No luck. </p><p>But me, being me, followed him with my eyes and squatted down. Should he turn back, he'd see me in sucking position. When he got to his car, he looked back, shut his car door without ever getting into it and started the trek back. I stayed put. </p><p>This time, he wasn't on the other side of the wall. He stood next to me and the tree I was against. </p><p>No words from either of us. It was a risk about not asking if he was a cop, but I reached for his crotch and felt his hardening dick. He took over, unzipped and pulled it out. It was beautiful: dark, like him, thick and veiny. I'd guessing 7.5". </p><p>He positioned himself just so. As we took no true cover there, people on the freeway and off ramp, in theory could see. I'm not sure how much at 70 mph, but if stuck on the ramp, could definitely see a man in a white shirt from the back. Possibly seeing a white guy squatting in front of him. </p><p>I wasn't deterred. I went right to work. He let me. No words. Not sounds other than the din of traffic. He was facing in such a way he'd see anyone heading our way. </p><p>At first our rhythm was off. My going down and his pushing in was not in sync. I fixed that problem. His hands were contently in his pockets. Without taking my mouth off his cock, I took one of his hands and guided it to the back of my head. It was then I saw the diamond encrusted wedding band. Married to boot. Nice. </p><p>With the hand there, he took over. The second hand joined the first and it went from a blowjob to a face fuck. I think he felt in total control at this point and I was in pig heaven. </p><p>It's not that I wasn't a utility before this head/hand grasp, but it was without a doubt at this point. He was single focused and me, as a person, wasn't even part of the equation. As you've figured out well before this post, I'm fine with that. </p><p>I was more surprised how soon after he took that lead role that he came. I wasn't expecting it. Still no words and his dick didn't seem to get harder as he got closer. None of the tell tale signs were there. But then came the roar. </p><p>It was loud, but not so loud that vehicles on the off-ramp could hear should their windows be down. It wasn't the biggest or tastiest load I've had - not by far. His sounds made the orgasm seem larger than it was, but I think we all know the physical outward can be different than the internal feeling. </p><p>Where I would have liked to make sure I got all drops, he pulled out and away and actually wiped his big black cock on the tree bark next to me. Don't think I didn't look or notice either.......</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuacYUB08a8gucJO45n5nYAmKLX-j0uQ3UFJTu0xyFUFchp3sWQumdag8n8FEG-yRseynzKNoTPW4ybNX6H68JngnvKF6uc6sxw6jG0-GRn-8QPpGIK0TeKN6VOMgDXbfFz0M1GA/s4032/IMG_7155.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuacYUB08a8gucJO45n5nYAmKLX-j0uQ3UFJTu0xyFUFchp3sWQumdag8n8FEG-yRseynzKNoTPW4ybNX6H68JngnvKF6uc6sxw6jG0-GRn-8QPpGIK0TeKN6VOMgDXbfFz0M1GA/w300-h400/IMG_7155.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>He did not leave a lot of residual sperm, but he left it. And well, you know I couldn't abide by that. At all. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_C2Pl8XLRmqQoEKhb2pPevCcSfiIB_gDk2g-iPcaTblggO1A5bLptbVZasW9OJ-NSBrub7SgXfkI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>I took care of it. </p><p>I also know he was watching this before he got into his car. I'm sure he was just thinking, "fucking faggot!". </p><p><br /></p><p>I'm good with that. </p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-25969832521608339102021-08-24T13:02:00.004-05:002021-08-24T13:02:48.802-05:00Bob Returns<p><span><i><span style="font-family: times;">Taking a detour on my P-Town posts because......well, I haven't written them all yet. So I'm digging into one that had been drafted, but not completed at the time (it is now) and ready for publish</span></i>. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span>He’s been back a few times. <a href="https://bikeguy13.blogspot.com/2017/09/right-answer.html">“Bob”</a>, that is. But this was all pre-Covid. I’m just getting around to it now.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I find him extremely attractive and had for years before we ever connected sexually. As mentioned before, I didn’t even know he knew I existed. It just took time.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">This time, he came over, dressed right from work. Beautiful blue suit. White dress shirt. Nice red silk tie. Polished shoes. He looks incredibly hot dressed up like this. I think he’s incredibly hot any way.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">My initial sighting of him was at CLAW in t-shirt and leather. Variations of that dress, depending on the day. Depending on the year, as it did take years to ‘connect’.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He looked hot that way too. However, I do fucking love a man in a suit. And he wore it well.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">But like a good pig-like man, that’s what was on the outside. Presentable for those looking. Filthy underneath.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Hands placed on my shoulder and guided me down to my knees, where I was all too willing to go. My face hovered next to his crotch. With my face hovering right up against his crotch, I could feel the warmth of my own breath bouncing off the fabric and back at me – my beard, chin, lips. I hesitated, as this is usually the time I would move my face into a crotch. Not just to feel the material, but to be one with it. Gnaw at it. Lick it. Suck through it. Feel things start to stir as I worked them from a non-naked scenario. I went for it anyway.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQ-mqPo1f7TJD2jsXgwhGDz6TZ8jOZ91yowp6He9t-VpM8LypHROTPE_toIWOLVgkk-DlyxFCN6slazn6jJvDjugo_SBC_7zMJqILQVsUDVtiJu-jmvvuUSJd3AFvyigkosqM-Q/s640/IMG_6167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="640" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQ-mqPo1f7TJD2jsXgwhGDz6TZ8jOZ91yowp6He9t-VpM8LypHROTPE_toIWOLVgkk-DlyxFCN6slazn6jJvDjugo_SBC_7zMJqILQVsUDVtiJu-jmvvuUSJd3AFvyigkosqM-Q/w400-h324/IMG_6167.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Nice suit or not, he didn’t stop me from doing it. Actually he encouraged it, with words and a firm hand behind my head pushing me into his crotch. After the appropriate amount of attention to his area, of course, for truer satisfaction (for him, obviously) I went for the belt……….and the zipper. I was not denied, my hand not slapped away.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Under that suit was a leather jockstrap pouch. Red. To match his tie. </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczzhxeA65wxmWp5iIpzqr5F36H49r7mnSFHgMzgJ9IXW57qleblLHg4hSuIO-FGxcG8mHRbpwq0VkqmDumtvAZvqvTgbQNFT_7wLO7mC39IHpF7xgF9xFcMk4F3gXFKCMvVKcRA/s640/IMG_6168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="357" data-original-width="640" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczzhxeA65wxmWp5iIpzqr5F36H49r7mnSFHgMzgJ9IXW57qleblLHg4hSuIO-FGxcG8mHRbpwq0VkqmDumtvAZvqvTgbQNFT_7wLO7mC39IHpF7xgF9xFcMk4F3gXFKCMvVKcRA/w400-h224/IMG_6168.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The man is nothing if not coordinated. He saw the reaction in my eyes. I probably sighed….or moaned. He chuckled knowingly. I don’t know if he thought he was hot, but he knew I thought he was and that is probably as good as is needed for a top man.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I worked on the pouch with new vigor. </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Htn6jxEU4OEqj4J3UNXxZk56hZJRTceIG3kTkV8tAB2YtIqLjKVpdqWPtTLWflTUUr0zK_hlnCP1tluXAOCKha3rZPpnKS1FFMPKzY1FwgFsme56kdU8-lOJ02VMAadyZZonhw/s640/IMG_6169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="449" data-original-width="640" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Htn6jxEU4OEqj4J3UNXxZk56hZJRTceIG3kTkV8tAB2YtIqLjKVpdqWPtTLWflTUUr0zK_hlnCP1tluXAOCKha3rZPpnKS1FFMPKzY1FwgFsme56kdU8-lOJ02VMAadyZZonhw/w400-h281/IMG_6169.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">But soon that was to be unsnapped exposing his thick 6” dick. And down on that I went. Like. A. Champ. I might add. Bob seemed to agree if groans, moans and guttural words of “oh fuck yeah” were to be believed. He stood there, pants around his wingtips, white dress shirt unbuttoned, but remained on, with the tie loosened and askew with some cocksucker swinging on his meat.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Just the way it was intended to be.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAPr28rRBO4Iblf8-cxPs84w5b263xpUPTu5z4iAi8Y2R3bqvMdRG_4_Dej7QbhY8ilLSjvm4lG4IF9ceMkdtD-aJYaLCzFqsHqfZzibh3LHCmHEQACrZyQkotNHXSgo2EH2qww/s803/IMG_6171.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="803" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAPr28rRBO4Iblf8-cxPs84w5b263xpUPTu5z4iAi8Y2R3bqvMdRG_4_Dej7QbhY8ilLSjvm4lG4IF9ceMkdtD-aJYaLCzFqsHqfZzibh3LHCmHEQACrZyQkotNHXSgo2EH2qww/w400-h320/IMG_6171.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">However, I’m smart enough to know while my mouth is good, my hole was the goal. To be honest, that was the goal for both of us, though I had little say in this our any outcome. I know my station.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Off came the shoes. Off came the pants. Off came the jacket and tie. The shirt remained on but open. Everything else remained in place….except for me, who was bent over the desk of my home office. I guess one more thing went on:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>spit on his cock. It’d be the only lube I’d be getting.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="Apple-converted-space">And his hand. On those cheeks. often. There were red marks. They'd remain for a while. </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The entry was blunt, but nothing I couldn’t take or endure. Bob isn’t one for subtlety or nuance – at least not when it comes to fucking subs. Using, maybe more than fucking. This was about his pleasure ultimately, but I think (?) somewhere in him, he wanted to think what he was doing made me feel good. Read that again:<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>he didn’t care if I felt good. He wanted what HE was doing to make me feel good – as it was still all about him.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The pounding – and let’s face it, that’s what it was – was intense and verbal. Telling me how the hole felt. Grunts. Moans. Nice movement and then slamming up the hole. Bob is rough, but not as rough as he thinks he is. That, or he’s holding back. Either way, I’m not fragile and if he wanted to kick it up a notch, I wouldn’t be opposed.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyF3_YQBbqfpNhNkK0jlzY8ixsUE8aROCJ7tLNwjujA8skM8WDsEDflYIhoq90pZJF8YcKax4vV180' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">At some point I got flipped on my back so I could watch him fuck me. And watch I did. I love seeing a man in motion. The intensity in their face – and he had it – the look in their eyes, the lust. I mean – I am totally fine with being ass up, head down. Just used.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>But trust me, I was being used.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">While he didn’t tell me ahead of time, I know the signs of impending orgasm. The glaze over the eyes, the mouth agape. The flush of the face. Of course, at the moment of – the GROWL and the howl. The pulse. The warmth. And naturally, the sneer. His.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He was nice enough to let it slide out normally as opposed to just yanking it out. Then he stood there, hands on hips and said, “get it clean, faggot”.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>And I did. Dropped to my knees and took the cock that had just been up my asshole, and took it in my mouth. Like I would have if it were just a blowjob, I worshipped that motherfucking prick and made sure to get every inch in me, using my tongue to make sure he was spotless. He was.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8zNjv3e9BG9dQhIJ4gaV2qyrEgqjMg9Y6yVBpZzh03gqK-OgSQKeqLeO5dy_LbDVPDWgCNgIzE91UZiJBLgBa0lVzWHWbJsJsRX5-1bzWQ2AdqYTyZX5iIvvmNsN1XSPYgNbkg/s640/IMG_6172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="362" data-original-width="640" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN8zNjv3e9BG9dQhIJ4gaV2qyrEgqjMg9Y6yVBpZzh03gqK-OgSQKeqLeO5dy_LbDVPDWgCNgIzE91UZiJBLgBa0lVzWHWbJsJsRX5-1bzWQ2AdqYTyZX5iIvvmNsN1XSPYgNbkg/w400-h226/IMG_6172.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He then had me hop back up on the desk and lay back. I wasn’t sure what he would do, but it turns out, he would be getting me off. With his fist.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">No no………he didn’t put his fist up my rectum (#lifegoals!), but gripped my slimy cock with his hand. I was so revved up and his manly grip was erotic and painful at the same time. He knew it too. And he jacked me. And jacked me. And then some more.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Of course, it was enough to make me ejaculate. But that wasn’t enough for him. With his hands having some of my cum in them, he continued to use it as lube as he kept stroking me. The post-orgasm sensitivity shot me through the roof. Like his grip, it was erotic, ticklish, painful – I was beside myself, wanting him to stop, smart enough (?) not say the word.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He knew exactly what I was feeling, because I was an open book at this point. He could see me. He could feel me squirm. He could see my horror and delight all at the same time. I’m 99% sure this was not his first time doing this trick – though it was a first with me.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He left satisfied. He left me in a fucking heap.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Then Covid hit and we haven’t had any repeat, though now and then, I will get a filthy-laden text from him, so I know in the future we will be revisiting this or new encounter.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>I can’t wait</span></p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-29073447420632016352021-07-18T13:19:00.043-05:002021-07-25T20:14:34.065-05:00P-town 4: No habla inglés<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Fully vaccinated here. I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary. But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs. While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. </span></span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction. Or sex, as it may be. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty. But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">_________________________________________________________</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">The guy was hitting me up and disappearing. Or not responding. I didn't take him seriously or spend too much time on him over the few days this happened. I was not that invested, and clearly, neither was he. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">At best, his messages were stilted and he struggled with the language. It would turn out he was from Bolivia. Or maybe it was Bogata. It started with a B and wasn't Brazil. This much I retained. Then it just kind of came together. And he arrived on his bike about 10 minutes later. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">His profile pic was better than the real thing (shock!), but he still had an air of handsomeness about him - and the swarthyness of a man from South America. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXNw98RXjTkFTzcY5rIfzlehTx6vmvajBh_BzcA4tE6Fp8PJ4wTHbdHyjSXT3waomyku4O0cy-gOL4tZRJb7TLB2BQIKT6wxzsIBQrSa266qmiYLHy949XotJLEPuNktWVB7N0g/s508/0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="287" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXNw98RXjTkFTzcY5rIfzlehTx6vmvajBh_BzcA4tE6Fp8PJ4wTHbdHyjSXT3waomyku4O0cy-gOL4tZRJb7TLB2BQIKT6wxzsIBQrSa266qmiYLHy949XotJLEPuNktWVB7N0g/w226-h400/0.png" width="226" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">I usually don't show face shots here, but I see no downside here, even if someone points him to my blog. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">The eroticism and passion you want from a Latin man didn't happen here. Oh, he was fine. We tried communicating until we just decided it was better to have my mouth full. Honestly, I think he wanted his filled, but it was my vacation, my rental, my terms. And I was clear on that in our on-line exchange - - assuming he could read English. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">It was a brief event, but it fair. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">As you might expect, he had an uncut peen. It wasn't horribly large, but a little below average. But it worked. He was hard and he was in a rush. He had to go to the gym and then work. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">He insisted that I be on the bed, head back while he knelt beside me and fed me dick. So, that is exactly what we did. He did. I did what I needed to so that he would feel satisfied. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">The load arrived quicker than I anticipated or wanted. I love the process of getting the guy off, but totally realize, some guys want to shoot and go. He was such a guy. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">In a heartbeat, he was up, pulling on his shorts and telling me in broken English he had to go. I wasn't stopping him. I had places to be, people to meet and possibly look for the next guy later on. </span></div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-57630900700954964712021-07-18T13:17:00.000-05:002021-07-18T13:17:26.743-05:00P-town 3: the Perv<p><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Fully vaccinated here. I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary. But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs. While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. </span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction. Or sex, as it may be. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty. But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;">_________________________________________________________</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">He wasn't exactly as advertised. But I was quite drunk and it was quite late, and I didn't have to go to him. So, instead of GrubHub, it was more like SchlubHub. And like anything when you've had a few to drink, it's not quite what you wanted, but it's what you got. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Dude was about late 30s. Heavier set than he said. More tatts than I realized. Stank of heavy cigarette usage. Probably high too. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">A more sober me might not have looked all past that, but the drunk me did. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">No warm and fuzzies. This was sex only. Clothes off, we got right down to it. It didn't even need to start off with the prelim cocksucking to get him hard. He was there. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">He slathered the lube I had in a jar next to the bed onto his 6.5" upwards curved cock. He poked at my back door and pushed his way in. I moaned........loudly. While P-town is tightly clustered in terms of residences, at the time, I had no neighbors and all the doors and windows were shut. But this was something I needed.........more than wanted. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">He had barely bottomed out in me when he asked/stated, but with seemingly impossible prior knowledge that I had been sexually abused as a child. Granted, that is a 50/50 shot probably, and yes, I was in a younger-older forced on situation but I don't see it as 'sexual abuse'. I know the law would. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Truth be told, my first time, in retrospect is erotic to me. So I had no problem telling this guy. The more details he pressed for, the harder he was, the harder he fucked me. He was way into it. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">As it turns out, him asking me was probably just an excuse to tell me his first time tale(s), which kept him hard and kept him boning my ass. He too was younger who had an older (but not nearly as old as mine) guy take charge of a situation. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">I GET that not everyone's experiences are on the up and up. I totally get having sex with underage kids is in theory not a good idea, but fuck - I would probably personally thank each and every one of the men who used me when I was a kid. They helped me become me. And I'm comfortable with that. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">This guy got it too. He was fucking me for all it was worth and he wasn't going to be quick about it. Sure eventually, it just became about the porking and not the stories. I was feeling the up curve with every inward thrust. At some point I knew I needed to get some rest, so I actively used my ass muscles to massage that shaft and to get him closer. And it worked. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">Soon enough, it was he making the noise to disturb the neighbors, had they been there. And then my ass as filling with his load. He didn't stay in my long. He slipped out - and then shortly after, slipped out of my airbnb. I was ok with that. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: times;">After that, I slipped into bed and got some shut eye. </span></div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-48607187210494236862021-07-11T13:39:00.000-05:002021-07-11T13:39:26.242-05:00P-town 2: Hispanic Dad<p> Fully vaccinated here. I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary. But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs. While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. </p><div>That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction. Or sex, as it may be. </div><div><br /></div><div>In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty. But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order. </div><div><br /></div><div>_____________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>I was minding my own business (ha!) in the morning. I had gotten up and walked up to Commercial St. to grab some caffeine and something to eat. Oddly, the night before over-indulging with alcohol didn't set me back in terms of sleep, waking up and almost no hangover effects. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was sunny but chilly, yet I sat on the patio of Joe Coffee. As my friends were feeling a little worse for the wear, no one joined me this morning, I was left with my own company. It turns out, at least to myself, I get bored easily with myself. So when people-watching wasn't enough, I fired up the apps. </div><div><br /></div><div>Most of the same people were on all the apps - all varying distances away, but none of them THAT far. I'd say no one was catching my eye, but the reality of it probably was - it was I catching no one else's ocular gaze. Until............</div><div><br /></div><div>Oscar wasn't far away. In his 50s (I'm guessing), 5'7", Hispanic, salt and pepper hair and beard, height-weight proportions and a 6.5" dick. Cut - which was the more surprising thing. I told him where I was, what I was wearing and he showed up and plopped himself down at my table. He was handsome and interested, so I grabbed my now luke-warm tea and we headed the quarter mile back to my Airbnb. </div><div><br /></div><div>More than once on that walk he mentioned he had to meet his daughter in a while, or had to text her saying he was walking. I was unsure if she was 14 or 28. I assumed he didn't leave a minor on her own, but fuck, I've done a lot worse things for making a hook-up. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was zero pretense here. Pants went down. Shirts came off. I went to my knees. He sunk back into the sofa. My mouth went onto his cock......then down to the base. He moaned his appreciation. His cock responded to full hardness. But we both wanted more. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then it was off to the bedroom. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESZcHlLVXWI_yi9g_NIKrPsgjh_7h_dn6pyddEBi7-pN9JV07KnMc8MPtIFeroajD_tYn6yhGKwNsmGekfPhHmoGtRNrY1WM0cncfGI1bvMleB2thG034pvM6srbnN43jnfgmsA/s640/0-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="640" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESZcHlLVXWI_yi9g_NIKrPsgjh_7h_dn6pyddEBi7-pN9JV07KnMc8MPtIFeroajD_tYn6yhGKwNsmGekfPhHmoGtRNrY1WM0cncfGI1bvMleB2thG034pvM6srbnN43jnfgmsA/w400-h217/0-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>On my back, legs up, just the way he wanted. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oscar was a quiet, respectful guy and a decent top man. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySpMrTtQdQxvJgNdMNTst-SW48itkMO9gyxkr9GWe5NMCsHC2DNemD9VvAfwZ7J8-p99wwRzgwHy4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div>He knew how to fuck, and that's what I wanted. It wasn't a long fuck, but a good one. And there was no hesitation or question about shooting up my ass. </div><div><br /></div><div>We cleaned up, straightened up, we chatted. He mentioned how much he liked fucking my ass. I concurred. The talk got into specifics of how he like to bone butt. I told him how much I liked having it done and how tough Covid had been on all of us in terms of limited sex. </div><div><br /></div><div>He asked about any other encounters I had up in P-town. I told him of one. That's all it took. He pushed me back to the bedroom. </div><div><br /></div><div>Less formality than last time. I had only put on my underwear and a t-shirt. The former came down and off. He unzipped His 50 something year old cock was rock hard again and he just went to it. Bent over the bed he went to town on my ass, and using his own cum as lube. ....and in a short 10 minutes later, he added to that lube. </div><div><br /></div><div>After that, he was off to see his daughter. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What a perv!</div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-3665460336573442822021-07-05T10:14:00.003-05:002021-07-05T10:14:41.051-05:00P-town 1: Dom DadFully vaccinated here. I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary. But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs. While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. <div><br /></div><div>That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction. Or sex, as it may be. </div><div><br /></div><div>In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty. But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. </div><div><br /></div><div>Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order. </div><div><br /></div><div>_____________________________________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>He was in his 60s - I'm guessing. Shaved head. Silver goatee, Tatts. Masculine as fuck. At least in his profile and in our brief exchanges. He'd be over at 3p, he said. He was. </div><div><br /></div><div>He would look something like this......</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc85Ddqq96yexEQUYmy1fCImfb7ZiIEGniuLioeJ5JZ-cxqbOtmZnIKLdLj_k71X6G66I_ALL6LEZ29H2aNZQFqsvDDAklSbhZxS968sLnpAyi_neBpnp6tx5zXNk2kI8SM6spQ/s640/IMG_3156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="640" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc85Ddqq96yexEQUYmy1fCImfb7ZiIEGniuLioeJ5JZ-cxqbOtmZnIKLdLj_k71X6G66I_ALL6LEZ29H2aNZQFqsvDDAklSbhZxS968sLnpAyi_neBpnp6tx5zXNk2kI8SM6spQ/w400-h303/IMG_3156.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He said to be naked. I wasn't. On purpose. </div><div><br /></div><div>One: the neoprene shorts with the zipper down the back were hot. Two: I liked the idea of him seeing them and eventually opening them to fuck, while they remained on. Part of this would not happen. </div><div><br /></div><div>He arrived promptly at 3p. I was mostly naked, on all fours, head on the sofa, ass to the door that he'd walk in. He was silent. Sure, I heard the door shut and lock, but nothing else. I don't know if he was undressing, admiring, judging, casing the joint or what. </div><div><br /></div><div>He stepped forward. Two solid WHACKS on my neoprene'd ass. He told me to take them off. So I did. </div><div>He took a seat on the sofa, shirt on, pants off. A good 7" cock in front of me, at eye level. </div><div><br /></div><div>As most men are, he was a contradiction in terms. In the same two minute time period my eyes should always be making eye contact with him; and then, always be looking at his cock. Either way I'd get hell - though I think he knew that and just wanted to keep a faggot in his place. </div><div><br /></div><div>That was his whole thing: degrading me; dehumanizing me. I'm not adverse to this line or behavior. </div><div><br /></div><div>He liked gagging me on his cock. I'm a good cocksucker, so some of the gags might have been for show. A few were actual ones. Those were more about his rapid piston face fucking. Either way, he felt good about himself as I gagged and had spittle. Oh, not that he showed it, but you know...........I think most guys are pleased with themselves on that front. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, I licked his balls, his taint and his pucker too. </div><div><br /></div><div>I between all of those things he kept asking for water. Cold. No ice. On the third trip I knew what he was up to. But as you've read, I've been experimenting with water sports, so I was ok. </div><div><br /></div><div>Words like "faggot", "cocksucker", "worthless" flowed from his mouth like a poet. A filthy pirate poet, but a poet nonetheless. </div><div><br /></div><div>He told me to stop moving my mouth and the piss started. I haven't played with it a lot and when I have it's always been fairly clear. This wasn't. I mean, I couldn't see it, but I could also tell it wasn't running clear. I kind of always assume people hydrate during the day, and as it goes along, their piss gets less and less yellow. </div><div><br /></div><div>Internally I gagged. Maybe externally too. He asked if I liked it, and that he was told it tasted like buttered popcorn. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ok - now I like buttered popcorn but the association / connotation at the time, really was off-putting. I had to stop, and thankfully he let me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't like saying 'no', 'stop', 'easier' during sex. So I was disappointed in myself, and it turns out so was he. </div><div><br /></div><div>There would be no fuck. There would be not actual return to a blow job. He jacked his cock, go close and told me to open up. I did. I caught his cum. I swallowed. </div><div><br /></div><div>He hastily dressed and left without a word. These things happen, right? They can't all be winners. </div>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14796943.post-493433808893942012021-06-27T11:57:00.000-05:002021-06-27T11:57:51.432-05:00Different Warehouse "Fun"<p>You're thinking you just read a warehouse story - and you would not be incorrect. But honest, this is a different one. </p><p>Different warehouse. Different part of town. Different guy. The guy was even a different color. </p><p>Guy from A4A had been hitting me up for well over a year. But it was 2020 and well..........that just wasn't happening, right? </p><p>But last week it did, mostly because I was horny as fuck. And this guy wanted to fuck, badly. He asked if I had a rubber and responded that I did not. Honestly, I don't get why the tops think bottoms should be carrying all of this for them. If you wanna fucked wrapped, then bring the wrapping. </p><p>Still, it was a non-conversation and he still claimed he wanted to "pound one out in me". And I was DTF. </p><p>I was at work and could not host. He was at work, but could - if I was willing for a little risk and adventure. I think from these 850+ posts you know I am. And I was. </p><p>Like the previous story, I found the entrance as told - and like the last the door was propped open.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIxs8-uVv89CWYKpnP8JJpVA1fn_PZidoPu-pHB9AyC75ufcm6YRHYFcfegIJdN5x9M0uUWGUzB7fy49GjNQNhMnZA4-d7mIhOy833zkKJwD6jDbhSJrA8DKLGIQrvNYtN7IpuQ/s2048/IMG_4311.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvIxs8-uVv89CWYKpnP8JJpVA1fn_PZidoPu-pHB9AyC75ufcm6YRHYFcfegIJdN5x9M0uUWGUzB7fy49GjNQNhMnZA4-d7mIhOy833zkKJwD6jDbhSJrA8DKLGIQrvNYtN7IpuQ/w300-h400/IMG_4311.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>I looked around but no one was there. I texted via A4A and he said he'd be right there. And he was. </p><p>The guy was younger looking than expected, though he said he was 32. Maybe 160lb and 5'9"-ish. Work shirt and vest on, plus a ballcap of some kind. </p><p>There was to be zero foreplay. Time for him was of the essence. He unzipped his pants to show this - though this was not taken during the encounter. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyUc564336awTCT9nL2pqEQ2D1KnEH-IWLEtPHgrQJqJRUGeDISgR2UvkSVfW6Q-n4wYWlryXCdynfjMDplQk8XqTYOLGFDi0QjjsoJhvV8Z4pltVDMULHPCWKzV-1PvlStXBEg/s1289/IMG_4309.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1289" data-original-width="1125" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvyUc564336awTCT9nL2pqEQ2D1KnEH-IWLEtPHgrQJqJRUGeDISgR2UvkSVfW6Q-n4wYWlryXCdynfjMDplQk8XqTYOLGFDi0QjjsoJhvV8Z4pltVDMULHPCWKzV-1PvlStXBEg/w558-h640/IMG_4309.jpeg" width="558" /></a></div><br /><p>It filled out in length a little more but it was a solid 7.5" cock. </p><p>He had asked me to bring lube and I just had what I had in my car which was a lotion-type substance that had a good portion of petroleum jelly in it. It's thick, but it smears nicely and when it warms up, it is slick. And if by chance he was wearing a rubber, it might compromise such a covering. </p><p>I had already put a gob of it on my asshole while I was waiting for him. I reached into my work pants and put it right on my pucker. </p><p>He had found us a dark(er) area of the warehouse to go. With little time to waste, I just unbuckled my pants and turned toward the painted cinderblock wall and pressed my hands firmly against those. He aimed his cock far too high on my crack, so I reached back and guided him to the entry point. He took over from there. </p><p>The entry was fine, as was the slide up the hole. He moaned. I did too.....though internally. </p><p>And this guy was all about race play. I'm fine with it too, though can't say I'd ever initiate it. He was all about pounding white pussy and his big n-cock. And his big n-load. </p><p>I responded in "kind" and he didn't seem to mind. It actually spurred him on. If it's one thing I've learned in my decades of helping me lighten their sac is how to adapt person to person, scenario to scenario. </p><p>He was methodical about the fuck, never varying tempo or insistency. To me, that was a shame. I like the change up. I like to know what the guy is thinking and feeling by the way he uses his hips and cock - the non-verbals. I wasn't getting any of that here - a read, that is. </p><p>With all his talk about his load and my pussy, I expected something verbal with the orgasm. There'd be none of that. There was a slow down of the pumping and a slight sigh. I actually had to ask him if he was coming - which he confirmed. </p><p>He went soft enough - soon enough - to just slide out of my ass. I pulled my pants, he his. He actually left first and texted me when the coast was clear. </p><p>He's been bugging me ever since for another go-round. I suspect it might happen eventually.</p>BikeGuyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899220825504073965noreply@blogger.com3