Adventures with BikeGuy13 - True Tales of a Sex Addict

Thick

2012-01-27T09:22:00.005-05:00

He was thick - no doubt about it.

One of his screen names said so, but you can't always believe those, can you?

We had met, we had chatted, but we hadn't done the deed. The question came up if we even should - as we were striking up some kind of friendship. I've never been one to have sex with friends (I know, I know). But the guy turned me on and we discussed and concluded one event wouldn't impede on the other.

The plan was for dinner and maybe something more. We started with something more. Dinner came later.

Shortly after being in the house, his normally friendly demeanor was gone. I was pushed to my knees. He told me to "lick it".

I gnawed on his crotch through his jeans. He moaned. I liked that. He undid his belt and popped the first button of his jeans. I liked that. I popped open the rest. He liked that.

That exposed his white Calvins. I gnawed on those, maybe even got them a little damp. I think I got an approval in way of a fucking moan and some dirty words. That's the way I interpreted it. Fuck, that's how I get through my days. My perceived validation.

Eventually, I pulled down the waistband to expose a beautiful cock. Wrapped around the base was a thick red rubber cockring. It made his natural dick that much nicer. I suspect he needs no enhancements. But it was nice nonetheless.

You'd have to ask him, but I believe I was good at my cocksucking. His verbals were all in the affirmative, even in a dirty way. I sucked aggressively. He pumped my face aggressively. No gags were to be had, I accommodated that rod well. I could have done it for hours.

He (yes, I'm providing no name, or even made up name), told me to stand up. With a stern look, he grabbed my jaw forcibly and rhetorically quizzed me: "you like this, don't you?". With almost no time between the next statement, he did in fact state: "you DO like this!".

Naturally, I answered "yes Sir".

I wanted to so badly to kiss him and he knew it, even before I attempted - even without words. Moving my face, his hand still clasping my jaw, he pulled me back and said, "who's in charge here?" My reply, "you are, Sir".

With that the kiss was mine, but on his terms. But I wanted more and with my lips, but not his. Well, not the lips on his face. He made me ask.

It was a beautiful ass. I fucking loved eating it. He might never admit it due to our dynamics, but he loved me eating it. There was no containing the vocals that were happening above me as he was bent over. It's another place I could have spent hours. Maybe one day I will.

But it was time for the main event. He was rock hard and wet.

Clearly, you know I take it up the ass. I've written about it often. I like it. I like to think I do more than talk a good game. I've taken it. I've taken it hard. I've taken big. But each guy is different in their approach. Top and Bottom.

I dare say that most aggressive top men are faux aggressive. If you say 'stop' or 'go easy', chances are they will. That's great in some regards, disappointing in others. Some say bottoms have all the power, I believe that is true only in weak tops. They can be manipulated.

This one was not to be manipulated or coaxed into doing it other than his way.

He knew one thing about me from this day - other than reading my blog - and that was I had already been fucked earlier in the day, and even still had the load in me, though it had been planted hours before. This was not to be a fresh load/lube fuck. That mattered not to him.

Bent over a chair, he lined up and pushed in. As the title and first line of this post states, he was thick!

I like thick, but this was not an easing in of thick. It was a manly shove. That's ok, I can do it, I thought. But he did pull out, but trust me, not because of me. Though I did go grab the poppers. Then it was back to being bent over.

One shove. One. FUCK it smarted! No way around that.

He pulled back when I groaned (possibly came off as slightly complained?) how thick he was, but he was unrepentive. That's how it should be - so deep down I was fine with it. He told me to breathe and I knew that, but fuck the impact hit every sensory nerve, and yes, I forget to breathe through those situations.

I did get a hold of myself and let him all the way back in. He kept telling me I could take it, since I already got fucked that day and still had a load up my ass. He kept plugging away, and told me that I would have to get used to his dick, not just for this time, but for other fucks coming my way from him.

We settled into a nice rhythm, and his cock always made me feel full. The earlier dick I had taken was about the same length but much much thinner. It was a nice full feeling, but still, he was stretching the hole - and he knew it. Hell, he loved making sure I knew it too.

He asked me to pass him the poppers and I suspected those would help him finish the job.

As he pumped more and continually deep, he told me to tighten up my hole. I did - he responded to it. The pumping, the poppers, the grip put him at the edge. Over the edge, eventually.

He made me ask for it. He made me tell him what I wanted, and what he wanted to hear. "I fucking want your load up my ass", I said. There were possibly other adjectives up there, but one can't always remember in the heat of sex. You get the gist of it.

He exploded up my ass. It was a nice big load too - or certainly felt like it. When he withdrew, even a little blop of cum hit the floor. I liked that.

After, we did go out to dinner and things were good - except for his mocking me saying "it's tooooo thick".

He did it to get a rise out of me, and to pat himself on the back.

Bred by a Bear

2012-01-07T15:26:00.000-05:00

6'2", 210, bald. Save him being almost 30 lbs heavier, he rivaled me when it came to stats. Well, his cock was about one inch shorter, but other than that......... Oh, and he was about 10 years younger than me. But that's it.

We chatted via Manhunt - he lived all of 4 miles from me. We never connected. And then we did. The MH chat was vague at first - and then he was quite clear: "I want to breed you" Well, you can't fight a tidal wave.

Confusion on where we were doing this was high. He kept telling me abouts where he lived. When pressed it was: "Oh, I can't host". Well, then why the fuck do I care where you live? But by this point, I was in heat and invited him over. He arrived in 10 minutes.

Whiter than his pics made him look, as I had assumed he was of mixed race, I guess it was just lighting. He wanted to kiss, which normally I can take or leave. He was an ok kisser, but nothing to write home about, just blog about, I guess.

I did drop to my knees to show him my oral skills. He seemed impressed, but that's not why he came over - on either of our parts, so that demonstration lasted only a few minutes. He showed me his skills do, which I was not expecting. Oral talents were highly rated, for as much as I even bother getting that done. Again, I had no desire to get off that way....if at all.

I had put out lube, and while he saw it, he looked down at his cock and drooled a nice wad of spit onto it. Nice. With me on my back, he then positioned the head of his cock in my crack. After a few attempts and insertion, I guided his dick about a half an inch south to where it found the opening. He pushed in. I accepted it.

No time for adjustment, he just plunged. I was ok. His 7" fit nicely. And that man could plunge. Over and over. Hitting sides of my inner walls that made me feel each push. While he asked if felt alright, it is not like he stopped doing what he was doing to really care about my pleasure. Yes, there is a certain mental satisfaction in that - for both of us. I get that mindset does not work for all of us. It does for me. It seemed to for him.

After 15 minutes, he couldn't seem to keep erect. He wanted to wash up a little and I took him to the bathroom. There I got a better idea.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, then invited him to join. He did.

I was wicked erect still, painfully so. He played with my nipples and I had to tell him to stop. I was afraid of shooting. I was afraid to tell him that, thinking he'd play with them to get me to shoot.

I turned around, ass towards him but he didn't think he could fuck again. Didn't think he'd get hard again. Hard enough, anyways.

With soap in my hand, I got a good lather up and worked his dick. I soaped my ass too and his fingers found it. With the my hand, and his playing with my nipples and ass, we were good to go again in a few minutes.

He turned me toward the far wall and told me to bend over. In his soapy cock went up my ass. He POUNDED for another good five minutes as hot water poured over his body. I got some sprinkles of water, and the open air was cool on my skin. He gave it like man, I took it like one.

He asked those words I've heard so often, "do you want my load?".

What I wanted to say was, "duh!", as he told me he wanted to breed me, which got him the fucking invite in the first place. And he didn't ask in a way which was rhetorical and hot at the same time - and I think you know how I mean. He phrased it like it was all new to him and was asking if I wanted more potatoes with my meal.

Of course, I answered in the affirmative - in almost a pleading way, "yes! yes, I want it all".

His groans echoed off the tile walls. His cum hit my inner ones. A five day load.

We stood in the water has he rinsed off. He asked if I was going to cum. I considered it, but opted to let my now abused, painful dick, stay that way and go limp. It wasn't time to cum. I was there to take it, not shoot it.

Son

2012-01-04T11:53:00.002-05:00

Fuck - he's young enough to be my son.

Granted, I would have been a father senior year of high school for him to be my son, but it might have been the biggest age difference - older to younger - that I have ever done. Sure, I was happy being the 'son' to many older men when I was 15 years younger than this kid.

Kid is a strong word. He's 30. He looks younger. Much younger. Nary a hair on him that isn't atop his head or at his bush. Not necessarily my style at all. And he's cute as hell.

The Kid (never got a name), contacted me on Manhunt. 6'1", maybe 160 and 8". His messaged had been on and off ,back and forth for months. Him to me. I'd never pursue him for a number of reasons - for the most part I do like older than that, I do like men with hair, but then again, there was something about his cuteness. A slight cockiness in his face. That appeals to me.

I am past my partying days and I know that hooking up with young can cause a conflict in these regards. So, we had texted back and forth for a few days and at 10:30a one day he was just getting up. I'd been up for hours at this point, but opted to swing by his place.

The Kid was not quite out of bed when I showed up but prepped enough to have a bottle of poppers at his bedside (probably from the night before) and both a TV and laptop playing porn. A nice touch, but unnecessary.

He dropped his shorts and I felt his hardening boner. It grew quickly, and to its full advertised inches. Oddly enough it is not what I went after first.

The boy had such a nice, albeit, hairless body, I just felt his chest and abs and then around to his globes. I started from the back with my tongue. I bent him over the bed and at his unshowered ass. I dove in between his cheeks and ate that crack and hole of his. He responded in kind - or in the manner to which I expected for an ass eating.

He took it well, but we both knew that wasn't what I was at his place for. He really wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't prepared for it and I don't think he was either - not that just waking up is a detriment to sticking a cock up a guy's ass.

had him turn over on his bed, sitting on the edge and lowered my head to his erection. The sinking of my mouth down his shaft to his bush elicited a nice long moan. The boy was a moaner. I like moaners. It lets me know I'm doing something correct - at least for that one person. Each feeder is different and has their own likes.

At one point, he scooted himself back onto the bed and propped himself with pillows. I got between his legs and took his rod all the way down my throat. All 8". I worked that dick for a good more 10 minutes before he couldn't hold back.

I would have loved to suck longer, but truth be told, I had a deadline and things to do. I was already going out of my way to be there in the first place. I went for it.

With vigor, I went for it. The dick. His load. I got both.

Telling a buddy later, he asked what the load was like. It was plentiful, the way a 30 year old can shoot, but it was thin and lacked taste. I like a thicker more tasty load, but really that's not what it's about for a guy who sinks to his knees - is it? It's a plus, but that's not the main objective. It's not mine anyways.

He showed me to the door and realized he was up way too late, as the trash had already been picked up.....and one piece getting in my car and leaving.

Scruff / Recon BJ

2011-11-25T11:53:00.000-05:00

A while back I got a 90 day free access to Recon. It's not a bad site, but like other, it's a lot of looking and not a lot of doing. But there I noticed a man not far from me. Mind you, it was one in the morning, but I was clearly awake. And yes I was ready.

I had also seen this man on Scruff, but his profile on Recon was a bit more descriptive of being 100% "active". I put 80% passive in my profile - and I think I lowered that percentage to keep some guys interested that they'd get that 20%, but really that wasn't likely.

But in theory the guy had it, even though this first night we was all talk - clearly not intending to meet up.

The man was older - 57 - but in decent shape. He was considerably shorter that myself, and that is probably my biggest "complaint". No biggie.

Dick was nice (6.5 - 7") and uncut. I don't see, suck or fuck, a lot of uncut pricks. Even hard he had skin. But in some ways I like them. The heads underneath that skin always seem larger, shinier, smoother. It is a nice change up from the everyday cut folks.

When we did get together, he came from work - dressed to the nines. Beautiful Suit. Cuffs. French collar. Impeccably shined shoes.

We chatted for a minute, but with all the texting between Scruff and Recon, we both knew what I was there for. His cock. My mouth.

At first the blowjob was on my terms. I took it out. I worshiped the hardening flesh. I licked it, of course. Sucked too. But it was how I did it that made the difference. I put my energy into listening to his body, his sighs, his noises. I figure out what he responds to, as a feeder. This guy liked it all.

At some point he took more control, but I'll be honest, for someone who claims to be "100% active" and from the discussions we had, he really was not in charge. I was. I can deal with that and let him think he is, but even he knew he wasn't. He was in front of me to be serviced and maybe that was his control.

I could deep throat that shaft. I'd get my tongue under that foreskin and taste that wetness trapped there. I'd tickle his nuts with the same tongue. I'd chew on the dick. I stimulated all of the sense - or at least tried.

He braced himself against the wall with his hand. I thought he'd do it to fuck my face, but it was really just to steady himself against a really really good blowjob - if I say so myself.

This went on for about 30 minutes before I took him to and over the edge. He had told me he shot thick heavy loads of cum. In this he did not fib. Copious amounts of sperm came from his dick in ropes that coated the inside of my mouth - me missing not one drop. Even after he pulled out and squeezed his shaft, more came from that than most guys pop off during the act. No worries. I got all that too.

A few days later I got a text from him, wanting to do another go-round at some point. He wasn't pushing and somewhat non-committal, and that was ok. He was fun. But I made an comment to him saying hope he liked it. His response was a pretty nice endorsement of me. So if any of you need references......

Beyond a shadow of a doubt that was the best blow job I've ever received, period. I thought I was going to pass out. One of my most intense orgasms come to think of it. You are a master at it.

A highly educated man approaching 60 who advertises himself as 100% active, you have to figure he's had his share of oral experiences over the decades. I'm taking this as high praise.

His Dead Sister's Apartment

2011-11-17T08:20:00.002-05:00

How's that for a fucking blog title? Got your attention, I bet!

He was on-line at Scruff and I was about to send him a message when I saw I already had a few weeks before. But got no response.

He was hot. He was hairy. He was HOT.

What he also was, was a guy I played with a few years back in DC. I clearly didn't realize it when I messaged him weeks before, but all of the sudden I had this trigger of...."hey, wait a sec....".

I messaged him again and reintroduced myself. I also called him by name, since I remembered it. You tend to remember a guy like this. "David".

He was thrilled I remembered and he had not forgotten me. ...and he was three miles away, not 300.

As it turns out David was staying at his mother's house while helping out for a long weekend. He was there to clean out his sister's apartment after her untimely death. I assumed the time for sex was not this weekend. I did offer to meet him for a beer. He said he'd think about it.

The next morning he texted me and asked how the day was. I was just starting work, he was just getting going himself. It was miserable cold and pouring rain. He said he needed to be distracted. I don't think he was talking about having a beer. I took the bait. 10 minutes later I was in my car. 10 minutes after that, I was at the apartment.

His recently deceased sister's apartment.

As cold and miserable as it was outside, it was just as cold in, as I'm assuming the super had turned off the heat. No one was living there, only someone stopping by to clear out the stuff.

Immediately we kissed. Last time we did too. David is an incredibly handsome man and obviously has a good body to boot. He is fun to make out with. ...and to play with.

There was some sucking - me on him. He played with my nips and you all know what that does to me. In short order, I was soon kneeling on his sister's bed and he was slipping he his salami.

It felt fucking great: his cock, his hairy chest on my back. But he couldn't sustain the hard-on and I can't really blame him. Besides being freezing in the apartment, he was fucking me on his dead sister's bed!!!! That has to be a bit weird, no?

And there was timing issues. I know he was watching the clock as his sister's boss was showing up to collect her laptop and work items and then someone was coming to pick up the furniture, as they had purchased it.

Not only was I getting fucked on the bed of deceased woman, but breaking it in for a new owner. I have zero shame.

So that didn't work, but that's ok. He wanted to suck me and that was ok. David has a great mouth and I wanted to make him feel better about what he was doing there, even though getting sucked was not on my agenda. And I did provide him with a big warm load too.

In a way, I thought that might be the end of it. But he was hoping I would do down on him. Of course I would.

Truth be told, like many men, after I cum, I can sort of lose interest in sex. Getting off can be a very selfish act even when it is not intended to be. We are a slave to our bodies and minds though. That is just how mine typically works. You know I give my body to a few - as you've read, but when my dick spurts, I can't always help what happens next.

David was in luck, I went to my knees and took that beautiful cut cock into my mouth. It still had some of my ass taste on it, but that was ok. I got that cleaned off in a minute and went to work.

While still watching the clock, I know he was having trouble concentrating and getting erect - or staying erect. I am 90% it was not me.

After about 10 minutes of sucking he just FLOODED my mouth. Just a ton of cream. There was no warning. There was no sound. I gladly swallowed it all, knowing I had helped out a man in need.

I pulled off, smiled and stood up to kiss him. He looked confused.

He says to me, "if you give me a minute, I'm sure I can cum for you". I had to tell him he just did - and the amount he gave. He looked surprised. He had not even realized he had ejaculated.

So he says, "if you give me a minute, I guess I can cum for you again". And he did. A load as big as the first, if not bigger. Talk about a surprise.

We parted knowing he would have visitors arriving in the next 5-10 minutes and that I had to get back to work. Totally worth delaying the start of my day.

Piss and Vinegar

2011-11-14T06:13:00.001-05:00

It was a new scene for me. Well some of it.

I was out of town and looking around some of the adult social media "dating" sites. Lots of promise. Lots of close by folks. Lots of flakes. Same old - same old.

One guy was close by, but he was pretty much all bottom - sub even. 41, 6'3", 215 lbs.

I never know why I change gears once a year, but I was in the mood to get off. He was convenient. Twice. Twice in two days, that is. And now and again, I like to flex my proverbial muscle of if I can top. The results are very mixed.

I'll give the guy this, he had a great mouth. Smooth, warm, and it could hit every inch of me without every finding any of this tooth enamel. That has been hard to find with most cocksuckers.

He showed and I was in the zone. My cock was rock hard. I made him chew on it through my boxer briefs. He wetted those down and made me harder.

Once out, he showed me he had years of experience. Lots and lots - something like me. For reasons unknown his sub abilities kept me hard, at least for a while.

The guy was good with his mouth. I had him lick my balls and it just sent me over the edge - in my mind, not from my shaft. I didn't cum then.

I spread my legs and with body language prompted him to go lower. He did - with gusto. The guy was an expert ass eater. Since I had been traveling for a day, I knew I wasn't out of the shower fresh, and he didn't mind, which gave him additional credit in my book.

But the longer this all went on, the harder it was for me to maintain my top-ness (i.e. my erection). Had I been the one sucking, licking and eating, I'd have had a boner for days. This just showed my limitations for being a top.

I did finish myself off by hand while he fingered my hole. I dumped my load in his mouth. He swallowed. He kept holding my soft cock in his mouth and just wouldn't take it out. Eventually I made him get off it. Then he left. ...but it did get my thinking.

The next night he messaged me again, wanting more. I had no other prospects and I was just coming back from a dinner and was pretty well lit.

I was still professionally dressed when he got there, and in my top mood.

He came over and I let him unzip me. He sucked me, he took off my footwear and socks. He put my cock in his mouth again and I just told him not to move. He did and didn't obey my command. He did not go up and down on my cock, but he would contract his mouth/throat that would upset the order of that I intended.

With so much booze and water in me, I had to go and my theory was from the night before, he held his mouth on me waiting for some piss. He didn't get it that night, but he would this one.

It took me a bit to work up to the flow, but I did and I thought I controlled it quite nicely. This guy wasn't stupid, and while I said nothing about pissing in his mouth, the telling him to hold still and the wait had to inform him exactly what was to happen.

However, as much as I controlled the flow, he had trouble keeping up. Gagging. Coughing. Annoying. After multiple attempts and mouthfuls for him, I just pushed him off my dick and let the rest of my bladder empty into the hotel toilet. Still the ability to just piss in his mouth was a hot concept for me. The feel of that urine just flowing from my cock into him was hot.

He kept apologizing over and over for failing. I didn't let him off the hook or accept his apology. A real top wouldn't, right?

He went back to sucking, licking and then I rolled over for him eating my ass. Here's a little clip of that.

I will fully admit to somewhat dozing off for a few minutes as this guy ate my ass for 45 minutes at least. Hey, I was hammered! This tongue up my hole was a great feeling, and he never was getting tired and digging in while I just fucking relaxed. I'm not sure he was any the wiser that I had a few minute siesta.

But once again, I had to bring myself off by hand into his mouth. Not the ideal.

The next day, via the social media, he apologized for his not being able to take my piss. I wasn't too worried. I wasn't going to see him again, even though he did request a third meet-up. I didn't care about disappointing him, I just didn't want to disappoint myself.

In My Tribe

2011-11-04T07:58:00.001-05:00

So chalk up another visitor that it has been years between sightings.

I know "Jeff" from acquaintances, he's also been at my gym now and again and I've seen him at shul. For all those instances, we don't really know each other as we run in separate groups. He's also married with kids in college or late in high school. I had sucked him once - years ago. We jacked off once too in the locker room of my gym, but we never touched each other there - just mutual admiration jacking.

Out of the blue, I get an email from him asking if I was free, as he was near the neighborhood. As I am always happy to see Jeff, the timing worked out that I was not busy. He stopped by 10 minutes later.

Looking good as always, Jeff is about 6', 180, greying hair and a very handsome face. As I had not seen him in two years (and more), he'd added a few pounds but nothing major, just a little noticeable. We went inside.

There was a little chit chat about some mutual people from Temple and such, but overall it was down to business. His business in my mouth.

Not that being married really has a thing to do with it, but Jeff doesn't really suck dick. He doesn't mind looking at it or even touching it, stroking it, but he is a feeder. That's fine, because I am an eater. And he has a decent always rock hard 7" on him. Cut, of course. And clearly a nice helmet head.

He sat down and undid his tie. I took care of unbuttoning his shirt. I played with the nipples on his clipped chest. He appreciated the work with my fingers and my mouth. He liked it a lot.

Then I went and undid his belt, his claps and zipper. For a minute I gnawed a little on his grey briefs which was holding back his hard seven inches. The fabric wasn't winning. A few more sessions like this and that poor cotton would be in tatters - from my teeth or the strain of being stretched to kingdom cum.

I did then unleash the beast. Ok, 7" might not be a beast, but the man for being 50-ish, has a cock that is like steel and without the need for any performance enhancing drugs. It is a great piece of meat.

Jeff is very vocal. I forgot about that with him. I attempted to video the session, but did not get far. First round, the camera wasn't even facing towards us/me. But I did get a little audio of how it started. As we went along, it was much more vocal - on his part. On my part, my mouth was full.

I sucked. I licked. I nibbled. I chewed. I gnawed. I deep throated. I took his face fucking. I edged. Oh, how I edged.

I think I could have gotten Jeff off in five minutes, but I had no desire for it to go that quickly. So I repeated all the steps in the above sentence another three or four times.

But eventually the launch code had been activated and there was no way of shutting it down. He said, "I can't stop........I can't" - almost an announcement, almost apologetic. Almost. "OH I'M GONNA SHOOT!!!!!!!! as he pumped a fucking huge huge load into me. It just kept volleying out of there like he had not dumped his nut in weeks. Maybe he hadn't.

After I took the mouthful(s) of seed, he pushed me off, "No No No, it's too sensitive." But after he took a few gasps of air, and I made sure the load was securely down my throat and into my belly, I did go up and take that last pearl of semen off his piss slit and savor it like a good cocksucker would.

We've made no plans for another get together, but one day, I'll see him or hear from him. It might be a while, but he's always welcome.

Facial

2011-11-03T07:27:00.012-05:00

I had not seen him in years - sexually, that is.

I had seen him around town, but we had not "played" for quite a bit. I always forget why where are lapses, until I'm with him and it comes back. I'll forget again and it will happen again - but not for a while.

"Owen" is a decent looking guy. Handsome. He's big too. Bigger than me. Maybe 6'4" or 6'5". Not fat, but had put on weight in the last few years. He's bigger down there too - pushing 9" when fully hard.

But Owen also has a penchant for doing it in basements or storage lockers in his apartment building. And while I have certainly done it there and not minded, but when a better space is available, why not take it?

He sent an email out of the blue - I mean, it had been years. "Any chance I can jam my cock down your throat this week?" he wrote. I replied, "How about now?" We met up in 20 minutes.

I truly believe he was disappointed not to use a dark and dingy place for me to get on my knees, but we had better and warmer accommodations. He brought poppers. He brought lube. I wasn't prepped for the lube since that wasn't the tone of the email and the short turn-around time of contact to meeting. And his size. 9" is a lot to take.

We got right down to it. He wanted to kiss, but I did not - and it wasn't just the cold sore on his lip, but that was partially it, if truth be told.

While down on my knees he told me he wanted to objectify me. I wasn't sure what he meant by that. I don't think he knows what he meant by that.

And here's what struck me about Owen this time, which it never has....I'm not sure he's all there. Something doesn't fire or trigger, some capacity in mental ability seems just a bit short. I'm phrasing this as nice as possible because I'm not sure that is it, but he seems a bit off and I think that is the reason for the years in lapse of our get togethers. It is off-putting to me. He's like a gentle giant who doesn't know he'd physically hurt someone and just be happy as a clam if he did because the ability to know that doesn't exist.

He stood while I was on my knees. He sat back in a chair, while I was on my knees. He hovered over me as I was on my back. All times I fed on his cock. And it feels great in my mouth. I hope my mouth feels good on his cock too.

Perhaps it is my ability, or perhaps it is his 9 fat inches, but it was never fully hard. Usually it is, but not this time.

It didn't matter, he took that task into his own hand. I'm not one for helping a guy along with my fist, and would rather finish the job without their intervention, but he didn't consult me and I knew he was on a tighter timeline.

I wasn't expecting a few things: one - that he would get off so quickly after starting to jack his cock which never achieved full hardness even with his manipulation. two - that going by his email about getting a load down my throat, that he wouldn't actually put it in my mouth. three - the amount of that load.

Number three is my fault. He has shot on my face before and it was quite remarkable the volume of semen he produces. And it's thick. Some of the thickest goo I have ever had the pleasure of receiving. But fuck - the volume.

You can see below what he produced. What you don't see is that I had already swallowed about one-third of it that did go in my mouth or that I had licked from my lips.

As soon as he was done shooting, he stood up and went and just gazed out the window, like a child.

Maybe he did know what "objectify" means.

No Bells. No Whistles.

2011-10-26T07:27:00.000-05:00

The next day I got a text asking if I wanted a repeat of yesterday.

Deep down I knew while we might get together, there'd be no true repeat.

The arrival was more unceremonial. There was no kissing, little touching and none of it on the stair case. It was directly to the room where I was told there would be no bells or whistles. Just fucking.

For the record, there wasn't just fucking. I neglected to mention that the day before there was also ass-eating, one of my favorite things to do in the sexual world. And I'm a champ at it. This guy has a great hole to eat and he really is into having a guy go to town on it. Or at least this guy.

Before we got down to fucking on this day, I did ask if I could eat his ass some more. He said, he didn't have time to clean.

When it comes to eating ass, their is squeaking clean, clean, manly and just downright dirty. I rarely will to the last of the list, but the others are ok and I'd rather work my way backwards from Manly to Clean. ...and this is a guy who is never ever going to let himself be part of the downright dirty category. He just isn't.

He was borderline clean/manly. I went at it with gusto. He responded in kind. I like the verbal validation, even if there are no actual formed words. I speak horned up pig as a second language.

This time the pillow in the room was for his head. And a new position for us: him on his back, me sitting on and riding his dick.

Well, not so much riding. I did. But he was active too.

The cock felt incredible as it placed it against my hole and it slid right in. I could tell by his face he enjoyed it too. This fuck took longer than the day before. Two to three times longer. I don't think either of us wanted it to end. I can't really speak for him, but I'd say he had to work a little harder for this climax.

Maybe it was his day. Maybe the position. Maybe that I drained a HUGE load out of him the day before. Maybe all of the above.

Make no mistake, he came and I did get the load. No surprise it was coming, as he talked as it was about to happen. I gave words of encouragement because I wanted to show him I wanted it. In reality, he knew I wanted it. In reality, he didn't care if I did or not, and that I was going to get it.

I did get a shot of his cock up my ass though. Actually, there is video, but I'm not sure I'll post that for a bit.

Playtime. Fucktime.

2011-10-24T07:04:00.000-05:00

Before ascending the stairs, we kissed.

Normally, no big deal - right? But he wasn't the kissing type. Not with me. Especially not with me. And I probably wasn't with him, but it seemed right.

Now I can't say who initiated it, or if it was mutual. Let's go with mutual. We were still at the bottom step.

I felt his chest. I felt his ass. I felt around to find his 7.5" hard and pressing against his tight jeans. So hard was he, that is made the gaps between the buttons that much more noticeable. It didn't hurt that he was commando. It made it easy to touch his hot flesh tube between the buttons. We both liked that.

As he walked up the stairs ahead of me I cupped his ass. I made him stop and I chewed on his ass through his denim. We actually got down on the stairs, never making it to the top, while we played some more. Hands and mouths on different body parts, yet still fully clothed. Erotic in a way I never expected.

We broke away to make it upstairs. Not tons of his clothes came off. He freed his cock for me.

I love the angle. I love the rigidness. I love the veins. It makes for a nice piece of meat to play with in many regards.

First, I went down and licked his boots. He loves it and oddly enough, I get a thrill out of it as well. Tops. Sides. Tip. Soles. There is something about it that it a turn-on. I won't venture to guess what that is, but I'm sure we all have our immediate conclusions.

After that, it was back up north to start taking care of the dick.

I did a nice job on that cock, if I say so myself. I licked the underside. I licked each side, including the top before my lips extended around the head of the penis. He let me take my time of going down on him. Naturally at one point, he pumped my mouth and that was good. The angle made it nice for sliding in and out with little to no resistance.

I love sucking cock.

But I also knew that was not exactly his plan for getting off. There was a pillow in the room, on the floor and I went and laid my head on it. Me on my back. My pants at some point in this process had come off. Honestly, I don't recall if his did or whether his cock just remained out. I'm thinking they came off and he put his boots back on.

This was the first time he fucked me in this position. We had fucked a few times, but never face to face. We had to adjust the angle for the fuck. The first time he went in, I wasn't relaxed enough or something. It was not horrible but was not the best for me.

The second time he entered, something changed. I felt the ecstasy on face and through m body. I think he saw it on my face too. For those who get fucked - and even better, for those who are the tops and don't get fucked - there is a true right feeling to taking it up the ass. One that makes you feel complete and that it is right. THIS was right.

The right fit. The right feel. Then it went into the right kind of pumping. The right noises, words and sounds.

As always, when it's the right feel, things can progress too quickly. He became close and wanted to know if I wanted him to cum already. Part of me did not. Part of me craved what he was about to do......whether it was now or in five or ten minutes. I opted for now. I'm a greedy guy when it comes to semen.

The orgasm seemed long. I love being able to feel the throb and twitch of the cock, knowing what is happening, even if I don't feel the actual cum. I know what is going on. I love that it is going on.

He got himself together and we both knew there'd be another day. I just didn't know it would be the very next day.

"Do You Need to Spit?"

2011-10-09T13:53:00.000-05:00

The guy was 15 minutes late, but somehow I knew from our Grindr conversations that he would show. Intuition, I suppose.

47, 6'2", 185. He didn't say what his cock size was, but going by a few pics he sent, I was guessing in the 8" range. I have seen enough pricks in my life to have a good eye for this estimation.

He was as handome as his picture suggested. He was quiet, but determined. Nice, but controlling.

He had me open his jeans. His tight tight jeans. I could barely get them over his hips. But when I did, a very nice cock popped out.

The guy (no name) held me at arms length. He let me look at it. He let me touch it. He let my tongue touch it, but he didn't really let me put it in my mouth. His hand remained at the top of my forehead - literally keeping me at arm's length. I'm ok with this, oddly enough.

I got to lick his large hairless/shaved balls and eventually he let me onto his shaft, after I liked the underside of it.

I'm guessing it was larger than 8", but not a ton larger

As much as I knew I could take it to his pubes, he never let ne get that far. He'd let me go about two-thirds of the way down before he'd slowly pull out.

He was big on having me open my mouth and move in and out at his speed. At some points I had to do nothing about make an 'o' with my lips. He controlled the rest.

He didn't mind the pictures. He encouraged them and even used my phone to take some, so that was nice. They didn't come out great, but he didn't know what I was looking for.

The guy took a turn at fucking my face, controlled and not as deep as I wanted, but hey, this was about him and what made him feel good.....what got him off.

He mentioned at some point that he doesn't get off by blowjobs. Huh? He came over for head - why the wait to tell me now?

When pushed, he said he got off by jacking or fucking. I suggested fucking - as to be on the safe side, I prepped on the off-chance I'd have that opportunity. But he declined and put me back on my knees.

More sucking. Little noise other than the spit on flesh and friction noises that come with cocksucking. You know the deal. You've heard it.

And then, out of nowhere, he starts shooting in my mouth. Gobs and gobs of seed.

There was no fucking. There was no jacking off. Am I that good or was he just fibbing?

The load was a little bitter, but I'm there to do a service. I took it, that big load that was filling my mouth and hitting my tongue.

As I was pulling off and he was pulling out, he said, "Do you need to spit? You can go spit that out now."

I gulped, visibly, more for effect and told him I didn't need to. He smiled.

He immediately pulled on his tight briefs, his tight jeans and was out the door.

Ignored

2011-09-27T07:02:00.004-05:00

He entered the booth across from mine - no doors on either. He knew I was there.

I would venture to say he was 40, dark hair, but thinning. He had a beard and additional scruff on his neck from where he'd normally shave, but clearly did not get around to it. He wore jeans and a football jersey and sported a wedding ring. Not a bad body, but one that probably had seen better days and with a little effort could have been quite nice.

He never looked over, but pulled out his dick. He had to know I was watching or had the potential to see it. It was thinner, but not too skinny. It was 7", maybe another half inch. There was a nice head on it.

He was watching straight, all-female bondage and light S&M type porn. I like straight porn, but mostly for the straight men's dicks. His choice held no appeal to me. But I wasn't there for the porn.

He sat down on the bench so now I could only see from his calves down to his feet. I got out of my booth and walked over and peeked in. His eyes never left the screen.

I stepped into the booth a little. His eyes never left the screen. But on the other hand, I never got a shake of the head telling me he wasn't interested. I touched his rock hard cock - which he removed his hand for mine.

To me, that was as good as a 'yes'.

I went to my knees and he watched the movie. I sucked his dick.

If I say so, I was doing a great job sucking his cock. It was stiff, it angled up, and great for how I was positioned to take it all the way into my throat. At this point, I was expecting now acknowledgement of what I was doing or my skills, be they good or bad. To him, I wasn't even there.

This did not deter me. I wasn't looking for acknowledgement at this point. I was looking for his load to shoot into my mouth, which, let's face it - is a certain kind of validity for being there and doing a decent enough of a job. I didn't need his verbal cues, as much as I might have liked them.

Most guys in these booths have a sort of ADD. They never keep it on a porn "channel" for more than 5 seconds. This guy never deviated from his girl on girl with cage and whip action.

I blew the guy for a good 15 minutes, maybe longer. He wasn't giving up the load that easily - and I'm ok with that. I suck cock. I like to suck cock.

And because I am so adept at it, I do different things with my mouth, tongue, lips and throat to get a reaction. One of, or a combination of, those things I can usually find something that different men respond to. Even the silent ones.

The combo to get his reaction was my mouth going down on him as my tongue danced along the bottom side of his shaft. I heard a very very weak "yeah" pass through his lips.

It could have been what he was seeing on the screen that got him to react, until I did it again. I got the same "yeah".

But being a good cocksucker, I also know not to repeat that over and over and over where it wears out its welcome. You change it up a bit and come back to the thing that gets them going. The anticipation they seek. The things that revs them.

In that distraction, I found another hot spot - the head of his cock....or right at the corona. I got a stronger "yeah" there.

Getting this man off now would be simple. Two hot spots and the alternating in some fashion would make him squirt. This I knew. I wasn't sure if he was ready, but I was.

The deep throating, the shaft tickling and the head work had a few more "yeah"s out of his mouth. He wasn't verbose, but he made that monosyllabic escape that past this lips count. From all I could tell, he never looked down.

The already rigid, already angled cock, go stiffer and started pulled back towards his body. Yeah, he was on the verge. One more "yeah" from him, but longer - "yeahhhhhh" - and the guy started pelting my tonsils with his cum.

It was a big load. Nice tasting. I stayed on it and milked every drop out with my mouth and hand.

I was still on my knees when he stood and put his cock away. Without another word, and certainly not a look, he moved past me and out the door.

Business Casual

2011-09-26T08:46:00.000-05:00

It can be fun to see the differences between a man when he turns to sex.

I think it is safe to assume, while co-workers know I'm gay, they don't know the things I do, let alone to the depths I go to do them.

There is fun in seeing this in others, however. Add to it when they are an uptight business man who seemingly has no sense of humor or much personality other than his work persona. Take it one step further when you've done business with this individual twice and he has seemingly no recollection of you. Granted, it was six years ago.

So there I was in an adult bookstore, their video arcade, amongst the half dozen or so guys I had not desire to have sex with when he walked through. Tall. Lean. Well put together - as you might expect, even in a sleazier setting a good hour away from his home base (and mine).

I go there because it is one of the closer places I know I can get dick. I would venture to guess he goes that far because no one would, or should, recognize him. I'm venturing to guess no one did - except me.

I am really not bragging, but I figured I had a shot with him because I wasn't ugly which was on the menu that day in this place. I have said it before and will again, but I hate being the best looking guy in a bookstore. You attract all the trolls and it keeps me from the task at hand. This does not mean that I think I'm good looking, but I know I'm not as heinous as some others walking those halls.

So Mr. C took a booth and I ended up entering the opposite one. Immediately others came to look in both thinking, hoping, praying. All were denied. I wasn't sure I would be given the green light as he looked over, but not interested. I remember that as his business face.

But he did pull out his dick. It looked ok, but nothing extraordinary. I stepped over and he did not stop my entry. In fact, he had prepared it. There is one fold-up chair in each booth, he took the liberty of folding it up - making sure I would not sit to take his cock, but to go to my knees for it.

Well played.

He did indeed have me get on my knees. That is always fine with me. He didn't stop me from leaning forward to put his penis into my mouth. Actually, he quite enjoyed that I did. So did I.

His seemingly average cock turned out to be anything but. That flesh tube grew to a solid 8.5" and very very thick at it's base. I would have been impressed if anyone had this dick, but as a business guy, he kind of presented himself as proficient in the sales arena and had nothing else going on for him. Clearly I was wrong at reading this guy.

And the confines of that 3'x3' booth was like a fucking transformation chamber. Mr. Uptight let loose, at least a little. Probably a lot for him, but a little for most of my readers.

He encouraged me to suck his cock. That he said the word 'cock' seemed out of place of such a professional man, but he did and with authority.

The dick was beautiful and I loved sucking it. Clearly, he was ok with how I was performing as well. He'd look down and me and encourage me to blow him. Or he'd tilt his head back with his eyes closed, taking in the sensation of my mouth.

Why I don't like to use my hand when blowing a guy, Mr. C asked me to do it. He knows what feels good for him and what gets him off, so who am I to argue? What I didn't want to happen was for that to end it sooner than later. This was a cock I wanted to be on for a long time.

It turns out the suck/jack routine didn't spur an early ending at all. It enhanced his pleasure and I'd still deep throat him and stroke on my uptake. And it turns out he like a finger in his ass. Probably more, but this was just going to be a finger.

I noticed he loved playing with my chest and nipples, until I encouraged him to do it, then he stopped. I'm sure it was some sort of power dynamic, but he stopped and I was a little disappointed since I get off on that.

But I know he wanted to finish it eventually too. I took as much time as I could and really worked that cock. Mostly with my mouth, but with my hand on occasion. Both stimuli he responded to, so I did they hybrid.

He muttered he had a big load.

It turns out, it was an ok sized load, but not big. Granted, I might not be the guy you want judging that, but in his eyes it was a big load. It was thick. It was heavy. It tasted good.

I squeezed it all out with my mouth and onto my tongue, even the last few drops. And in a heartbeat he was buttoned up, in every way - clothes and attitude. He went back to being Mr. Stuffy and walked out the door.

Totally worth it.

Rough and Tender

2011-09-19T08:27:00.004-05:00

He texted me that he wanted my mouth.

I always want his dick, but I was two hours away in another town. Headed back, for sure, but not still two hours away - at least. He said he'd wait.

The drive seemed longer than two hours.

I texted where I was. He left the front door ajar the way he always does. I knew to find him upstairs in his dark bedroom on his black leather sheeted bed.

His eyes were closed as if he were sleeping. We both knew he was not, but if that is his thing, so be it. I stripped down and went between his legs.

His cock was soft, but always has a thickness about it. It went in my mouth - just as he wanted. And it grew, just like we both expected it would.

I did a great job with it. I always do. I always have. Off and on for 15 years I have sucked this man's dick. A few times he has put it other places, but that has been a long long time. I'd be ok with it, but he likes my mouth most of all.

And why not? It's a good mouth. It's a great mouth.

His hands went to the back of my head and he applied pressure. A lot of pressure, mostly using his thumbs. So much pressure it went beyond playful playing to downright pain. Pain that, it turns out, I would feel for 3-4 days. I tried not to struggle, as I knew he'd enjoy that, but I knew he wasn't going to let up that easily either. Finally I had to tell him to stop. I went back to sucking his cock.

I got him worked up way too much and way too soon. Or maybe what he had been doing to me go him worked up. He told me to keep on his cock and he was getting ready to blow his load. No deal.

I had been thinking about doing this for 2+ hours, I wasn't having it over in 10 minutes. Tops. Much to his displeasure, I pulled off.

I scooted up beside him and let his prick cool off a bit. I played with his nipples, he with mine. I stroked his nuts. He leaned over me and kissed me hard.....almost passionate. He kept that up.

He told me things out of the blue. Things out of line for as long as we've known each other. Sure, 15 years, but only about 5 hours together and most of that with my mouth full. Nice stuff he said, but yet it made me uncomfortable. We've had almost no conversation to get to "know" each other and some expression was a little uncomfortable.

The words were a harsh juxtaposition next to the painful thumbs in my head and neck.

I told him to fuck my face.

He straddled my chest and fed me his dick. He braced himself against a headboard or wall and proceeded to pump my mouth with his now growing cock. I knew him. It wouldn't be long.

This guy, whom I have mentioned here and there before, flooded my mouth. He always has the biggest loads. I always take every drop. This day was no exception.

I milked his cock with my mouth, then my hand to make sure there was nothing left.

His kind words were gone. He'd shot his load.

"Get out".

I did.

Not Really a Sex Post

2011-09-10T08:28:00.000-05:00

A number of people, over the years, have said I should take my stories and make them more into book form.

It's nice idea, but I would imagine the audience would be somewhat limited. Then there is that whole messy book tour I'd have to do. I think it is enough to want to be in movies.

I know there are others of my nature out there in book form. I wouldn't be the first. I wouldn't be the last. But fuck if someone didn't do it in fiction form - which probably isn't the first either.

And it looks horrid.

Some douche named Scott Alexander Hess is releasing a book called Diary of a Sex Addict. Ugh. Been there.

And the excerpt they give, if it is any indication on how the rest of the book goes, isn't all that good. First, it's fiction. Strike One. Secondly, it doesn't even seem like good fiction.

You can read here, if you opt to. But I'd rather you just read blogs like mine for the real stories.

Married Man

2011-09-09T07:55:00.000-05:00

Yes, I know he's married. That's his issue.

Yes, I know he works at a religious school. Again, his issue to deal with.

What I also know is that he wants me to be his cocksucker. But he probably says that to anyone who put his throat around his 7 inches. And it's a nice 7" dick.

I am there to provide service.

He does like my mouth though. He has tried it four times now. Each time, at least for me, has been better than the last. He's feeling comfortable with me I am thinking and letting some of those inhibitions go.

The man has become more verbal. Very verbal. Goodhearted, but still 'cocksucker' and 'faggot' roll off his tongue with ease now. That works for me - as you might imagine. Part of me thinks he's saying it more about himself with disdain than he is about me......and he's projecting.

Yeah, I took Psych 101, why do you ask?

I really don't analyze these guys.

"Tom" has a nice fattish 7" dick. It starts off so-so sized but grows nicely and quick. It doesn't take much to get him going. This is a good thing as he is always on his way to work and coming from home. Time is limited.

He talks a lot during sex....or he does now. I like this. He asks questions that are not meant to be answered. You know the ones: "does that dick feel good in your cocksucking mouth?" "you like that, don't you?" and that entire playlist. But he does it with conviction so it's good. It doesn't seem trite.

While I can't show you, the last time we were together, he grabbed my phone and took some video. I mean, he took pics too, which you see an edited one here, but the video shows too much of me. I have to keep mystery and intrigue with you all.

Most guys can't operate the pic or video process and fingers get in the way and forget a clean shot of them turning it off. It's not rocket science.

But Tom didn't turn off the camera and just put the phone down. While you only see black, there is audio. Actually, there was 10 minutes of audio as the camera/phone sat there and recorded. I edited it down to 90 seconds or so. The end. The most important part.

Yes, it will play like a video, but you won't see anything but black. You will want to turn up the volume to hear shit, but you might not want to do it at work. I suggest earbuds or some kind of headset. Or at least shut your office door.

You'll get the gist of what Tom says and how he shoots.

Anyways, it is something new for this blog. I hope it comes out ok. I hope you like it.

Short. Muscular? Hung.

2011-09-08T07:40:00.006-05:00

He was Indian. Or Mid-Eastern. I couldn't tell. I didn't ask.

It as a CL ad. One that caught my eye - obviously. '3 Day Load' was the title.

Three days? Big deal. I go weeks without getting my nut. But I also know I'm not most guys. I've never been most guys.

But for others, three days is unheard of and I thought I could be of assistance.

He claimed to be short and muscular. I never saw beneath his sweater or shirt, so I cannot attest to the muscular. He was short. 5'6". Maybe 160. Dark complexion, but nationality of unknown origin. Around 40. He was going to be over on my side of town for business and wanted to stop by. It worked for me.

He showed way later than he said, which is annoyance, but a fact of hooking up.

No pretense, no stilted conversation. He opened his pants and said 'this may take a while'. I wasn't sure if that was about getting hard, or getting off, or both. Either way, I doubted that scenario.

I went to my knees. His darker dick hung straight down. Normally not much of an issue. But even as it hardened, it stayed down, making it easier than it should have to slip from between my lips. But it did - and often, for a bit.

He got hard fairly quick, so maybe the blowjob would take longer? Longer than what?

Immediately he gripped my head tight and used force to get me to suck his dick. I get that. Not a Napoleon complex or anything (or maybe!), but probably more a straight-ish man making sure a cocksucker thought of him as all man. I don't know. I didn't care.

I wasn't planning on going anywhere, so if it made him feel better about the grip, so be it.

Just as forcibly, he'd pull me off his dick and push me to his nuts. They smelled good, clean but they were small. That doesn't make them any less sensitive. He liked my tongue there.

Back and forth he/we went. Dick to balls. Balls to dick.

He asked if I'd take 'it'. I asked 'what?'. His load. I assured him that's why I answered the ad. It is what I wanted. I promised to take every drop.

I sucked. I sucked some more. He was harder and harder. He never mentioned being close, but when you've done this as long as I have, you know the signs. Or should.

He pushed me back to his balls, but I was afraid of not getting what he wanted. What I needed. I told him, "put it in my mouth".

He started to shoot, and I pulled off his sac to go to his head, barely making it there in time.

It was a bland but plentiful load. There was a lot of heavy breathing on his part.

I kept his cock in my mouth for a minute or so to savor what was still oozing. When I came off he squeezed the shaft for one more drop and held it there for me - silently - to go back down on and clean off. I did.

A minute later he was zipped up and out the door. As it should be.

the Friendly Skies

2011-09-07T06:20:00.000-05:00

You might think with all the traveling I do that might have had access to a TSA agent, a gate agent, a male flight attendant or the occasional pilot. Nope.

Once on a 5:50a flight to Newark, I was upgraded to first class. No one in my row, either side of the aisle. The male flight attendant took notice of me - a lot. I flirted back with some crotch grabbing (my own) and it had him making multiple trips to pass by me. But that's the furthest it went.

But recently I was on Grindr to see what there is/was to see. Turns out, there was a pilot staying at a nearby hotel. He was there on a lay over needing some amount of rest before he was allowed back in the air. ....and he was "in need".

"Denny" was about 6'0" and 190. Overall he was ok though he carried a little in the gut.

I got to his hotel and knocked on the door.

I was worried the dick wouldn't be what he claimed: 8.5". See?

It was very short and really bulbous. Almost slightly inflated. It wasn't pretty.

I like uncut dick, but this was really put me to the test on what to do with it. So small, it barely fit in my mouth without falling out. It took a while to get it to grow to a decent length let alone to it However, it did grow to the advertised size.

I was on my knees sucking and then he propped himself up in the bed for me to come at him between his legs. That is never the best position for me, but I wasn't there for me. Denny wanted a long, hot, slow blowjob. He doesn't come quick, he claimed.

I suppose quick is all relative.

I was in and out the door in less than 15 minutes. Either he doesn't know what a long blow job is, or I am just that good!

Anyways, it was a decent sized load, with zero flavor. But I swallowed it all, as I am apt to do.

Then I was on my way, and he took of for friendlier skies.

LAX

2011-09-06T06:05:00.000-05:00

Travel sex is clearly where I score the most action. I'm on the road quite a bit and you know, I look for the strange in a strange place. It's what I do.

Depending on the town, the usual hook-up sites are over-saturated or non-existent. Take the west - a town I was in lately had a guy 4 mi away....the next one was 138 mi away. I like cock, but not driving 2+ hours each way for it.

In a town like Los Angeles, there can be pages of people within 2 miles of you and still have little to no prospects, but L.A. is a different kind of town. It's an industry town and many think they are too good for anyone. I normally strike out there.

Normally.

So, I have done my work in L.A. and killing time before my red-eye. I had already done my interview for Service and now was just doing a little driving around when I get a buzz on the phone saying I had a message on Grindr.

It was one of the odder things I had encountered. A guy I hooked up with back last December, close to town was in L.A. on business too - and at his hotel near the airport. This guy and I were 44 miles from each other locally and 7 months later still couldn't get it together for a repeat anything. I kind of had a thing for him.

Yet here he was, asking me to come to his hotel to play. I was ok with that. I had to be at the airport anyways. Then he tells me, there'll be a third person there. Young. 22.

I get to the hotel room and "Brent" opened the door. Still as handsome as all get-out. And naked. He closes the door and goes over to 'the kid' and they start sucking face as I start disrobing.

I walk over and Brent starts kissing me while the kid goes down on him. Eventually the kid goes down on my dick too. Then he's up and kissing me. The kid is a good kisser. He's a good cocksucker too.

We did nice equal times with each other's mouths and cocks. Swapping positions, and it was all working very well. Then there was a knock at the door. Brent told me there was a fourth.

I went back to making out with the kid.

#4 was an ok guy. Hey, he brought poppers. But you could tell just by his look and/or reaction that this was not meant to be.

Yeah, he stripped down and made out with our host, but I didn't expect him to stay the duration. The kid went down on him, but #4 was into the host. So was I, but for 22, the kid was hot. Little body fat, nice big flat nipples, tight abs and at least 8".

I could have easily done 1-on-1 with the kid.

#4 only wanted to make out with the host or go down on him. That was ok for a bit, since I got to spend time working, or being worked on by the 22 year old. His big fat dick slipped so easily down my throat.

But what little I know Brent, I knew he wanted to fuck the kid and truthfully, I wanted to see that. But I wanted both of them to fuck me. #4 I didn't care about and it wouldn't matter anyways. Soon, I looked up to see him putting on his pants - and soon after he was gone. No shock.

Brent went to go fuck the kid and he swiveled his head to see bare dick. He asked for a rubber. Brent complied. You could tell he wanted it bare, but he wanted the kid more.

The kid took the dick with ease and was way into it. He moaned. He asked for more. He begged for more.

Brent paced himself well and would pull out and go down and eat his ass, then go back to fucking him. A few times he took off the rubber, thinking he might go in raw, but each time the kid "caught" him.

Brent did bend me over and slide in skin to skin. The kid watched closely and said nothing of our method. But when Brent went back to him, he suited up.

The kids was on his back and taking it up the ass. I went down and ate his cock. Not the best angle, but it worked. In between my sucking, I praised him for what a good fuck-boy he was and how good he was at taking a grown man's dick up his ass. He muttered something about being fucked since he was 16 by older men. He knew what he was doing.

Brent fucked harder. I went back down. The kid got closer to coming. ...and then he couldn't hold off anymore.

He shot a lot, but not all in my mouth. Brent pulled me off it and some went on the kid's abs. Then the host went down and licked it clean, while he was still buried up the ass. But he was close too and pulled out.

Brent pulled off the rubber and pushed me down on his about to be spurting dick while he kissed the 22 year old.

I took it all.

They both laid me back on the bed and had me stroke off while they watched and made out. No one cleaned me up or licked anything after I ejaculated.

I jumped in the shower, since I still have a few hours until my red-eye and then six hours on that flight. I didn't really think anyone next to me wanted me smelling like jizz.

As I was drying off after my scrub down, I heard the two talking, well....Brent: "no, he's just someone I hook up with. He's nobody".

There's a way to put me into perspective, huh?

I dressed and went to go catch my plane.

The Art of On-Line Hook-Ups

2011-09-05T08:45:00.003-05:00

It is really not an art, sometimes it is mostly luck, but there is some skill involved - and this is not really a sex post, other than I'm going to post a dick pic of some other guy.

For those of us who attempt to make arrangements, I just have to share a little exchange between me and some guy who contacted me. Read that last part again: he. contacted. me.

TC: what's up stud?

me: Hang w friends. Headed to lunch in a bit then. But love a guy w thick cock

TC: love a hot bottom ..

me: Nice!!!! Have to head back to Cleveland later, but.....

TC: hit me up later ..

me: So?

TC: I might be wasting your time .. I'm not really sure I want to hook up .. definitely interested though ..

"Not sure I want to hook up, but definitely interested" ??? Clearly you're not. ...and now you are wasting my time.

Normally I don't care too too much about the ones that got away, but he was of a good age, right height, athletic and he had this going for him.

Isn't this just the kind of thing I am here for?

So with all the right things in place, save a little bit of immediate timing (those guys who say must do this "RIGHT NOW!!!"), things fall apart...assuming they were ever really coming together in the first place and he just didn't want locked pics to be unlocked for whatever purpose.

I should be used to it, but sometimes............

Long Hard Fuck

2011-08-30T07:07:00.005-05:00

He'd been after me for months on Manhunt. But his x-ray effect profile shot of his ass did nothing for me. I ignored him for months.

But now and again, one gets horny enough to respond. Or one is always horny and the pickings are slimmer than usual. I responded. I told him to unlock his pictures. He did - but still no face one. Sorry, but if it is a site where you can hide and open face pics for privacy, you'd better show me.

The face wasn't bad after I told him he had to email one to me. It was a goofy faced pic, but doubtful it was how he carried that mug around all the time. Good thing he didn't.

His profile said 6'2". I'm that tall and this guy was at least 1-2" taller than myself. It also said he was 8.5", but I would guess closer to 9". But congrats to him for not boasting, bragging or lying and saying he was bigger than he was.

The ad also said 'safer only'. Don't they all?

He got an invite over and I'm glad I did.

"Jim" liked to kiss. He thought I was good at it - and I think I am. He was fair at best at the act. No matter, I wasn't there to really make out. And his breath reeked of alcohol. He admitted to "finding a flask of cognac" in his car and drinking it on the way over. It was 11 a.m.!

The idea for the meet up was for some sucking and ass-eating, on my part. He wanted to eat my ass too and who am I to say 'no'? Especially to that.

For being 40, he knew all the right things to do, in theory. In practice, he needed more. Like his kissing, his working of my nipples and eating of my ass were fine, but at that age and with experience, he should be way better than fine. His cocksucking was impressive, but that's not really what I was there for.

I laid on the floor and pulled my legs back so he could go at my hole with his tongue. Even with his rough stubble I wasn't feeling much of anything there. He turned around so I could eat his pucker while he ate mine.

His entrance was nice. Fuckable even - if I did that in any regularity, which clearly I do not. But then he muttered something about sticking me up the ass. Again, who am I to say 'no' to that? I didn't.

There was no discussion about rubbers. 'Safer Only'. HA!

Jim feared he was too big for me and wanted me to sit on him so I could control it. I was ok with that. Since I truly thought he was 9", and with what I saw has no finesse, I figured it would be best for me to handle the situation. In the wrong hands (or ass), that dick could do some damage if he didn't know what he was doing.

With a huff of used up poppers, I lowered myself onto him where the head and a few inches went in. He was concerned about my comfort - which was nice. Then I showed him how I was doing by slowly but steadily sinking down onto this dick. All of it.

I moved (not bounced) up and down on that large shaft. He ended up matching that rhythm and I found something besides cocksucking he was good at. FUCKING.

It was good movement. The head came right to the outer ring and then all the way back up into my gut. It felt good. I felt full without being split in two. He claims to have really liked my hole. And what's not to like? : )

After 15 minutes or so in that position, we moved to where I was on my back. The pop of his dick going in me at that angle hit a few senses - touch and sound. Again, it felt right. He drove in and met the correct amount of resistance. And he fucked like that for another 15 or so.

He mentioned something at that time that it took him a while to cum. No fucking kidding! Others can say what they want, but I've experienced very few men who last longer than 20 minutes, even with breaks. But I did have work to do and so did he.

This last 15 minute session started with me on my knees and ended with me bent over a table. The guy just drilled me, as clearly over the last 40 minutes or so, I had been opened up quite nicely.

With no huge warning, he just planted his dick as deep as it would go and then planted his seed. No dirty words, no major groans. A slight whimper or two and some heavy breathing.

It's what I wanted, even though I didn't set up the session for that. It's clearly what he wanted, or needed.

We both ended the session satisfied and sated.

Filling Two Cavities

2011-08-22T06:41:00.000-05:00

I was prepped, the bareback porn was in the dvd player, I was wearing my black jock as I was asked to do.

He arrived when he said he would. He had on a tight t-shirt and nicely snug jeans and a black pair of cowboy boots. All showed off his assets - a nice chest, a great box and hot feet.

He followed me on the walk from the front door back to where the porn was playing. I stopped and reached behind to feel his crotch. He was hard. I was hard.

He sat on the sofa and pointed at the floor for me to go down and lick his boots. And I made an act of it. I licked the sides, the soles, the heel and then went down on the tips like I was giving them head. He was into it. I was was into it.

I knew he'd be into it. He was stroking his dick while I serviced his feet......his boots. He actually had to put his cock away so he wouldn't get over-excited. I liked that the acts we were doing resonated with both of us.

But he also wanted his ass eaten and you know I love doing that.

He bent over the ottoman and presented me his fucking beautiful butt. I dove in. He responded. I was happy my actions were getting his reaction. I could have kept my tongue deep in there for hours on end, had we had that much time.

It is a nice ass and a tasty one. Since it was so early in the morning and he had just showered he was clean as a whistle but it still tasted good and not at all soapy. His words and sounds of encouragement kept me going.

He stood up, buttoned his jeans so only his cock would be out of his fly. I like that look on all guys, but really on this guy too. His 7.5" goes up at an angle when hard and not straight out. Like his ass, presenting itself to me. I oblige with my mouth. I suck, naturally, but I fear he's close. Too close. That's not what either of us wants.

The bottle of lube is within site, I bend over the ottoman and present my ass, but the position doesn't really work, so up we go. Over to the entertainment center. I bent enough for him to achieve the desired position - in he goes. Skin to skin, like it should be.

His cock feels natural in my ass - in all ways. Like it was meant to be there. I want it there too.

He fucks. He slows down. He fucks. He fucks. He fucks. He slows down. He fucks some more and I know there will be no stopping. Not only by his words, but by his action and the even harder stiffening of his cock.

I love that I can feel his cock throb in my ass. I could take his fucking pulse that way if I had to. I couldn't feel the actual cum per se, but would feel each time he'd throb/pulse/shoot. That is a great thing.

Normally, he likes to pull right out. I like a guy to stay in me for a bit. Maybe he wants to go. Maybe he is too sensitive. I don't know. I don't ask.

He cleans up and leaves.

I go to the dentist to have another cavity filled.

But at the end of the day, he's back. A number of text messages during the day proves him to be horny again. Still horny actually. I'm not sure the fuck did much to cure that.

However I'm working at home, but still working. I leave the door unlocked. He knows to come in.

I am on a conference call. Not one I can just listen in on and be on mute. One I must participate. His shirt is unbuttoned. His pants are down. My pants are down. He lubes up.

No sound from either of us. He goes in me and he fucks.

No sound from either of us - except the occasional sound of his belt creaking. No one but us could hear it. No one would think anything of it if they could.

He fucks. He breathes heavier but says nothing. I know. I feel the pulse. He cleans up. He's gone.

3 Hours of Sex

2011-08-21T09:41:00.000-05:00

Sorry - this happened back in April and I'm just getting around to finishing writing about it.

I arrived at his condo at the appointed time.

51 (and looked a lot younger), 6'4" reddish hair, 6.5", furry said his ManHunt ad. I was about to head back from a work trip and had a few hours of buffer time, who knew that I'd use every minute of it?

I knocked and "Dave" opened the door for me. I was still in my suit and tie, he in jeans a t-shirt. While he was not that much taller than me, I do like men who are. Two more inches means a lot - and not just in cock size.

I knew just looking at him I was in trouble. His looks and demeanor hit something deep within me.

Immediately, in the hallway, we kissed. And he was a good kisser. While normally it's not one of those things I do, as I find kissing more intimate than fucking, it was necessary for him and a good way of establishing some comfort with him. Right away we moved into the bedroom where he shut the door. I found that a little odd since there was no one else there. Perhaps a dog, but I never saw or heard one.

Dave was handsome with nice teeth. He was nice. It turns out he is a dirty bird, but that's ok. I am too. There was touching, groping and the slow undress we did of each other. The way he ripped off my boxer briefs he did with a sneer and sense of determination. I liked it.

The guy was an expert cocksucker, but we both knew that is not what I was there for.

He asked if I was going to tell anyone I had been there, I said 'no'. As we were in his bedroom and he had a ring on, I asked the same of him. I got the same reply.

There was sucking from me. There was a lot of tongue work from me. Somehow the word 'porn' came up......and he slyly said, "I bet you have some of you on your phone". I whipped it out and showed him some of my pics and a few vids that are stored on there that star myself. He was into it.

He took my phone and filmed me sucking his dick and eating his ass. He did the same from his phone. In some ways were were too much alike.

The guy was a good ass eater, but LOVED getting his hole munched on - and you know me, I loved doing it. He was vocal in his appreciation of what I want doing down at this butt and if I had hours to be there, I would have spent hours down there.

The guy worked my nipples like a champ and he had a dirty mouth on him. Not as sailor-ish as possible, but the tone, the words, the immediacy, the authentic nature hit all the right marks.

I wanted him in me. This was all great foreplay, but I wanted him in me.

He mentioned he had never fucked anyone uncovered. In jest I said, "LIAR!". But his response was sincere - and I believed he had not ever participated in bareback sex.

He asked a similar question of me and I said "oh....um.... yeah - me either". It was his turn to call me a liar - and he did. In good humor but I denied or confirmed nothing.

I almost felt bad for still hovering above him, his hard cock in my hand. I almost felt bad lowering myself onto that hard cock. But he never said 'no' or even try to move.

I like to think I provided a new realm of pleasure he had not experienced. That difference in a millimeter for rubber is a world of difference in sensation - I don't care what anyone says.

Maybe it was the situation. Maybe it was because we had edged each other for almost three hours - but things did not last long after that....for him.

He blasted off a four day load while he was laying back on the bed, me sitting on top of him. His head back, his eyes back. Pleasure? Guilt? Both?

I'm guessing 'both', but the pleasure outweighed the guilt.

Even afterwards, he had me on my back making me stroke off for him. This is something I normally do not do, but he earned it in so many ways, how could I deny him?

I shot all over the place. I couldn't help it.

I got changed. I had to get in my car and join a conference call. He had to get on with his life.

I was not 10 miles away before receiving his first post sex text to me. I still get them every now and again.

7 Doors Down

2011-08-12T07:48:00.003-05:00

In all my travels, in all my sex, I have never hooked up with a guy in the same hotel as I was staying.

Even with Grindr and Scruff, I always think it could happen, and guys might be close by, but never in the same hotel.

Imagine my surprise earlier this week. Scruff had a bald, furry, dad-type 156 feet away. Then 9. Then 88. Then 1. I understand there is only a degree of accuracy when it comes to the GPS stuff, but still.......there were no other office buildings or hotels around.

We exchanged non-specific texts. It finally came down to that not only was he in the same hotel, but on the same floor. As you can tell by the title, he was in 819, I was in 826. Our schedules were hard to mesh up, but I was up early one day, as was he.

He was downstairs getting coffee. I told him to knock on the door when he returned. Five minutes later, there was a knock.

The man was 5'10", 180, maybe around 50. Bald and furry as I mentioned. Handsome face.

We chatted. No expectations. He mentioned maybe we could meet after our business obligations, as he had to get ready for work and finish his coffee.

I told him he should just finish his coffee while I went down on him. He made no move for the door.

Probably only 5" in length and not as thick as you'd like - or I'd like - it was nice to have a dick in my mouth. I think he thought the same thing. He liked it.

After a few minutes, he had to put down his cup of coffee so he could grab my head and pump my face. I felt bad he wasn't getting his caffeine fix, but I was about to get what I needed to start my morning.

In a few minutes more, I got a mouthful of daddy cream. A lot of it, but it had almost not taste. None. It was a shame. But on the other hand, I felt I provided an important service to a man who had to conduct training the rest of the day. He could go with a smile.

I stood up, he pulled up his shorts and took a drink of coffee.

He looked down at my hard-on and asked if I was going to take care of that. I told him not to worry about it - and he didn't. His hand reached for the door and he was gone.

Middle of the Night

2011-08-08T11:34:00.000-05:00

The gathering was wrapping up. It was 01:00. The sky was fully of lightening and the rain was only beginning to spit. But it was a good time to finish the evening and make the hours drive home. I wasn't too drunk, but I had more than I should have.

By the time I got on the main road, the rain came down harder. By the time I pulled in to fill up my tank, it was a deluge. No one else at the station, I didn't rush to pull out into a blinding rainstorm. I booted up Grindr.

4.3 miles from me he was, give or take 1.1 miles. You know how that works.

I told him I was sitting in a station and no time for chit-chat. If he wanted it, he had to let me know NOW. He let me know. He gave me his address, I put it into my car GPS and was on my way. Only an 11 minute drive. Sweet.

No problem finding the place and I was at his side door with him waiting to open it.

He was a hot little fuck. 5'8" - little for my standards. Shaved head. Goatee. No shirt, plenty of ink. No body fat.

In a matter of minutes my pants were off, my shirt was off and he was playing with my chest. He was ok at that, but not great. There really is an art to playing with a guy's chest, even when it is hardwired like mine is.

Still, my ass was twitching - partially the booze, the continual horniness, a hot half naked man who want, or needs, to get off.

We made out a bit. He had a hint of tobacco with menthol on his breath. Nothing to make me pull away, as I don't find that appealing at all.

The guy took me back to the bedroom, it remained dark. He had me bend over so he could eat my ass. Like his tit work, it was fine, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was enough to engage me, but not to get me going, let alone enough to get off. ...not that I was looking to get off.

But he wanted to fuck - and I wanted to be fucked.

On my back, at the edge of my bed, he dropped his gym shorts and he sported about 5.5". Thin at that, the head of the dick was unremarkable. Still it was a dick.

He asked if I wanted it raw. I told him, 'you already know that answer'. He really didn't, but I figured I'd let him think he was making the decisions here. I almost told him to 'go easy', but I wasn't there to stroke his ego, not that he needed it.

The guy popped in with little effort. He went right to pounding. I could take it. That lasted all of five minutes before pulling out. This time he had me up on my knees, shoulders down, ass up. Again, he went in with no problem.

This time he only fucked me, hard and deep, for about another 7-8 minutes. But his mouth got a workout.

He told me how good my ass felt. He told me how much he'd like to see other guys fuck me. How he'd like to see his buddies fuck me bare. One after the other. How he knew these guys who would do it. None of these were questions as to if I were interested. I was, but he didn't care.

Without build up or warning, he came. He was in me, but I don't think he meant to shoot as fast as he did. I think he turned himself on with his own fantasy and planning another event. He said it was four days worth of spooge. Nice.

He immediately pulled out - and did not want to remain up there. I like when a guy does, but this guy did not want it. His house, his cock, his rules.

I got up to get dressed and he wanted me to get off. He wasn't getting to his knees for it. He told me only 'faggots do that. I'm not a faggot'.

I said, 'you only fuck them?' , which is something he affirmed. But he wanted me to jack off.

Normally, I wouldn't have. I don't care to. But I can't tell you last time I got off. Three weeks? Four? I know - you are weirded out by that, all guys seem to be when I tell them, but it's true. I don't need to cum that much.

I told him if he wanted me to jack off he'd have to get on his knees. I promised I wouldn't cum on his face (again, he sad that was for fags), but I told him I would cum on his chest, because I guess that's for straight guys.

I blew a load. A huge load, as you might imagine. I just kept shooting and shooting and shooting.

When done, he went into the bathroom. When he returned, I was dressed, keys in hand. He asked if I wanted to clean up. I reached for the door and opened it.

Later, I said. And then I drove home in the pouring rain.

Service (redux)

2011-07-25T08:06:00.004-05:00

Well, I did it.

If you remember back in April, I posted about participating in an interview on guys who like to Service.

This last week, I did it.

It was combined into a work trip I had out west and I met the film maker. He came to my hotel room with all his equipment and we spent about 3.5 hours together.

The process is a lot of sitting around and waiting. Cameras have to be adjusted, so does sound. And he was only a crew of one - not that I cared if he had brought his team.

The entire experience was professional. I was clothed and sitting back on the hotel bed answering questions - some that were pre-set up; some off the cuff that he asked while the camera was rolling.

There was not much direction, as he did not try to craft my responses or anything, just tips on pausing from question to answer. Most of the things we talked about, you've read here in some form or another.

What he'll do with it all is unknown.

It is possible, if I heard him correctly, many were audio taped but refused to do video. I did video. So I might be the stand-out, for better or worse.

There is potential for follow-up sessions, depending on what he actually got on tape and how much is usable.

Time will tell, but I liked the experience.

On the Bed; In the Shower

2011-07-07T06:50:00.001-05:00

I always thought Vegas would be an easier town in which to get laid.

Maybe it is in the timing or location. In theory the Strip would be good, but you know, it's so crowded there, that getting from point A to B is sometimes more hassle than it's worth. This last time I opted not to stay on the Strip, as I was there for work and not normal Vegas fun.

Still, off-Strip was not easy. Not in the evening anyways.

Since my body was working on Eastern time, I was up well before dawn and lying in bed, I just started looking at Scruff and Grindr.....to see what there was to see. I can't say there was much. Some pretty guys. Some muscle guys. Some ugly ass guys. More of the same.

But one guy messaged me. He seemed decent and sane. His pics were nice, his arms were in great shape. He got an invite over - he said it would be 20 minutes.

While he had the address, he said he was knocking on my door and no answer. I heard and saw nothing. The guy went to the wrong hotel. I was afraid he wouldn't show at all but a few minutes later, he was knocking on the right door.

His face was nice, but eerie. I mean that in a way, he looked like a friend of mine from 20 years ago. His arms were nice, but below that he became kind of pear-shaped. Not a great look, but I was in need.

We didn't get much past the door way. He reached for me and unknown to him, reached for my chest and played with my nipples. My reaction was immediate - and he knew he had me.

While all he messaged me was that he needed his 'morning boner taken care of' we never determined how that would be. In my mind, it was now clear.

It is possibly the first time in a long time that there was little to no foreplay. Yeah, he wanted to kiss me, but there was no sucking. I fondled his covered crotch for a bit and he did the same, but I never went down on him. That was unusual for me.

After playing for a bit in the doorway - mostly rubbing and touching, we went over to the bed.

No words. I sat down, he did not. I leaned back, he leaned in. Not to kiss, but to touch.....down there. Below the nuts, below the 'taint.

Once he brushed over the hole, I was done for.

He asked for a condom and some lube. I told him I had neither.

It could have gone either way, but he was a man in need with a willing hairy ass in front of him. He spit into his hand and the decision was made.

The guy popped the head into my butt and waited while I exhaled. Slowly and deliberately, he slid in until he hit bottom. Then the fun began.

My poor hotel neighbors must have heard banging, squeaking, moans and dirty words. Ditto with the housekeeping staff that was making their way down the hall as they began their daily chores.....and they must have though 'crap, another sex mess to clean up'.

This guy (no names ever exchanged) nailed my ass for about 15 minutes. He then says, "you want my load". It wasn't a question. He proceeds to dump his nut with a growl from his chest to his mouth that let anyone know what was happening.

As you would assume, as did I, that would be it. Not so.

He slaps my ass and says, let's hit the shower.

I mean, I needed to, because I had to get to work. Maybe he did too. On the way into the bathroom, he grabs the hotel lotion off the sink and brings it into the shower.

I like the idea of shower sex more than I actually like it. One person gets the water, one person gets the cold. .....and since I'm the bottom, I normally get the cold.

He spins me around to face the far wall and lubes himself up. I'm not quite sure why. At this point, not only have I been opened up, but he did the internal lube job all himself.

Either way, I was good. He was still rock hard and ready to go again. I braced myself against the tile and he pushed himself all the way into my hole.

I would have expected this fuck to have lasted much longer, but it was really half the time before he made the tell-tale signs of impending orgasm. He pushed all the way into me, collapsing on my back as he shot his second load.

He wanted to see me cum, but that wasn't in the cards. I was hard as a rock and late as hell. I had to actually shower, and get dressed, packed and to my client.

.....with two loads of sperm up my ass.

Sex with a Blog Reader

2011-07-06T06:14:00.001-05:00

As I gave the waitress my credit card, I told him, "since I'm buying lunch, you have to put out - you know that, right?". He knew it.

I was only half-joking. He more than half was expecting it anyways.

This was no ordinary hook-up. This was a guy who has read my blog and knew what he was getting into. Well kind of. It's all different when you kind of know the guy - even if it is virtual. And that's not just me to him, but him to me.

There are no way expectations can be met. There are no ways that concerns aren't out there if I choose to blog about it, knowing he reads it.

This is only the second time I've knowingly had sex with someone who has read this blog. A few guys have found it after the fact and asked me to take down the posts and/or pictures. I've only complied with that once - and because he was a great guy that I hooked-up with more than once and wanted that to continue. It didn't happen though.

We walked back from lunch and truly there was no expectations from or for either of us.

He was prepared, I was not.

By prepared, he reached out to me - physically. Grabbing me. Kissing me. He had a nice thick cockring on too. I had one with me, just not on me.

I'd be lying if to say nerves didn't get the better of both of us, but let me tell ya, it didn't stop us.

I did go down on my knees. His (see, no names....no towns mentioned.....not gonna feed that fire), dick took a bit to get hard. It's not for his lack of ability to perform. Again, nerves...I'm guessing.

I have always had a harder time having sex with someone I know than a stranger. Sex is sex. Anything past that, like names, becomes, more. I'm not good with 'more'.

That being said, we fell into a rhythm. Me sucking. Me eating his ass.

Since I know he's reading (or I think), this is all good about what I'm about to say - so he should take it as such. The guy has a great beefier ass. Not fat or anything, just manly. The look. The feel. The smell. The taste.

Oh, the taste.

It was musky. It was manly. I cleaned it all up with my tongue and really dug in there to do it. I know some guys look for a squeaky clean, perfectly tasteless butt, however that is not me. I want it to taste like man. That doesn't mean it has to taste dirty, just well....manly. If you've ever eaten ass before, truly eaten it, you know what I mean.

Here's what I found so great - and how masculine this guy was: I took about a 2o minute break between eating his hole, but when I went back to it, honestly, it was right back to his manly funk, like I had never been there. That was a bonus for me! I got to clean it up again.

He also at my ass. I liked it. I hope he did. I think he did. But I always like having my ass eaten.

But we went back to natural order. Me laying on the bed and him taking different positions to feed me. Above. Over. Kneeling by my head.

The guy had a nice sized load and a really good tasting one at that.

I know it could have gone any amount of different ways, but over all, I think we did ok. Could it have been better? Maybe. Could we have been dirtier? Absolutely. But you know me, I could always be dirtier.

After our little session, what I absolutely loved, is that he wasn't shy about kissing me, even with his load on my breath and lips. So many guys are done when they're done.....myself included. But there are times when I want the moment to last a little longer - this was one of them.

As a man, I liked this guy. To be honest, after lunch, a beer and some conversation, I don't really care if we did have sex. It was just great to get to know him.

BUT........it was even better that we did "it".

Show Boy

2011-07-03T11:48:00.000-05:00

...I'm guessing he was.

It was Vegas. He had jet black hair, too tan for his own good and the look of having had plastic surgery.

Everything about him read as being in, or wanting to be in, some show on or off the Strip. A Danny Gans would-be clone, but of course, this guy was still alive. Danny? Not so much.

On my way to the airport, I stopped by an adult bookstore and paid my $6 to get into the back video area. Only a thick back curtain separated the store from the would be adventure.

Sparse and not well laid out, this place had odd booths. Not bad, just never seen by me before....and that is saying something. Most booths had an L of seats and a door......with a window so people could look in.

I suppose it is for a deterrent, but this is a bookstore, there are little of those normally.

There were two guys in the place besides me. Two guys and one fuckin' ugly drag queen, transvestite or transsexual. He/She was so heinous I couldn't tell and didn't want to look for fear of burning my retinas.

I was there for 30 minutes and just about to basically throw away my $6 when the show boy walked in. He looked at the other two guys, but not the "girl". I knew, in theory, I had it all over the two others, but that is not taking into his account for his preferences. I get that I'm not all that.

But I was. To him. At that moment.

He was in the booth waiting for me. I came in and he pulled out. It turned out to be almost 8.5", very solid, pretty thick with a nice head. I went to my knees.

It was a fucking treat to blow the guy. Responsive, non-verbally. He liked that I could take him to the root. I liked that I could take him to the root.

He loved that I have such huge nuts. I'm not sure why he cared. He made no attempt to get them in his mouth or anything, he just liked the fact that I have big balls.

Normally, he let me go at my own back, transitioning back and forth from lightly dancing my tongue and lips over his shaft, to deep-throating him with a decent mouth grip on him and then using the mouth of velvet to do somewhere in between.

All of the sudden he stopped moving and I sensed us being watched. Normally I do not care, but it was that fucking drag queen thing. Standing on her bench looking over the top and down into us.

She began offering us candy from her bag and I told her to 'fuck off and go away'. She wasn't swayed. But the Vegas guy threw her a look, which I could not see, where she slinked back to her hole. He was my new temporary hero.

I went back to work. I told him I had a flight to catch, so he doubled his face fucking method and in another 6-7 minutes I was rewarded with his decent cream. Not tons of it, but it was thick and had good taste.

I was ready to go, of course. When I'm done, I'm done. But he wanted to exchange number. I told him I wasn't from town, but he was hoping next time I came I'd call him.

I took his number. I put it in my phone, but I think there are too many others out there in Sin City to need to resort to a regular. I suppose on the off-chance I can't find anything else, he'd be a port in a storm.

New Arrival

2011-07-02T10:49:00.000-05:00

After I kicked the asshole from the last post out, I did go back on-line and troll for what I really wanted. Dick. I mean, the guy was a dick, but I wanted the penis.....not the behavior.

I was back on ManHunt when I got a guy who sent no actual message but unlocked his pictures. I am ok with that - as long it is something I like what I see.

The rest of him was 42 and 5'9" - and the hang between his legs was 6.5".

He showed up as and when expected and we got right down to it. His face pic was a little outdated. Handsome there, he had put on a few pounds in the cheeks - the upper ones - and didn't quite look like he advertised.

This isn't really a problem, since I had a live dick in front of me and I don't really have to look up if I don't want to. I wasn't there to draw a portrait.

The guy was in town visiting his elderly parents and needed a break. He said he hadn't gotten off at all since being home - the last five days. I was happy to assist. I consider it my community service.

"Dan" was vocal, but nice about it. Even his slight name-calling seemed to be nice. I'm ok with that, but I'd rather hear filth from a guy when I'm down on my knees. I guess I'm just an old-fashioned cocksucker.

He did do great things with his hips, when it came to feeding me. Slow. Fast. Deep. It was all good. I preferred him to stand. He preferred to lay on the ground and have me get down on his level to service him.

It's not the most comfortable but of course, I complied. It's what I do.

Even on the ground, he'd roll slightly to his side so he could fuck my face.

I'd get right down to his push and he'd pull back before plunging back in.

You know I like a guy's hand behind my head and luckily I never had to ask him or prompt him to do it. He took matters, and my head, into his hands and held them there when he felt necessary.

Through his clenched teeth, I did hear him ask me if I was ready for the load. Man, I'm always ready for the load. I could have taken it in seconds or worked on him another 30 minutes - either way was good for me.

It wasn't a hard shoot of cum, but a flooding of my mouth of his jism. There was a lot of it and what little taste it actually had, tasted good. But as I promised him earlier, I would be taking every drop - and I did.

He was relieved of his load and his stress. He dressed and left with no fuss. I went back to work. We were both satisfied.

I Asked Him to Leave

2011-07-01T18:00:00.000-05:00

He was on MH. His ad was short and sweet: Over 50! Get over It.

I was over it. 50 is ok with me and he had the body and cock pic to back it up, what do I care what is on his driver's license?

The guy had a total 8 pack (yes, 8!) and decent amount of fur covering that. I'd venture as close to 0% body fat as a man could have - let alone one who is 50.

I responded that 50 and up did not bother me, as long as his cock was in my mouth. He replied back and we set a time.

It all sounds too perfect - doesn't it? ....and you'd be correct.

He came over and did have a body to die for. Also the teeth of someone who had died. Hey, I'm calling it like I see it.

The guy whips out his dick and pushes me to the floor. A good start. I don't need to see his face, just his dick, right? But that doesn't last long. He gets on his back and opens his mouth.

To be honest, I don't know exactly what he wants. His ad said he was a total top. Ads lie. Men lie.

He mouths words but no vocalization. It could have been erotic, but after a while I felt like I needed an ASL interpreter. I know he could talk - he did it when I was sucking him. Now he just chose not to.

I finally said, 'dude, I don't read lips. If you have something to say, SAY IT!'.

He barely said a thing. I don't think it was embarrassment of what he wanted, which was piss.

I'm not a big watersports guy. Yeah, I've dabbled. But we were on carpet and he didn't want to drink it. He wanted it all over him. So not going to happen there. And yeah, I could have taken him into a bathroom and did it in the tub, but you know what that would have entailed - a shower, towel, me cleaning up after that. Fuck that.

He did eat my ass and he did ok at that. He's a bad cocksucker.

Oh, and yes, per our hook-up messages, I was supposed to suck his dick, so you can guess by now how much of that happened.

To say the guy was a contradiction in terms when it came to playing "safe" is minimizing it. He was not only inconsistent, he was stupid to boot. I have no patience for that.

So, I'll try to lay it out for you:

Me blowing him (for that 2 minutes) was fine.

Him eating my ass was ok

Him wanting my piss on him good

Him saying he wanted to drink my piss was dandy

Him touching my dick with pre-cum: BAD

But if I wiped it off, he'd put my dick in his mouth (you know, because I wouldn't be making any more of that, right???)

Me cumming in his mouth was off limits (shock!)

Barebacking is a no-no

Him wanting to piss up my ass was good - I'm not sure how he thought he'd do that without being raw, but I don't know a lot about a lot.

So I eventually got my dick in his mouth and told him to be still and not suck. I decided I'd piss in his mouth. He figured this out and started suctioning so I couldn't really concentrate on pissing.

He asked if I had a little or a lot. I said I did not know. He replied he didn't want to spill any.

That was my breaking point. I know - you're all thinking I'm a saint by this point anyways. ...and I am.

I told him if he did miss any after all that talk, he must be bad at his craft and that we were done. I told him I had work to do and to get out.

He tried to talk me into that he now could take it. But I was no longer interested. I really wasn't interested in the first place.

I made sure he found the door. Then I went back on line and found what I wanted in the first place.

Fat Thick Cock

2011-06-07T20:39:00.000-05:00

He's a big guy. Tall. Solid. Yeah, he has a gut. But he also has 8". Not just 8", but thick thick thick and a big head. And uncut.

I came across him a few months ago feeding someone else and I wanted him. I slipped him my email and it took a few weeks, but he reached out to me. He thought I was more masculine than the cocksucker he had fed. I would tend to agree.

He asked if I could take it rough. I told him not to worry about me and to do what he needed. He liked that.

The guy showed up a little late but raring to go. Shoes came off, but I got to undo his belt buckle and slowly pull down the tab of his zipper. To free that meat, there was no way to just pull it out without pulling down his pants. It is nicely thick and just a solid piece of flesh. How he gets it out to piss, even if semi-aroused, is a mystery.

I went to my knees, as expected. He liked me doing a firm firm grip on his shaft and I knew he'd respond to the masculine aspect of my delivery and I to his.

He also responded to my mouth. The deep sucking. The dance of my tongue on the underside of his shaft.

He was big on the verbal. "You like having your lips stretched over my shaft?" Well, fuck yeah.

The head job went on for a good 40 minutes. He liked me playing and tugging on his balls. He liked my mouth. He liked my tongue. I don't think it is bragging too much if I said I did a good job. It's not bragging if it's true.

He came twice within a minute.

The first one was nice. I was still savoring his cream and pulled back the shaft when the second load exploded. A lot more jizz and a lot more to swallow. And swallow I did.

He loved it. I loved it.

He'll be back. This I can guarantee.

Cocksuckin' in Philly

2011-06-06T05:35:00.001-05:00

Still trying to catch up with my encounters, please try to bear with me.

"Randy" answered my CL ad when I was coming to Philly. Actually, he was the first to do so. He seemed eager. He didn't seem like a flake.

6'1", 175, 8"cut.

He left out one little tid-bit in the initial few responses: he had hurt his back and was wearing a back brace. Um. Ok. I can at least say it was a first for me. He said that he needed "a hot scruffy face in my crotch is just what i need!" He didn't mention the age, but when he got there I'd say he was in his late 50s. I'm good with that.

He showed at the agreed upon time, and right on time. Almost unheard of in the world of on-line hook-ups. He also looked like his pics, though maybe a little thinner - which almost never happens in the world of on-line hook-ups.

We got right down to it.

His cock came out and I went to my knees. His hands went firmly to either side of his head and he took control of the blowjob. How fast. How slow. And how deep. None of the stuff was up to me.
Randy was aggressive, as he said he would be. And verbal. Calling me a 'cocksucking fag' was one of his lines. He used it often and with authenticity. Oddly enough, not everyone ca pull off verbal humiliation. Not that I was really humiliated, but you get the idea.

I was on my knees most of the time, but now and again, he'd stand me up and stand behind me. It never really got to the point that I thought he'd fuck me - but I would have allowed it. It was never discussed, but he was good at what he was doing and exuded confidence. And of course, he did have that 8" daddy dick.

But he'd also rub himself against me, his hands still firmly on my head - all of this from behind. Once or twice I'm thinking, 'well yeah, I guess he could snap my neck', that's how strong he was. But deep down I wasn't too worried.

Soon enough it was back to my knees. I had a dinner to get to, he had to get home to his wife. With my mouth and his hand, we both got him to where he needed to be and where I wanted him to be.

I made sure he knew that all of his jizz was to go in my mouth - I wasn't looking for it to go on my face or onto the carpet. I wanted it swallow it all. Luckily, that was on his agenda too.

Randy shot a 5 day load onto my waiting tongue. I clamped my mouth over the head and took everything he had to offer. He was glad to give it up. The entire time anyone in the hotel hallway would hear vulgarities coming out of his mouth....all about me. In theory, it could be good advertising.

I took his hand and placed it on my throat so he could feel his slime being swallowed. He loved it. Most guys do when I show them how to do it.

He got himself together and left. I savored his sperm after-taste until I met a friend for dinner.

2 for My Mouth

2011-05-22T07:32:00.000-05:00

I am bound and determined to get caught up on my exploits. Some of them are weeks old, so my memory is fuzzy or at least my perspective has changed. I'll keep it as close to the truth as I remember. Sorry about that.

I hit my old bookstore haunt two weeks ago or so. It was so-so, as always. Nothing too outstanding. I made the rounds sitting in a booth and waiting for Mr. Ok to show up. He didn't. So then I made the rounds peeking in other guy's booths to see if Mr. He'll Do was there and needed some relief.

When looking in one booth a guy about my age was sucking another who was about 7-8 years younger than the both of us. I recognized the feeder at once. He was my boxer wearing boxer. It had been years, but I knew him from the second I saw him.

The eater tried to suck me, but I wasn't into it. That's not what I was there for. As I left, I tried to make silent contact with the boxer guy ("Anthony") to come join me and leave this guy. I'm not above stealing a good cock from another cocksucker. Anyway, I felt this feeder's mouth and I already knew I was better at the task.

About 10 minutes later Anthony showed up. The same traits were there has had been in the other times we played. Aggression, verbal taunts - and AGGRESSION. Yes, so aggressive, it had to be said twice.

His head locks of me and manipulating how my head was cocked so he'd have the best advantage of fucking my face. I'm not talking just the in and out motion, but the pseduo-violent act of taking what he wanted, how he wanted it with no remorse and certainly no input from the guy on his knees.

Another guy came by the booth and Anthony tried to entice him to come in, but the guy shook his head and walked away. We went back to what we were doing and another 15 minutes of being "abused" by him and he shot a nice wad into my mouth. I eagerly and gratefully swallowed. Every drop.

As he got himself together, he said, "man, it's great to see you again. It's been a long time." This surprised me. It never occurred to me that he'd remember me, let alone after almost 2-3 years. Maybe I'm even better than I thought. : )

I put myself together and sat in the booth for a few minutes. I'm glad I did, as the guy who peeked his head in while I was sucking was not standing at my door. Maybe he didn't like the other guy or three-ways, but clearly he liked was I had been offering.

Standing in the doorway, his hand went to his zipper tab and pulled it down. I reach in and fished out his meaty meaty cock and just let it hang from his fly. Nothing else came off or was undone. Perfect.

I sunk down off the bench and onto my knees. I took his cock into my mouth and let it grow there. What a nice cock too. It extended to about 8" but it was the thickness to it that made me love it. He seemingly loved my mouth.

The guy leaned back against the wall and let me do my work. I took him down to the teeth of the zipper and back again - over and over.

His moans and his hands touching my head told all I needed to know: I was doing a good job.

The length of the blowjob didn't last as long as I would have liked. When you get a cock like that you want it for periods of time exceeding what they can either last before coming for before they have to get home.

I heard the heavy breathing and I knew what was about to happen. I wasn't about to try to edge him and possibly lose him, so I went for it. I doubled my efforts and was rewarded with a decent, but not great, amount of jizz.

Gladly, I swallowed it all. I was a happy man.

I did one more quick run-through the place to make sure there wasn't anyone who entered who might be in need of my services - and who I would want to suck. There wasn't.

I drove home, happy in the knowledge that I still had two man-sized loads in my belly.

Big Black and Beautiful

2011-05-20T13:45:00.000-05:00

He had messaged me a few times on Manhunt over the last few week, but I kind of ignored him. When I was a little interested, we couldn't make times work - or locations. Neither of us really gave up, but neither of us truly pursued it either - not to any great degree.

But the stars aligned one day last week and we had our time together.

He (I had no name for him) was 5'9" and very muscular.He also claimed to have 9.5".

I mean, how was I turning that down and why did I ever play hard to get?

Truth be told, his pictures did not do him justice. The man had an incredible body with more ink than his pictures showed - or maybe the tatts were newer. I don't know. I don't really care.

We got in a room together and he dropped his short. Totally commando and his fucking big black rod just FLOPPED out. Even semi-hard it was beautiful and enough for me or most faggots.

I could have gone right to my knees, but it was too much fun to feel the heft of that meat in my hands - to feel the veins, to look at the ebony skin. I also got to feel it start to stiffen in my palm. It was a great thing.

I had to snap a pic of his dick near mine. I have what I think is a decent sized dick, but I was absolutely dwarfed next to this guy.

Of course, I eventually did go down to get that tower or power in my mouth. I can't say it was easy. But it wasn't as difficult as one might think.

I've often mentioned that it is easier for me to suck big dicks than the smaller thinner ones. If that theory were to be held true, this would have been one of the easiest to take - ever!

The man had a great dick, obviously, but I loved rubbing my hands over his well developed arms and chest. I don't know I've ever encountered someone that naturally smooth before. And how the man like to lightly play with my nipples.

Instinctively he worked them just so, where it would make me quiver and possibly do anything he wanted. We discussed nothing other than him getting head, but he did have other ideas in mind.

Unfortunately, I had a few factors working against us for him attempting to bend me over and enter me from behind. One was, I was pressed for time due to work. Two was, I wasn't "prepared" - and for that one, I would need to be. Third, I wasn't ready to be ripped open. That would take some time to work that tree trunk up my ass.

Trust me, it's still out there waiting to be done. It just didn't happen then.

I went back to sucking and sucking and sucking. It took some work but he was ready to blow. I was ready to take it.

Considering he said he jacked off earlier that morning (it was only 10a now!), he shot a massive, albeit, slightly bitter tasting load, right in my mouth. I held it there and swallowed for him, so he knew I had taken it all.

Neither of us were ready for him to go, so I fondled him and sucked him to another hard on, but that's all it was. He would go somewhat soft (for him, still huge for the rest of us) and then back to full erection. But another load wasn't in the cards.

...at least for this go around. I think we both know there will be other opportunities.

Phllly Phuck

2011-05-19T11:33:00.005-05:00

It's been way too long since I've blogged and have way too many experiences to catch you all up on - so I apologize.

These are all out of order, but to be fair, I doubt you care that much on which order they go in. It's not like you'll miss part of the story if I jump ahead to another book entirely. You'll adapt. : )

I was in Philadelphia not long ago and had already sucked off two guys (those stories are coming), but it wasn't sucking cock that I needed. I needed it up the butt - and soon. It had been way too long for me. ....and you know how I am.

One guy wanted to fuck me after I had a business dinner, but when it came down to it, the timing was off, so we agreed to an early morning fuck. Early to him was 9a. That is not early to me.

53, 6', 7.5", salt n pepper hair, though in reality he was pretty bald. Decent shape, but not as "athletic" as I think he thinks he is. That's ok. He had it where it counted - the 7.5" and maybe 4" around.

As planned, he called when he hit the lobby. I left my door open and I was face down on the bed in my jock.

I didn't look up or over my shoulder. I didn't need to. I didn't want to. I heard clothes being dropped and since he was coming straight from the gym, there couldn't have been that much to take off in the first place.

Soon he was touching the back of my legs and traveling his hands up to my ass and taint. Nice.

He then walked to the side of my head and presented himself with his cock. It was as the picture stated and I had no trouble taking it all the way down my throat. He liked it, but that's not what he came here for. And it's not why he was invited.

With no ceremony, he rolled me over on my stomach and reached for the lube I left at the beside table.

I knew enough to raise my ass enough, while keeping my shoulders down and my face in or at the pillow. I'm not new to this game.

Thought it had been a month or so since I had last been fucked (yes, that story is coming as well!), he didn't have much trouble finding the hole and gaining access. It was a tight fit for sure, but he made his way to bottoming out and I made my way to enjoying this need being fulfilled.

I'd like to say he lasted a long time, but he was clearly in a rush to get to work. I don't think the fuck lasted a full 10 minutes. I hope it felt good for him. It felt good for me.

He pumped harder and until he got where he needed to be. I could feel the first few splashes of cum fill inside me and then he pulled out and shot in my crack.

WTF?

I told him to scoop it up and then push his dick in me again. And he did, but I don't think he was thrilled with the idea.

He pulled out and jumped in the shower. I lay there in the bed and reveled in what had just transpired, knowing it had been too long and that I'd need it again soon.

Service

2011-04-11T04:52:00.000-05:00

I have a long time acquaintance (if you can call 6 years a 'long time') who is conducting interviews to include in a documentary he is currently doing pre-production on called Service.

Basically it focuses on men who service Alpha & Dom males. You know: ME!

Christian is a filmmaker by profession and passion. He was possibly the first (or one of the first) to stumble upon and read this blog. He was definitely the first person I had blogrolled. Don't go looking for that link now - he took down his blog years ago. I took down the link years ago.

We have kept in touch over all this time and he knows me pretty well, especially for the amount of time (or lack of) we have actually conversed. His knowledge of me is fairly intuitive, but it's not like I don't lay a lot of that shit out there for all to get.

Over the years, he has developed some projects with me in mind. I am thrilled with this idea and we continue to discuss how to execute up to three of these films.

Service is one of them, though I wasn't really part of the planning in the slightest - and I can't say for sure if he had me in the back of his mind when he started to flesh it out - as it were.

However, Christian did reach out to me to ask if I would participate. I am sure there wasn't two seconds of hesitation when I agreed. He knew I would.

Yes, it's possible that if I don't get sent to the editing room floor, my voice and/or my face will be out there for those of you to see. How or if I'm identified has not been established and Christian knows that I give him that control. Of course he knows it. Look at what the subject is about.

We've talked often over the last week about this and continue to do so. In his own controlled style, I think he is excited about my participation - but his style and mine are like night and day.

He is actually more intrigued with utilizing me for the other two projects. One is more of a true acting gig, which is not something I've ever done. The other is way more adult oriented and more of what I consider an original idea - and it is the one that has been in the development stage the longest.

Interviewing for Service is a no-brainer. A few hours of my time wherever we can meet up to do that deed. The others are a bit more labor and time intensive. How to schedule that between us is to be worked out.

Am I a little worried about the exposure it gets me? Well, yeah.

Will it stop me? Nah.

I'm totally jazzed to do any of these project - all of them if we can make it happen.

That all being said - I did reference the Service website and project, because Christian is looking for additional people to be part of the movie. Read through the site and his contact information is included in there if you feel like participating.

The man can smell a fake a mile away, so be prepared, be real.

Coach

2011-04-10T08:13:00.003-05:00

I no longer have the ad description, but he was late 50s, 6'6" and a bit overweight, all in his gut. Not heinous. He's the high school coach/teacher that is reality, not the kind in the porn movies.

It was school break and he was home, his wife was at work. He claimed total top, couldn't host, couldn't provide a face pic due to his working with kids.

I was home, I was working, but could arrange my day for a little fun. Blowing a high school coach seemed like a good fantasy to check off my 'to-do' list. We made arrangements for him to come over.

Right on time, he showed. He didn't mention the shaved head that made him look more like Uncle Fester than anything. He also didn't really mention the thickness of his junk. It was a good 8" long and maybe 5" around.

I played high school sports and know what it's like to have a coach demean you to get you to do a better job. This guy was the real deal or a very good study. He was nasty, verbal, aggressive, and demanding. Everything you want from a coach, and a feeder. Well, everything I want.

Initially he said he wanted it to be a long session, but I suppose that is all relative. I don't think it took more than 20 minutes of his alternating between fucking my mouth, or me gently working his shaft with my tongue and lips or me gorging myself on that thick shaft.

Or maybe I was just too much of a cocksucker for him to be able to restrain.

Either way, he had to cum. And cum he did.

Let's face it - I've swallowed one or two loads (x 2000) and have had my share of big loads. There is big and then there is MASSIVE. Coach was the latter. Huge volumes of sperm just kept shooting into my mouth. I did not miss a drop. Not one.

Without a thank you or acknowledgment, he pulled up his pants and walked through the house and out the front door without a word.

I went back to work.

Lick of the Irish (no not a typo)

2011-03-13T10:40:00.005-05:00

This was a few weeks back, but I hadn't gotten around to writing about it. It was the same hotel stay as the Grindr hook-up I had, which was the same visit I had with the guy who wanted to be 'dad' while he fucked me, his 'son'.

This guy replied to my ad as well. ">Hey I'm 6'6"230lbs Good build and tall 32 yrs old White. I'd like a blowjob this afternoon...

The guy was clearly Irish, as he wasn't smart enough to have a fake email name/address and he had numerous tatts of this guy on his body:

He also had a nice dick.

I'm not sure when the pic was taken, but clearly before he had some of his ink done.

"Pat" sauntered in, bigger than life. I always hesitate anyone who answers a M4M ad and call him 'straight'. Who does that who isn't at least bi-curious? But straight?

Anyway, Pat maybe have been one of the closest I have come to that straight term, who was actively looking to get his nut. There was no interaction at all.

Like I said, he sauntered in, went to the bedroom portion of my hotel suite, kicked off what I'm guessing were size 13 or 14 sized workboots, dropped his jeans and took off his shirt (still amazes me guys strip down for a fucking blowjob), then he layed back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

This would be the position for the entire encounter. He would never look up to see me swallowing his shaft. There would be no words of encouragement - I'm assuming that it was fear that he would have to talk to a cocksucker.

I'm convinced, that with his head back and eyes closed, he could picture anyone with their warm wet mouth engulfing his dick, making him hard and then harder. Making him shoot his load.

I did all those things. Whom he envisioned doing it is anyone's guess.

All things said, on multiple levels, I like that level of impersonal behavior. I get off on it and clearly he needed it to be that way. It worked for all of us.

When it was done 20-30 minutes later, I exited the room for him to get dressed without him being watched or feeling he had to make awkward conversation. He finished, walked past me and out the door without a word.

BikeGuy Rarity - Topping

2011-03-11T15:22:00.000-05:00

It was 11:00a and here I was, sitting outside an adult bookstore waiting to go in. On a weekday. A workday.

I actually got yelled at by the bookstore clerk for 'loitering' in the parking lot for taking a business call. I told him what I was doing and he SCREAMED at me that it wasn't a public phone booth!

I wanted to point out the irony that I was about to pay $10 to "loiter" back in their arcade where signs are clearly posted not to, but no one stops anyone. There are no signs posted out in the parking lot. I almost told him I understood his anger for having to make his living by making change for guys to go get their rocks off.

Anyways, back I went into one of the two arcades. Only a handful of guys there, nothing to write home about, but there rarely are. One older guy took a booth across from me. Normally too old for me, but when he flopped out his cock, I changed my mind. Long, thick and heavy.

It didn't last long - all he wanted was my dick. Sorry pops.

I kept wandering around, eventually going over to the other side and settling into the second to last booth mainly because there was full grown otter in there.

Shorter by my normal standards, he had great facial hair. What was probably a fu-man-chu, but so bushy that it was almost filled in as a goatee.

I know he looked over at me, in our doorless booths, but he was covert about it. Extremely covert. He knew I was there.

He had already taken his shirt off and while I stood there and observed him, he slipped off his boots, slid off his pants and put his boots back on, while never leaving his chair. Now and again, he'd take a huff of his poppers.

From his pocket he pulled out a thing barely thicker than two silver dollars stacked on top of each other. He opened it up and whatever was in there, he rubbed two fingers in and then took those down between his legs and under his nuts. He was lubing up, but with, what, I do not know, but it was a small quantity.

For some reason that boned me up. .....and you know I'm not a top by nature.

He stood up, I walked over - still he made no eye contact with me or acknowledged I walked into his booth. I rubbed my exposed hardening cock against his arm and he pushed back on it a bit.

Since I know he rubbed goo near his hole, I did nothing but turn him toward the corner and push on his shoulders so he bent over for me.

With no spit or other lube on my 8", I positioned myself and pushed in. There was a little resistance and I felt no gooey lube, but his hole dilated and in I went. It felt great and I remained hard, so that worked for me.

As is my problem with being a top, I either tend to cum to quickly or lose my erection if I fuck for too long of a time. It is why I am not a good top. I am built to bottom - we all know that. But I was in the zone.

Yeah, I came too close too soon, but I backed off and basically edged myself - using his ass.

I'd either stay still and flex my dick in him (which got a reaction), or I would to a nice and steady pump that made him feel good and didn't get me too close to dumping my nut before its time. Of course, there were also the hard slams up his ass, making his head wedge even harder into that corner of paneling.

There was some talk. Not much, but a little. I asked him he liked it? If it felt good? If this is what he needed.

His response was always the same, the appropriate: "yes, Sir".

I asked how many other loads he had taken, he said mine was the first, but not to be the last. Nice.

Since there were no doors, we got some gawkers, most of them trolls. Guys that even if they had huge cocks you would probably still turn down, even if you were majorly drunk and let all your inhibitions go. I'd wave them off.

The more I fucked, the more what little lube he put near his hole really worked well. Not messy, but let me glide in and out. I'd pull all the way out and slip all the way back in. You can't say I haven't learned something from all those guys who have fucked me over the years, right?

But after 20 minute, I was ready. He probably was too. Being stooped over for that long with your face in a corner isn't that comfortable - trust me, I've been there.

I made him ask for the load, and he did. I won't say he begged, but he asked for nicely and a little insistent. As I got closer, a guy showed up at the door. Not a troll, but not a looker either, but I was too far gone to wave him off.

I turned and asked him, 'you wanna see me cum in this guy's ass?'. He said nothing, but didn't move. I pumped it off up the guy's hole. Deep up there. It was a big load too.

I remained in him for a few minutes, letting myself deflate a bit before pulling out. I came out clean, so I just tucked back in, buttoned up my 501s and headed out the door past the asshole who collects cash and busts "loiterers".

Daddy / Son fuck

2011-03-06T09:10:00.003-05:00

Yeah, I'm the son in this story.

When on a work trip, I placed an ad that got a number of responses. Anymore, with craigslist you have to be vague as can be, or you're flagged and removed.

One response I got back was: married 50 y.o. masc, s&p/brn, 6' 0", 190, in-shape, CLEAN, ddf, non-smoker, professional, into most things sane/sane, body contact, nip play, JO oral.

He could only do early morning and since work didn't start for me until 10a, I could "work" in my hotel until about 9a. He called at 6:30 to say he was in the hotel parking lot. I gave him the room number and opened my door and went back to bed.

This did not start off or was set-up as a dad/son thing. Really the thought was me giving him a blow job and then sending him on his way.

But there I lay - with barely a sheet covering my parts when he walked in, fairly handsome and in good shape. Stripping out in the outer room, he entered exposed....then up to the side of the bed, where his cock went to my mouth and my mouth to his cock.

It grew in me. A good 7", average girth.

My head went over the bed and he fed me that way, but then he did something. He touched my chest.....a big turn on. Then he touched my dick, which is ok, but his hand slipped beneath my nuts and his finger just grazing my asshole.

I squirmed. It was involuntary. He noticed.

He told me to get on all fours at the edge of the bed. I did. Like a good boy.

No words on what he was going to do, but we both knew. Of course he did. I more than suspected. And soon after, he made contact - pushing the head of his dick into me. He met the appropriate amount of resistance, but make no mistake - it went in.

Hey somewhat hissed "whatta good boy".

After that he slid right into 'dad' mode. He seemed into it and I followed suit. If that's what was going to turn him on and get him off, I can role play with the best of them.

He went on about how hot it was to sneak into his son's room when no one knew. How he liked taking advantage of his boy while mom was right down the hall. He pumped harder.

I asked him not to tell anyone - least of all my friends. He assured me it would be our little secret - as long as he could continue to come back whenever he wanted. I told him he could.

All of this got him off much sooner than I would have liked - not that I need or want the role play, but I did like the fuck and he was good at it. I think the scene he established for himself got him super excited.

He shot a nice load into me and started to clean up and get ready to go. But then he kept playing with me and got erect again. He had me bent over, but all he did was a few strokes in me before he couldn't keep up. We both knew it and it was ok.

He had to go. I would have to get ready for work. We both got what we wanted. He seemingly got something a little extra: a son, for 30 minutes.

Tangerine Dream

2011-03-03T17:40:00.000-05:00

So I was traveling back to West Virginia. Yeah, I know.

But there is that hot bookstore that was right there off I-77. It's still there. Hot it was not. And trust me, I booked my travel to stay at a hotel almost across the street from there, so in the two days I was there, I went multiple times at different times of the day.

I'd say I got squat, but I did get one. ONE!

I knew he was a heavier dude...and most likely a trucker from the adjoining truck stop. But it is the beauty of gloryholes. Try not to look and it is a great equalizer. Then it just becomes about the cock - and not the 19 year old, or 70 year old that it is attached to.

I was there to do a job and I did it.

The cock was shorter and fat. It barely made it through the holes either way - length or girth. But the more I sucked, the more it grew. While it never got long, it did get fatter and fatter.

I sucked him, obviously. But at some point, my mouth was just pressed against the wood and the hole and he did the work. In and out of my mouth with some really really good rhythms. He'd edge himself as I could tell he'd get close then back off. All the while, the dropping of quarters could be heard on both sides of the wall.

Edging went on for a bit - maybe 10 minutes. He then just pressed himself into the wall and I knew it was coming. The jumping of the dick in my mouth told me that too. But it wasn't a huge load, or even one that had any taste - good or bad.

The rest of the bookstore adventure was boring. I did however, hook up with someone from Manhunt. On paper he looked great: I am 6'5, 217, 8 cut, thick, huge balls! ...and some native american blood in him.

It's not often I get guys taller than my 6'2" frame, so I was up for it. The 8" sounded and looked good.
Oh, he also said huge nuts. You can't really tell from here, can you? I mean not really.

Here's what it was: really really really distracting. But I'll back up first.

He texted he was in the hotel lobby, and I left the door open. He was a little grungy but not undoable. His cock was nice as he relayed. But then I saw the balls.

Or the moons. My fucking god, they were bigger than tangerines or clementines. Each.

I relayed the story to a 'buddy' of mine who said "hot". It wasn't. It was such a distraction for me on how disgustingly huge they were - I seriously wanted to refer him to a urologist or general surgeon. Freak show, came to mind.

Don't get me wrong, I tried to get him off, but all he wanted was........wait for it..........me to play with his balls. The one thing I wanted to avoid touching.

He ended up jacking over my face mostly. There are better pictures, but you know the drill, they show my face. This is a cropped version.

At least his big balls still produce sperm.

Sucked in the Bar

2011-02-28T20:01:00.000-05:00

Not quite from the archives, but from an encounter back in December 2010.

It was a response to a CL ad.

He wanted to play. I wanted to play. He was going to be in town for two days on business, at a hotel but couldn't host - which I never quite understand. Do people really share rooms with co-workers? I don't.

Decent looking enough, 6', around 180, balding, but a strong masculine face....and a nice 7.5" dick.

With no place to play, we made arrangements to try to meet up in a public restroom. I love that shit, but know the set-ups around town and they are quite unforgiving when it comes to even pseudo-privacy. I'm all for public play, just not for public getting busted.

As we got closer to the time, he went radio-silent. I hate that.

Since I'm not shy, I texted him and he answered right back. He was at a bar. A gay one. A leather one. At 4:30p.

If you've been to one of these places, they are hardly leathery at this time of day. Normally it's just the somewhat alcoholic crowd who starts drinking at 4p...or earlier. It used to be sadder when they allowed smoking there, but no longer.

Meeting him there at 5:30p wasn't so bad, even though I was in work clothes. No one was in leather. ...except maybe for their belts and shoes. We spied each other, I ordered a beer and he came over to talk. The three others in the bar were all eyes and ears as they were intrigued by my presence. I am not saying that because I'm full of myself - just that I was someone new and they knew something was up.

I told 'my guy' I was going to check out the other room, which had a pool table. Only the entrance separated the bar and the pool room - it was not a big place. He followed to 'talk' to me.

Talking consisted of me grabbing his crotch. He was stiff. He grabbed mine. I was stiff.

Even though I opened his pants and went down on him right there, deep down, I knew how it was going to turn out. There we were, standing in an open room with me on my knees, but it was he who wanted to be on his. Why do I always get caught in these situations?

But while I knew I wasn't getting my way, I refused to just leave that easily. So I let him suck me. He did a good job. I was kind of hoping someone would walk in and at least watch. One of the guys in the bar looked ok. The others - not so much.

This went on for a good 15 minutes until I basically willed myself to blow my load. Sometimes you just have to get there mentally to finish it off.

He was a trooper and took every drop. He then tucked himself back in and zipped up. While he went to use the restroom, I just took off - into the night (or late afternoon) without a word.

He texted me a few hours later. Apparently all his drinking buds found what we did to be hot. Someone did watch - and reported back.

Hope they had a good show.

Hotel Suck Job

2011-02-27T11:01:00.002-05:00

I'm woefully behind on posting......but I do have stories to tell, some good, some fair, some bad.

This one is good. At least in my mind. It is a GRINDR hook-up, while I was on the road.

He was staying well, about 1700 feet away from me in a neighboring hotel. We chatted on and off over the course of a day. Eventually the stars aligned and I got in my rental car and drove over. Yeah, 1700 feet isn't that far, but it was subzero temps and one had to cross train tracks and a river. It was 1700 as the crow flies, not as the department of transportation and city planning mapped out their roads.

Oh, and he was cute. Normally I am way more discreet than this, but.....

I knocked on his door and he opened. He was way more attractive than his picture indicates - and carried himself as such.

The room was dark, illuminated by only two things: his television playing the State of the Union address (yeah, I sad I was late in posting) and on his laptop, a Treasure Island Media video. I liked the dichotomy of the set-up.

I felt a little creeped out by going to my knees and taking in his 8+ inches while John Boehner looked on. Joe Biden, I could get by with, but Boehner? Nahhh. Not that it stopped me.

I went down, and then I went down.......right to his fucking short hairs. He sat in his hotel desk chair, his head tilted back while I did my best. And if I say so myself, I did do a great job.

Up and down I went. Shallow and deep. As always, I mixed up how I used my mouth, tongue and lips the achieve the effect that would get the best responses out of the feeder. He did not disappoint.

Not only moans, but his own discussion about his big dick. I love when a man loves his own cock and is not only proud of it, but crows about it too. And he did. Telling me to take it. Telling me to make it feel good. Telling me how I was going to swallow every drop. He seemed like a man of authority, while being nice about it.

Maybe just a little too nice. When he got to that point, he asked if I was going to take it. I never want a guy to ask, I just want him to do it. I think that is what cocksuckers are for. I think if you're inviting a guy over to your hotel, that is what the feeder should expect - and not ask the eater permission.

Trust me, it was a slight blip. It did not stop me in my tracks. Maybe he was only looking for a guy to say 'yes'. Even tops need validation. I provided it by pushing him over the edge and having his cum jolt into my mouth, where I held it ever so long before ingesting it all.

I was happy to milk what I could from him and he didn't detract me. He was not so sensitive after the fact that he would push me away - not like some. Hell, I'm like that.

He thanked me while I zipped up my coat. He pulled on his shorts and showed me to his hotel room door. By the time I got back to my hotel, he had texted me a message thanking me for the 'awesome head'.

Buddy - it was my pleasure!

On To My Next Loads

2011-01-30T15:01:00.004-05:00

After taking it up the ass twice and sucking out one load, I was on the road to hit a bookstore. I figured I’d get there around 2:30p, and maybe I’d hit the change of shift with the blue collar community down there. I always think that and rarely have my expectations been met. There is little working community there anymore due to the economy, so there are no set times for the workers, since they don’t really exist.

There are two sides to this bookstore: both with booths and no doors on them, but you have to pass through the 'lobby' to get from Side A to Side B.

Side A had nothing going on. Sure there were the collection of trolls and voyeurs, but no one I would have gone down on, unless really drunk or completely desperate - and remember, I had three loads in me at this point, so I was not desperate.

On going through the lobby to Side B, I passed by a definite prospect - the best looking guy I had seen in the place in quite a while.

6', maybe 190, masculine, army jacket, ball cap turned backwards. His head turned back as well to catch my gaze. I'm confident enough that I didn't need to chase him - at least not yet. I continued on my way, he on his. I'm guessing he felt the same way about his prospects. I knew when he'd see what was over there, he'd be back my way. ...and he was.

"Brett" made a bee-line (casually) to Side B where he spotted me in the hallway. He ducked into a booth, making sure I saw him. I walked that way (casually). I didn't even make the pretense of going to the booth across from him to 'look his way'. He didn't make that pretense either and just grabbed his dick through his jeans.

It was on.

I stepped into the booth and grabbed his crotch. He let me. He let me pull down the zipper and fish out his nice solid 7" rod. Nicely thick, but not so much so. Like it was for Goldilocks - it was just right.

I went to my knees and we both enjoyed the head I was giving him. He held my head and I loved it. He insisted I stay on my knees, even though there was a chair - I was ok with that.

I actually sucked for a while. He spoke. He was into it. He was into being watch (as am I), as long as it is by the "right" kind of guy. That is all subjective, of course. One guy was the guy. He was ok, but not necessarily my style. He had him come in, unzip and have me suck him. The problem was his dick, fully hard, was tiny. Like 3" tiny. I'm not kidding.

Even with this hot as fuck guy watching and directing, it was hard to get into my "work". How can you when so uninspired by the material?

At some point Brett had me get up so the other guy would suck my dick. He was ok at it, but that's not what I was after. However, he and I made out while this guys blew me. I would like to say Brett was a good kisser, but alas, he was not.

That's ok, he had other qualities.

He dismissed the other guy, wanting to be alone with me. Score.

Brett is hard to describe, not that I really "know" him. He had this sweet streak with a heavier nasty one. The way he talk and acted seemed very piggish and then he'd snap into "I don't know why I said/did what I just said/did" kind of moments. Both sides seemed sincere, but you know me, I am going to enjoy the nastier version of him.

He made that "mistake" of playing with my nipples and it all went the way you'd think. Soon I was face against the wall and him sliding up into me. While I tried to be all innocent-acting, that was to be gone when he slid up into two other loads. Though to be fair, he though I just pre-lubed before coming into the establishment. I did.....just not the way he thought.

He was a rough fuck, but I had been broken in earlier in the day and could take it.....not that he cared. I had to find places on the wall that didn't creak so much as he drilled my hole. ....and man, did he drill.

I shouldn't have worried about the noise - he didn't. And it's not like the management has ever kicked someone out, but I do have to say, most of the time, it's only oral sex that goes on there. If fucking is going down, it's not so animalistic, the way this was.

I moved myself so my head was in a corner, giving two walls to take the impact that my ass was also taking. I never turned around really, but I'm sure we had visitors here and there. Who wouldn't want to watch that show?

Though I knew he was getting close, he never made the attempt to pull out and I never said a word to him not to. We were both too far gone - and neither of us would have changed a thing. Soon enough his mouth was at my ear: "I'm shooting up your ass!".

We stayed like that for a few minutes....me wanting him to stay up me, him not pulling out.

When he did slip out, he turned me around and kissed me, then pushed me to my knees: "clean me off".

I knew I was clean enough, and the most I'd be licking off his shaft was not remnants of three different loads (2 guys). He loved that I did it. I loved doing it, pleasing him.

I stayed on him for a while and he got hard. I opted not to let up until he told me. This wasn't to happen. Without me being aware, Brett deftly slipped off his belt. Suddenly it was wrapped behind my neck and he pulled me into him....his cock buried in my throat....and staying there. It was wicked hot.

Over the course of the next 45 minutes, I would suck him and he'd fuck me three more times. None of those times resulted in loads, but man did it feel good and he had me where he wanted me.

For the big finale, he actually ended up jacking himself off and cumming onto my hard cock. Oddly enough, that's not what a surprised me.

What did was him going down on my dick and cleaning it off. Make no worries though, he didn't swallow - he came back up and transferred it to my mouth.

In my beard, I had his ass (which I had eaten earlier), his spit, his sweat and his load. In my ass, I had a few loads and a sore butt from all the times he and the other guy had fucked me. .....and I was still horny.

If you read for content, nowhere here did I cum.

In the back of my mind, I had planned to do another walk through, thinking I could get more....or get off. In the back of his mind, he was in the back on mine. He was having none of it.

He made me give him my phone number and I couldn't give a fake one because he insisted on dialing it right then and there to make sure I had given the correct one. He also said I was walking out with him.

I attempted to use the restroom on the way out, but he was having none of that either. He wanted me to smell like I did....to have his body fluids on/in me, like I did.

He escorted me out of the bookstore and stood and watched me get in my car and drive off. He wasn't having me have anyone else.

Bred x 2

2011-01-03T07:10:00.001-05:00

I've been horny.

I always am, but sometimes it becomes a lot of work to get laid. You know it's true. But lately, I've opted to do something about it. I went looking.

The ad was 46, 5'9", shaved head. His pic in his profile though was faceless, but showed a few hands, not his own, grasping his clothed crotch - which looked a decent size.

I sent out a message to him and eventually he responded in kind. Not sexual, so I wasn't sure he was interested. Eventually we got around to a discussion where he wanted to fuck my ass.

I was in need and agreed to go to him - which was like a 40 minute drive away. He was having lunch with friends, so I was to meet him at 1p. I was to bring poppers.

After prepping myself, I drove and showed up at the appointed time. He was waiting.

I plopped off my shoes and followed him to the nicely finished basement that had some Treasure Island Media bareback porn playing - a nice touch. He wanted to start right in on the poppers.

The poppers were from Canada and a gift from a friend of mine. Allegedly they were like poppers of olden days, before they became headache makers. They weren't. I didn't get much out of them at all actually - at least now and again with the U.S. kind, I can get a little of a rush. Not so much with these. Still it was a nice gesture.

We got right down to it. I peeled off my shirt and he approved of how I looked. It was nice validation for all the work I've been doing at the gym.

He got down and sucked me for about a minute and then I was on my knees servicing him. That action got him hard, but I wasn't completely done. I moved around back and at his ass, which he loved. He maneuvered himself into 69 position so he could eat my dick while I ate his ass.

But it was my ass he wanted. That was ok, I was there for his dick in my ass.

Though there was a bottle of lube near us, he never even reached for it. We operated on spit and spit alone. It's still my first choice, but it was nice he had a back up. As it turns out, we'd never need it.

"John" did a good job of sliding into me and up to his short hairs. He did a nice job of pumping my ass nice and deep too. After a few ins and outs, he could pound like an experienced fucker really getting into what he was doing.

I wasn't expecting him to cum within 10 minutes and with no warning. I don't know why those were my expectations, I guess I wanted it to last more than 25% of the time it took me to travel there.

We chatted for a few minutes afterwards, and then I started to dress. He told me the pictures in my profile didn't do me justice and that I should think about changing them. They were fairly recent, but all self-timed shots, and I have no perspective on what I look like, I guess.

John said he almost didn't answer my reach out to him because of the pics. On one hand, "ouch" but on the other hand, he really liked what he saw in person. Time to change the profile pics, I guess.

We talked as he showed me out and in the laundry room he was talking about the fuck we just had and that he was getting hard again.....and he pulled it out to show me. John suggested we go back downstairs, but I said no - he could fuck me right then and there.

I dropped my pants below my ass and bent over in their laundry room and across their counter. He pushed into my pre-lubed hole (thanks to his load) and just slammed me over and over. It was great - at least for me and I think for him.

Again, it wasn't a huge time commitment. Another 10 minute fuck and he pumped his semen up my ass - again. Nice.

And again we were talking and he was still aroused. I went to my knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked his cock - and sucked him clean. He grabbed onto my head fucked my face. That took less time. I'd say within 5-6 minutes, his cum was hitting my tongue - naturally, I swallowed.

When he caught his breath, he pulled up his pants and said, "Ok, I am definitely done".

It sounds odd to some, but I loved how he grabbed a towel and did a quick clean for himself - but never offered anything like that to me. It was all about him and I was there to 'help him out'.

As it turns out, this was just the start of my day. I left John's house and went to a bookstore.

That adventure is soon to come to this blog right here.

I Fed Him His Own Load

2010-12-31T21:37:00.001-05:00

Another afternoon at the bookstore and it was an ok time. As you know I haven't posted in a bit, but that doesn't mean I've been dormant.

And you know I've been struggling with fighting for the bottom all the time. It is tough. And yes, I have a big dick and have learned from the best - and actually, the worst - so in certain ways, I could pull off being a great top. My mind just isn't there.

...and if my mind isn't, my dick isn't either.

That being said, in the bookstore the other day, I ended up sucking off a very average guy with a very average dick. He had a good load though. Nothing special overall.

But as I was sitting in that booth afterwards, one of the hottest guys that has ever been there presented himself to me.

He was young (maybe late 20s), a great angular face and what would turn out to be a killer body - dick included. Of course, he was looking for a top. I somewhat provided that.

The boy wasn't shy. Yes, we had onlookers and while he might not have wanted them there, he enjoyed an audience. You know I'm down with that.

As much as partially loathed it, I knew he'd call me "Daddy" and I immediately fell into calling him 'boy'. On another level, it felt right.

He sucked me. I made him suck one of the guys in the doorway. He ate my ass quite a number of times. I actually would have fucked him too - right there. The poor kid said he wasn't 'prepared' to be fucked.

I asked how unprepared was he, and he wasn't quite sure, so I left it at that. Not to say I didn't have his hole twitching a bit with not only my cock rubbing up and down his crack, but my thumb up his hole. He smelled clean, but if he wasn't willing to risk it, why should I?

The kid was appropriately shy at times. In that dark booth, I swear I could see him blush when I complimented his body. Truly what sculptures would work from. And not a hair on it - naturally. Sure atop of his head and his bush, but his legs, chest and ass were smooth as a new born. Normally, I do not go for that at all, but it complimented his muscles and lack of body fat so well, it turned me on.

Equally, he was turned on by my chest hair and when I dropped my pants, my hairy legs and ass. The kid even got me to take one of my shoes and socks off so he could see hair on the tops of my feet and toes. It turned him on so much he sucked my toes. As much as it tickled me, I manned up and let him do it.

It was also hot to see him on his knees in that booth worshiping me. Very unexpected.

One of the guys watching was so hot he shot all over the floor and onto the poor kids nice pants. Black ones. Yeah - that's never gonna come out fully.

Yeah, he sucked my dick and did a good job at it. Then he wanted to eat my ass (again), right there for all to see. Go for it, kid - I thought. He liked my man funk. I hadn't showered that day and had worked out earlier. I was smelling and tasting like all man. Not for everyone, but he didn't seem to mind at all. I certainly didn't.

He was running out of time and I wasn't ready to cum. But I wanted to eat his ass too.

Those tight hairless buns and that sweet hole were great for munching on and slipping my tongue deep into. He either loved it or was a great actor. I'd like to think it was the former, but I've been that guy who can make it the latter. Hell, he'd been in the booth with me at that point for 45 minutes - he must have liked it or he would have been gone - right?

But my eating his ass must have turned him on a bit. After a while he said he was too close and going to cum. I spun him around and took it into my mouth. It was a good load, but I wouldn't qualify it as great.

Here is how unselfish I am. My M.O. would normally be to swallow that entire thing. I didn't ingest any of it. I held it, stood up and wrapped my hand around his neck and drew him to me.

I kissed him and deposited his own load in his own mouth. I pulled back and then held his mouth shut, providing his only recourse - swallowing his own seed.

I guess we could have snowballed that jizz, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but at that moment, it didn't matter. He took it like a champ. Then he had to go.

Not before he insisted I take his number. I did.

I haven't tried it to see if he was tossing me bullshit, but you know, if it is legit, I would totally breed that ass.

Yeah - you heard me right. I'll keep ya updated.

Hot Married Cheater

2010-11-25T12:12:00.002-05:00

5'9" 175 very athletic 42 married read his response to my CL ad. He was seemingly all of those things. ...that and a nice 7" dick.

To say he is a serial cheater is like saying I'm celibate.

He's married, has a girlfriend and has a regular cocksucker. How he found even 20 minutes for me is impressive. He even put me off once because his girlfriend texted him and wanted to get fucked. He obliged..........then came over.

"Brian" told me he fucked his girlfriend an hour or so before he came over and hadn't washed up. I told him not to.

Yes, I went down on him with this girl-dipped dick. It wasn't horrible by any means. And fuck man - he was hard (again) and into it, so why shouldn't I have just gone with it? So I did.

I love guys who are this sexual. Whether it is addiction or not, I don't know, but the guys who need this much attention are so into it, it is borderline hot and perverted. Neither are a bad thing.

He stood in my hotel room with his pants unzipped and unbuckled. The opening was butterflied almost - the pants were never dropped, just enough to expose his cock, bush and to pull out his balls.

It was a nice meaty 7", just like he said. I could see why his wife, gf and cocksucker liked it. I could see why he was always in need. But that was more his brain than his rod.

He stood there trying to demean me with nasty names. It was hot, but if he thinks he was getting to me mentally that way, that train has long left the station. It is more of a turn on to me than verbal abuse.....but fuck, like I said, it turned him on and me.

He was rock hard too. Again, impressive since he had just did the deed. I had to work at it a little harder, but I was into it, he was into it, we were going to make it succeed.

Part was him standing there letting me work my mouth and tongue in expert fashion. Some of it was him gripping my head and fucking my face. I'm good with both of those methods.

The closer he got, the harder he got and the more verbal he got. All turn-ons.

I can't say his load was plentiful when he popped in my mouth, but really I wasn't expecting him too. As much as he plays, how much juice could be in those bags at any one time?

Like with his gf fuck, he just tucked back in without cleaning himself off. I think he goes around trying to smell like sex. Maybe that's what keeps him going.

I'd do him again for sure....maybe though on a day he doesn't do it with someone else. I'll let someone else have sloppy seconds.......or thirds.

Columbus - Better than the Night Before

2010-11-16T04:59:00.002-05:00

42, 5 10, 6.5-7 cut, mod hairy with short dark hair and eyes, was how his response to my CL ad read.

Having had lived in this city umpteen billion years ago it seems, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Especially the people.

The guy didn't have enough brains to create an email account that didn't include his entire real name. One I recognized. One I knew of (but not knew) when I lived here oh so many years ago. A quick search brought up info on him and an image confirming it was who I thought it might be.

Maybe he does have brains and just doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. I certainly have more respect for him if that were true.

I had alluded to my like for having my chest played with and how that got me into trouble. He took all the right signals of what that could mean for him and went with it. Not the best looker, but he was smart.

He came over when he said he would and came up right behind me and rubbed my nipples through my t-shirt ever so gently. Perfect.

The guy knew how to use those hands too and soon he could have done anything to me. But we all know what that 'anything' was.

There was a little sucking but not a lot - on either of our parts. We got right down to business. He had this to work with, which actually was nicer than he described.

We got down to some serious fucking. Almost all positions.

This was an ok day/morning but not a warm one. The guy sweated like no one's business. He was dripping all over me, be it on my back or front - depending on if I were on my back or bent over. We did it all.

It wasn't a short fuck....maybe 40 minutes. He took his time and I let him. I was in no rush to go anywhere and he was doing an admirable job.

I'm not sure why but at the last second he pulled out and shot all over me. I guess it can be kind of hot, but I was not sure of the rationale for it all. It seems like a waste to me, but that's me. We all have our likes and dislikes.

There was no heartfelt goodbyes. He just pulled on his jeans and walked out the door. I beat off and checked out of the hotel.

sss

Columbus Fail

2010-11-13T04:55:00.000-05:00

35, 5'11,193 lbs,don't worry gentlemen its all muscle.

So said his Manhunt ad. It also said he was all bottom. But my ad pretty much says the same thing - so why would he contact me?

He did have a great body.

...and he wanted to suck me. But his ad said he wanted to take it up the ass. I kind of relented - partially in hopes of maybe he'd use his big dick on me instead.

And you don't have to tell me - I hate when guys try that switcheroo with me, yet here I was doing it for the same scam. Guilty as charged.

It turns out I shouldn't have bothered.

He did show up, though 40 minutes late. I had already turned out the lights and gone to bed in my hotel room. He looked ok, but not nearly as good as his pics. He was way worn out - tired, haggard and just iffy.

He sucked ok, but I wasn't really into it. It turns out what he really wanted was for me to tail him. I tried, but you know me - I wasn't great at it. I got it in, and out - a few times....but I couldn't keep stiff enough to make it happen. We tried a number of positions.

He went down to suck me than to eat my ass. He was ok at it, but nothing great. He was way too distracted....by everything.

That is when I realized he was probably tweaked and just a little too high to do anything. He couldn't keep his dick hard either though he furiously beat off enough to stand up and cum right on my asshole that he was just eating.

Well some went on my ass, the rest dripped down onto the bed that I had to sleep in that night.

I was ok to see him go. A wasted opportunity, I suppose....for both of us.

BikeGuy Top

2010-11-05T17:31:00.008-05:00

After a killer week of work, I needed to blow off some steam.

I had ideas of what I wanted to do, what I thought I needed: that was to be placed on my knees or bent over. Either way I would have been a happy man. Alas, plans change.

I was traveling and finally nearing home and opted to throw my suit coat in my back seat and head into an adult bookstore. Surely there, at the end of most people’s work day, I’d find what I needed/wanted.

Not a lot of cars, in the lot, but enough.

Inside it was not a pretty scene. Folks old enough to my grandpa, others just too obese (not large, but obese) to even consider. That’s my thing. We all have types and that’s not mine.

I went into a booth and hung out watching bad porn. This guy comes by who wants to suck my dick - or so he says. I didn't quite recognize him at first, but like so many people there, a pattern emerges of timing and behavior. I nodded. Down he went.

When after doing an ok suck job, he looked up from between my legs, he said he'd take it up the ass if I wanted him to. That is when I remembered hooking up with him before.

Silently, I signaled him to stand up and turn around. He did as told. He was tight. More to the point, I was thick and he hadn't put enough spit onto my shaft or his hole.

He pulled off a few times to relubricate my dick for his hole. He was still having a little trouble adjusting but he managed. I helped him manage. With my hand on the back of his neck, I pushed him over a bit and his head into the wall and told him to 'shut the fuck up and take it'. He did.

I mostly did that for the guy who appeared at the open booth door to watch. He was a built black man that I had played with in the past, but for right now, he was watching. But he didn't stay.

The guy I was boning told me to 'pound my hole', so I did. Unfortunately, I get carried away sometimes - and clearly I was working out some aggression. But hey, he asked. I further held him to the wall, but it got him too excited and I knew what was about to happen - and I knew what the aftermath would be.

I told him to get his hand off his cock, and tried to smack it away, but he did not listen of comply.

He came. ...and I knew what he'd be done with me once he was done w/his orgasm.

I called him a 'stupid fuck' and told him to get out.

I had to go wash my dick, because even though he looked clean and all, it had ass smell all over it.

After that was done, I walked around some more but had not shaken my top-like mood that I somehow got in. That is not what I walked in the door with. Oh well, I went with it. Sometimes you just have to.

Now into another booth I sat and watched one of the few other non-AARP card carrying members in the place take the one across from me. I'd say he was late 20s, maybe early 30s. Great head of hair and a full beard - and you could tell, a total cocksucker. I let him come over.

Down he went too. He did a much better job at sucking than the last guy, but he could use some coaching. I let him work on me for a bit and we had the occasional guy come by for a gander, but most I waved on. ....then came the black guy again.

He stood. I didn't wave him on. He pulled out his pud to work on. At some point I pulled my cocksucker off me spun his head around and pushed it down on our new friend. Both guys were way into the scene. It worked for me.

The black guy was nicely vocal about 'the cocksucker' and the cocksucker reacted as appropriately as possible with a mouth full of chocolate dick.

The guy on his knees went back and forth for a few minutes until the black guy was ready to unload. There were a few exchanges between the two of us, about how close he was, what he was gonna do with it, how big of a load he had.....you know the drill.

I leaned down to the cocksucker and said in his ear, "you WILL swallow every drop". And he did. The black guy really talked him through it but never got all "I'm cumming" about it, but you knew he was. Actually, that was hot. At least to me.

The black guy then turned the cocksucker my way for me to finish off. I loved he didn't leave and stayed until I had done my deed.

There was more exchange between the two of us which took me to the edge. Yeah, I told them all I had a big load and I was gonna choke the guy. Basically I did too.

I held him down tight and blasted off. And kept blasting. Hey, I shoot big.

He kept up with the flow........for a while. Then he struggled. He pulled back, or tried to, so he could accommodate the volume of sperm.

I muttered a few things, like that I wasn't done yet and to keep on taking it.....and the black guy was totally eating it up. You could tell through his smirk.

I made the sucker clean me off and then I tucked in, walked past them off and walked out. I was done.

Updated Blog Roll

2010-10-25T20:17:00.000-05:00

I know I have some blog roll pruning to do. Many guys I linked to have gone dormant or completely off-line. I hate that you guys keep clicking on stuff that has no activity - or no actual URL. So I'll be doing that over the next few weeks.

I'll also be adding, I'm sure.

Take for instance this new blog: Adventures of a Big Dick Vers Guy.

He is a frequent and long time reader of my blog and I'm happy to say that he took my hint that he should start his own blog, just based on our conversations. He always turns me on - and hopefully he will do it for you too.

He just started, so give him some time to find his style and such. But he's off to a great start.

3 of 3

2010-10-24T10:45:00.000-05:00

After reveling in my car about the blowjob I just gave (and drying off, as by now it was pouring!), I drove around the park one last time - because you know there is always something better or different. Isn't that how an addict thinks?

Let's just say this was more of the latter than the former. But at least there was more.

An older gentleman parked next to me, maybe in his late 50s. Silverish, yet blonde, hair with a matching moustache. Not attractive or ugly, just average. ...and he was working his rod, below the car window level. You can tell from the movements.

He was kind enough to show me.

He asked what I was looking for and I silently nodded at what he was working on. He lived 2-3 blocks away and I followed him. We went upstairs without a word. He stripped down, I felt no need to. Yeah, I took out my dick, but that's it.

He sat on the edge of his bed, I got to my knees. The cock looked bigger in the car than it did right in front of me. Less than 6.5", I'm guessing. Ok thickness, but like him - average.

Even so, I was happy to be down on a dick. I treated it nicely. I did the deep dive. I did the head swirl. I did the tight mouth and the loose one. I licked the underside of his shaft ever so lightly that usually makes guys tremble with excitement. He was no different.

At one point I came off his dick and he thanked me for 'taking my time'. While I'm happy doing the quick blo n go, I like to practice my craft too.

I will say this for the guy - quiet! Not a peep. Not a sound, a moan, a word. Since we were in a big house all alone, there was no background noise either. It was quite odd actually. I tried to engage him in dirty talk, but he wasn't biting. Oh well.

I went back to work. On his dick, that is.

More of the same. And then I felt it. His hand on the back of my head. Fuck how I love that.

It made me more excited and it certainly got him harder. ROCK hard. His assertiveness turned him on as much as it did me. I knew it wouldn't be long.

I took a few more minutes to suck and edge him but eventually his hand gripped even tighter and he spasmed and the load flowed into me. It was a good amount, but not heavy jets. No strong taste, one way or the other.

He lay back, I put on my shoes and walked downstairs and out the front door.

2 of 3

2010-10-22T15:07:00.000-05:00

After I was done with the below average guy, I had a bit of time before I needed to get back to my actual job. I headed to a park.

This park is mostly open space and guys cruise around in their cars and take their business elsewhere. At least that has always been my experience.
But at early afternoon on a cold and now rainy day, anyone at this park was there for pretty much one reason: hook-ups.

Of course, in the middle of the day, you get the elderly (and I do mean OLD) or the unemployed (I mean, a little down on their luck and don't feel the need to shower each and every day). Clearly, you had others too: me. Employed, unshowered and not elderly - or at least not AARP level, or in many cases, should have their license revoked due to age.

The almost infirmed and the icky would pull up next to me and I'd just shake my head in a 'no.....it's not gonna happen' way, or just never look up until they got the hint. The advent of the smartphone as a distraction in places like that has been a blessing.

But soon a nice looking car with a nice looking gentleman pulled up a few spaces away from me. A few too many spaces away for any kind of verbal communication, if one desired. The pouring rain did not help matters. Nor did the somewhat steady stream of cars that kept passing by, as they do when two somewhat normal looking men start to take interest in each other. It becomes a potential public show and the flies are all over that shit.

The guy, who was there for a bit, was probably shorter, dark hair with specks of grey, not only in his full head of hair, but his full, but neatly trimmed beard. I don't show anything out in public there, because you just don't know and he wasn't making the first move. Eventually, he moved on with the cars that seemingly would never end passing us by. I stayed for a bit and then moved down to a lower level within the park.

I parked way over near nobody...and then checked email. When I looked up, a few cars away, but standing outside, was Mr. Goodlooking. And yes, he confirmed his lack of height. He looked my way and then headed down a steep embankment towards the lake. I gave him a few minutes and made my way down and followed.

As often as I've been in this park, I've never ventured down this terrain, let alone in the rain...and the mud. It was safe to say, not many people would be bothering us with these elements in place.

He was well down a path I had never seen but at least he was in sight - and he knew I was following. Excellent.

Still I was hesitant. I don't normally play in the parks, because of, you know, getting busted. That's definitely a downer.

He stopped in an area and I went a few feet further and stood. I wasn't one for making the first move. Again, being busted is not high on my list. He played with himself. I did a little pocket pool myself. He came closer, I stayed still. He reached for my crotch, I let him.

Eventually he unzipped me, played with me through my briefs and eventually fished out my 8" dick. I wasn't happy where we were standing so moved down the path a bit, a little more secluded but more importantly, had more tree cover to lessen how wet we were getting from the rain.

The man certainly was part Latino, and had a wickedly hot smile. Teeth to die for. Made him even more handsome than just his full beard.

The guy went down on me and had a really nice mouth, but I wasn't really there to get sucked. While down there, he pulled out his dick. Respectable length, like 6.5" with what was seemingly a thin shaft. It was hard to gauge since the head was disproportionately large. It made anything that went below it seem thin.

He stood up and I crouched down and took him into my mouth. He loved it. I knew I was doing a good job and made me validate my abilities after that last encounter.

We traded off a few more times, clearly it was myself who spent more time down there than he was. It is not that I think he wasn't into it, but he probably picked up on the idea that I was INTO it. Really into it.

During one of the times we were standing and admiring each other (well, at least I was admiring him), I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I really want to feel that head of yours expand in my mouth".

Now, I don't think I was keeping any secrets of what I really wanted, but I like the mystery and for him to interpret the way he wants. True, it could backfire, but I felt confident that he got the message and agreed with it.

At one point he was close, really close, and someone came down the path. While I don't mind being watched, I didn't know this guy's take on it and it's always nice to be watched by someone hot. The guy on the path was not. But you know my theory - if you're gonna play in public, you can't expect it to be private.

The guy didn't stick around and kept walking. Latino guy let me go back down on him and down I went. My nose, right into his bush.

It didn't take me long to get him back to the point he had been at a few minutes before. If nothing else, it edged him a little, maybe plying a bigger load my way. I felt a hand on my head and I knew it was coming. I was waiting for it - anticipating.

Unlike the first guy, this latino man fired 5-6 healthy shots that went right to my tonsils. You could feel the seed hitting the back of my throat before the rest flooded my mouth. He was everything the first guy was not.

Not a sound was made by the man standing over me, yet he just kept unloading his balls into my mouth. I swallowed happily. He seemed happy that I was.

He watched me gulp it all, then squeeze and lick what little came out afterwards.
I stood and I think he would have loved for me to pump my load all over the mud and leaves that lay below us. But I wasn't really willing to do that.

He reached up and pinched my right nipple and you know how those things are just on switches for me. Had he done that earlier, I would have bent over for him, instead of go to my knees. I told him as much. He grinned.

Then he reached behind to feel my ass through my 501s. I did him one better.....I dropped them so he could really feel. He made that face of like "ohhhh yeah......I'd so like to hit that". You know the pursed lips and the inhale with the lusty eyes look? He had that.

He took his big hand and rubbed my hairy ass and then gave it a little smack...very lightly. I looked at him and nodded. He hit harder. Then a little harder.

None of it was that hard, but I think that was he didn't want to make too much noise out there where sound traveled. He stood behind me and rubbed his now jean-covered crotch against my crack, and for a moment, I was hoping he'd unzip and be back at attention.

However, two guys just then were seen in the distance. Latino guy pulled away and I pulled up my pants. It was time for us both to go - and my guy took off first, with me following a minute or so behind.

Neither of the two approaching guys were good enough to stick around for, so I headed back to my car - and to #3.

1 of 3

2010-10-21T01:51:00.000-05:00

Since I've been on such a dry spell (at least for me), I will break up the three encounters I had in one day into three separate posts. Not only will it get me back into writing this blog, but to string along readers to keep coming back.

What? Was I not supposed to say that aloud?

So I was working from home the other day and my mind was on anything but work. It was a cool and rainy morning and I was way too distracted by on-line possibilities that loomed out there with potential for real world meet-ups.

There was more potential than there was actual - but that is the way these things go, as we are all aware of by now.

Craigslist was giving me nothing. gay.com was giving me zilch. Finally Manhunt provided some potential.

The guy had 8.5", but it was massively thick. He claimed to also have a 10 day load. Promising, indeed. He had some available time in early afternoon, which worked for me with breaks from conference calls and he was only about 20 minutes from me, if Google maps were to be believed.

I brought poppers and that's about it.

I can't say I was elated when he opened the door. Older. A little scraggley in the beard and hair area. I was looking more at the 8.5" dick thing than the face, though I do like a good face.

I also like a 10 day load, or the thought of it.

The entire scene was anticlimactic - literally.

While it's a great thing to have a big dick, it's another thing if you don't have enough blood in your body to get it up. I'm sure anyone could blame the cocksucker and his inabilities to do a good enough job to excite, but I've done this, oh say, 3000 other times and have a pretty good track record.

Yeah, I went and licked his ball. Sucked them even. He jacked. ...and jacked. ...and jacked some more. Clearly, I was not into it, but it was uncertain whether he was.

At some point he goes, "are you ready for it?" I was....as I just wanted to be gone. I put my mouth on it and he "shoots". Yes, that is in hypothetical quotation marks.

If he said that was his 10th load of the day and not his first load in 10 days, I'd almost get it. But that wasn't the case. There was seemingly nothing there. At all.

No fluid. No volume. No taste.

When it was apparently all gone, I jumped up and was in the process of putting my shoes. He seemed like getting off was a huge release for him. Then he dropped a mini-bomb:

He tells me he remembered me from another time I blew him. I'm normally really good at remembering guys I have been with - yes, even with the volume I've been with. And then it came back to me. I even blogged about it here.

Internally, I shuddered with the thought that I now had done this twice, but it all kind of made sense now.

Later (after the other two) and I went home, I looked at his screen name again. It was different. I don't totally remember the other one, but this one wasn't one I recognized. He probably had to change identity to get anyone to hook up with him.

Unfortunately for me, it worked. I do not think I will be making that mistake again.

At least of my three for this day, it only got better.

Getting My Cock Sucked

2010-10-17T09:17:00.002-05:00

I know I've written about him before, but there is this guy in town who I let suck my dick.

Yes, he only sucks married straight men and in his mind that's what he thinks I am. Fuck, if he truly believes that he's a stupid ass, but we all have our delusions to get through life.

I don't think I did write about this - except maybe via Twitter - but the guy basically fired me as one of his many feeders. Me! Fired!!!! My word, not his.

He basically texted me (our only form of communication) that I should find a new cocksucker. I didn't question it or anything and never answered him again and went about my life for the last 5-6 months. It was no skin of my back.

It wasn't horribly surprising either when he sent a text earlier last week asking how I was. They all come back......eventually.

The reason it was no skin off my back was that I would get my dick sucked out of boredom more than horniness. You know I'd much rather suck than be sucked. But one does what he does.

So yes, he contacted me with his bland text which both parties knew it was a lead-in to getting back in my pants. I wasn't needing it, but I was curious to say the least.

Turns out the reason for my termination? I was too rough with him.

Awww, poor baby. Apparently last time I hit him upside the head while he was sucking me (no doubt due to his teeth usage). Apparently I did it hard enough to impair hearing in his ear for three days.

In my defense, I didn't mean to hit him in the ear, but in the face. I know he likes it, at least to a degree and my other take away was - I treat guys the way I like to be treated, at least sexually.

I make no apologies for something I didn't know I did, nor that he didn't man-up enough to tell me at the time of and waited until weeks after the fact.

Clearly my cock, balls and load win out over anything I did, as he wants me to come back and feed him. I'll consider it, but I've done without long enough that it isn't a definite need for me. It might be for him.

After all, I have a great cock.

Bathroom Stall Fuck

2010-10-14T11:13:00.003-05:00

Like this last summer, my sex life has hit a dry spell. I’m working on it, but with not a lot of luck. But I do not want this blog to wither and die, so I am posting an encounter from my youth you might enjoy. It’s not graphic, per se, but you might get an uneasy feeling about it. I don’t, but I’ve told others the story and I can see it in their eyes. Read it, but see it for what it is: sex. Nothing more. I promise.

I was still in my late teens, but strutted around enough to think I was wise to the world and experienced sexually.

Technically, I was way more experienced than most by this time, but had a lot to learn, though it would have been hard to tell that to the 19 year old me.

I was in a university hall bathroom I frequented often. By often, I mean 2-3 hours per day, each and every day. Old time restroom too. Marble partitions, six of them, one set that someone bothered to carve a gloryhole into – and done so long ago, the edges had been worn down and smooth. Getting one of those two stalls was always key to a good time there. Rarely were guys sharing stalls.

Today was not one of those days. Not only was I in a stall with the hole, but I had this big lumbering stud outside the stall, peeking through the door crack watching me slowly stroke my boner.

I stayed seated, reached up and unlatched my door. He walked in and locked us in.
I’m a tall guy. He was huge. I’m guessing 6’5” and a good 240 solid pounds. Not fat. Unkempt blonde hair and a goofy mouth. The guy seemed kind of a hick, but one who knew what he was doing – maybe a kind of disarm and conquer kind of thing.
He also had a big cock. 8”, but fat fat fat and with a threatening sized head on it, fully cut.

The guy stepped right up to me and opened his fly and let his dick stand out right towards me. It didn’t really fall out since the stiffness was helping him defy gravity. I took it in my mouth like a good boy. I sucked on it with all the years of my practice but he wanted more.

He hoisted me up by my armpits and normally when that happens a guy wants to take the throne so he can take my 8”. But not this time. He had other ideas. That idea? Ass. My ass.

The gentleman in my stall spun me around to where I was bent over the toilet. Normally, I wouldn’t have been adverse to this, but I wasn’t prepared to be fucked, physically or mentally. I couldn’t wrap my hand, let alone mind, around his cock. What was I doing?

I would say I had no choice, but I did. And I chose to stay exactly where I was. I wasn’t assertive enough to walk away and part of me wanted to be wanted this way. He used his own spit as lube, but even I knew that would never really cut it.
He positioned himself behind me and pushed and pushed and pushed until he “slipped” in.

That big head was really prying me apart and he knew it. I’m sure he had this issue with almost any guy he plugged. While not subtle, he knew what to do. Take control – or he’d walk away frustrated.

He held onto my hips and continued to push into me. I simultaneously wanted it and wanted to get off it He was much bigger, in every way and was going to get his way.
Though he was still in me, my instinct was to stand up to potentially disengage from his pud. He didn’t want that to happen. He turned me a bit towards the partition with the gloryhole and pressed me into that cold marble slab. I was pinned between his warm body and that wall. I’m sure I was blocking anything that anyone was hoping to see through that hole, but not because my dick was through it, just my body pressed against it.

His hands went flat against the divider, as did mine and he went to work.
Nothing was really said because in a room where the floor ceiling and dividers are marble and terrazzo, every word reverberates. I stayed quiet because I didn’t really want anyone else looking in or knowing what we were doing.

The joke is, anyone who might have been in there would have known anyway.
He pumped and pumped and pumped until I heard a noise catch in the back of his throat. He contained himself as much as he could to not vocalize during orgasm. The guy stayed still as he flooded my guts with his cream. I stayed pressed against the wall – oddly a little dejected but a lot horny.

Do not get me wrong, I’m not saying this was not consensual, but I’m not sure it happened the best way it could have. Liberties were taken, I didn’t have enough say into what was going on and how – not that a restroom stall is the place for negotiation.

You know I liked and have liked being, to a degree, rougher sex. It wasn’t the worst encounter, but all these years later, I still remember it. I doubt he ever gave it a second thought.

He didn’t remember me when I went back to his place one night years later where I took it like a man!

Morning Grindr Suck

2010-10-09T09:31:00.002-05:00

I was out of town on business and having zero luck on Craigslist and Manhunt. It happens. It's happened a lot lately.

And the hotel I was staying at had a nice, but packed, gym. Trust me, I'm going somewhere with all of this.

So instead of trying to workout at the hotel gym, I would take long morning walks. And by morning, I mean leave at 05:30 and walk about four miles. Next to the hotel was not only a housing development, but an office park. One corporation, but a dozen buildings. For semi-full disclosure, I work for this corporation too.

I was walking, dressed in sweats and wearing and playing music from my iPhone during this walk. It was still dark out. People at the office park arrive early here. Even I don't get to work by 06:00. Or even a half hour later. But I was dodging cars that were not used to seeing walkers before dawn.

Not long after, my iPhone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket to see I had a message on Grindr. Apparently I left the app on. Oops. The guy was about 1500 feet away (+/- 236 feet). There was almost no way he wasn't in this group of buildings.

I replied back and we exchanged a few messages. I never really stopped walking. I told him I was out walking - he asked if had on this and that and was wearing glasses. Clearly he was one of the people who passed me while he was driving. Or he had extra good vision from his office window.

He asked if I wanted 'some company' back at my hotel. Sure, why not, I said. He had 30 minutes. He said he'd be there in 5 minutes - and he was.

His Grindr picture said 'Chance' He told me he was 'Allen'. He was taller than I thought. Taller than myself - maybe 6'4". A quiet guy of 27 (or said his profile), but I would have pegged him almost 10 years older. There had been no talk of sex.

I sat on the ottoman to take off my shoes and he moved to stand right in front of me, crotch to my face. I made the move to his belt. He didn't stop me.

His briefs showed he'd have a nice piece of meat. It'd turn out to be a nice solid, semi-thick, 7.5" of dick. I went down on it and he didn't stop me.

He asked to take off his pants and I took off my sweat pants as he did it. He went down on me, but he wasn't as much of a cocksucker as a guy who used his hand 90% of the time and his mouth 10% - and I might be generous with those percentages.

I wasn't really wanting to get blown anyways. It's been SO long since I've done it, I figured it was my time. I went back down on him and I think I was doing a good job.

He wanted to go to the bed, which isn't ideal for me giving head, but......who was I to argue at this point. It got worse, he wanted to 69. Never my ideal.

I was going down on him and he was basically jacking me off with a little mouth action. Very little. Had I wanted, I could have easily ejaculated, but I can also control my orgasm like no one's business. I told him I had come earlier (lie!) and wasn't sure I could come. And then I went back down on him.

Between my bobs, I told him how much I wanted his load in my mouth. He responded to it. I could feel his balls tighten and his shaft get even harder. Since he was a quiet guy, I knew I wasn't going to get any forewarning of him about to shoot. And I was right. Of course I was. I've done this only a few times before. And by few, I mean few thousand.

This load basically dribbled out. There were no bursts of cum or even squirts. It just showed up and was there. It was a little bitter, but that's ok too.

He washed up and was about to leave. I told him to be careful, if he wasn't looking to be noticed and that the hotel was full of corporate folks. He didn't seem to care. I'm guessing it wasn't his first time visiting that hotel.

I'm Back

2010-10-03T08:32:00.004-05:00

Fuck, I've been away for a while. Sorry about that.

Life sometimes gets in the way of sex and blogging. Trust me, if I had any good stories to tell, this site would be have been a lot more active. I'm trying.

Luckily, I'm on the road again, so hopefully something will come of that.

I have a little present for you all: me as an oral top.

Just a whim of answering a craigslist ad. Some guy in town who was ok looking (at best) but provided some decent head. It was early in the morning on my way to work, but I decided to film it and post it.

I leave you with only the last minute or so of my work (and his). The other shots were ok, but nothing much and let's face it, you're hear for the money shot. Not that you see it, but you'll get the idea............

Enjoy.

More Bookstore Blowing

2010-08-06T10:13:00.000-05:00

Another hot day - so I spent it at the bookstore, where it is air conditioned. Oh and I have the opportunity to see, feel, smell and taste some dick.

I was and wasn't disappointed, as always. Questionable men and their penises. The desire versus the quality. The need versus the want. The supply versus the demand. Why would this day be any different? It really wasn't.

As I either sat in a designated booth or walked around, there were plenty of dicks to suck, and I did quite a few, maybe six in all, but only obtained three loads. While 50% doesn't sound like "success", in a place like this, it kind of is.

The first guy was this kid. I'm guessing early 20s. Nice looking, great 6.5" with a fat head. You could tell if he opened his mouth, he might be a bit girly, but I wasn't there for conversation and luckily, neither was he.

We swapped sucking for a bit and some real creepy guy came by and really would not take either a hint or a direct comment. But that's the price we pay for having sex in public/open places. In reality you don't have the option to pretend you're on your own or that it is a private event. Eventually he moved on.

And eventually the kid got his nut on. It wasn't a big load by any means, but it made him shudder as he was deep in my mouth. I liked that. He left, I stuck around for a few before needing to see what else was out there.

I watched some HUGE dicked guy get sucked and kept moving on. He seemed attractive in his own way but I don't want people busting up my scenes so I wasn't gonna bust up his.

I sat around and eventually big-dicked guy found me. He left whatever he was doing. He fished out a big cock and I went to it. But it send shudders of deja vu up my spine.

As I wrapped my mouth around his dick, I could feel ridges underneath the puffy like flesh. I realized I had done this before with this guy but not to completion. The dick was too weird, almost like it was a penis implant or something - and maybe it is/was. It was too disconcerting to continue after a minute or so.

He did push my head onto a guy who was watching. It turned out it was the creepy guy from earlier. I ended up declining both guys and moved on. It was not my scene. ...and that is saying something!

I did stumble upon a guy who was in a booth, leaning way back in his chair watching a movie. His smallish cock was out but he had a gorgeous face and he was tan - all over, as the lack of tan line with his shorts pulled down proved beyond a doubt.

He didn't stop me from entering. He even encouraged me after I bent over and took a few swipes of his dick in my mouth. I never knelt, he never readjusted. I just stood over him basically, bent over and sucked his dick for about seven minutes before the tell tale signs of heavier breathing indicated time for his release. And he did. In my mouth. Some really nice spurts of nice tasting jizz. Yes, I swallowed it all. Then like always, I moved on.

I saw a guy lurking through the shadows here and there and he seemed interesting. Bearish at least, bald and goateed a definite. Ink on his arm too. Sweet!

After a dozen or so attempts and misfires of getting into a booth without throngs of others around we were finally in two booths across from each other. We both showed wood and maybe since he won out with length and girth, I was the guy who had to come to his booth.

I got on my knees and really really went to town on his cock. Pushing 8.5 fat fat inches, he was great. Nice taste and feel and he had a dirty mouth. But he also liked sucking cock.

He went down on me and while he didn't look like he'd be that kind of guy, he was good at it. But I didn't want to unload, I wanted him to....and told him so.

He said, "go for it", so I did.

I knew from my earlier sucking he was close and it did not take me long to get him to the brink. He popped in my mouth and it was a nice load, but nothing spectacular.

For good measure, he squeezed his shaft as he was pulling out of my mouth to leave a nice dollop of sperm in my beard below my lower lip. He smirked as he did it and I left it there - at least until I snapped a few pics for all of you to see.

still in the booth - but not a great shot.

I was almost proud as I walked out of the booth and into a restroom for better lighting for this pic. I didn't care who saw the spooge on my chin.

I did hunt around a bit more and came across the guy with the possible implant dick, on his knees sucking a nice looking business casual man with a rock hard 9" dick. The feeder seemed so unresponsive to what the guy was doing it was amazing. No reaction at all about anything.

The sucker gestured to me to take a turn and the guy standing there did not object or make any kind of reaction. I worked on him for a good 10 minutes, again, with the same lack of anything the guy before me was encountering.

With no wavering in the stiffness of his member, it led me to believe the guy was loaded up on Viagra or something similar. Blood flow to that kind of sized dick with zero enthusiasm of what is going on around you makes me think he used assistance.

I have no problem with that, but I had three loads in my belly and this guy was in it for the long long long haul. I was having a hard time getting engaged when he wasn't at all.

I opted to move on - looked around for a bit and then just left for the day. It had still been productive.

3 Cocks, 4 Loads

2010-08-03T02:39:00.000-05:00

Is there anything hotter than a cocksucker on his knees surrounded by dick? One could argue the point: No!

Yet there I was on my knees in a bookstore booth with one man in front of me, one to my left and one to my right.

Let me start from the beginning. After a long long work day, I was nearby the iffy bookstore where I plunk down $10 for the “privilege” of having to navigate through sparse amounts of men and even sparser decent ones – yet I continue to do it. It sucks being an addict.

I picked a booth and sat in it (remember, this place has no doors on their booths). A decent looking guy took the one across from me. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw how decent. That would be ‘very’.

The guy didn’t sit, but stood just out of the door view but I could see the head and first 2” of his dick. It was nice too. He never peeked into my booth and I got tired of hoping he would. I stood up and walked out of mine and into his doorway. He didn’t signal me in, but he didn’t tell me to go. I placed my hand his THICK piece of meat and he let me. It was my invitation.

He was watching a straight porn and he never really looked at me, so I went down to my knees. Even for me, it was tough to wrap my lips around this dick-girth, but after I got on it, I could take him all the way down – and he got thick the farther down you went. I’d say he was straight, but the metal cockring seemed to say ‘homo’. He looked like a younger Vince Vaughn, but with a big dick. Straight guys don’t wear cockrings, right? I’ve yet to meet one.

This guy never looked down or paid me any mind. Fine with me. Let him get off on his straight bangin’ movie – and if he does it in my mouth, so be it.

I won’t lie, blowing him was tiring. He was rock rock rock hard and wasn’t in any hurry to get off. I like a challenge though, even if my jaw was looking to tire out or be dislocated.

As I was sucking I heard a noise outside the booth. I look out and in the little corridor, there is a guy sucking another guy - but both are still watching me suck this big guy. Neither guy was awful, so I didn't care if they watched, neither did the feeder.

As these things happen, with no indication of telling them to leave, the two pushed the envelope and entered the booth. Me on my knees - the original guy in front of me and now one on each side of me. Both the new guys had decent dicks...7" or so. The one on my right was thicker, but it was the one on my left who had all the initiative of the group.

He took my head and placed it on his penis. I looked up and saw his eyes roll back and his baseball capped head lean back against the wall behind him. I eventually moved to the guy on my right, but he wasn't incredibly into it all (he was the one eating out in the hall). The ballcap guy took my head and placed it onto the original guy as well. I sucked.

I hate to say it but I had to use my hand on this guy. He was big. He was super thick. He was gonna need some extra attention that even an experienced cocksucker would have trouble with. But I think having two other guys there didn't hurt his mindset.

He muttered he was gonna cum and the guy in the ballcap just nodded at/to me. I wasn't looking for his permission to take the load, but it was kind of a hot move on his part.

Mr Vaughn-like oozed his load out into my mouth. There was plenty of cum, but it didn't shoot out, it was just kind of there - like a slow moving tar pit would encroach across the land. It tasted fine but like him, it was there, and while nice to look at (or taste), it was subdued.

He buckled up and ambled out, Mr. Ballcap took my head in both his hands and directed me back to him. The same sigh, the same eyes rolling back and head leaning back. But this time he kept his hands on my head and directed my movements. He was into it. And while he was a bit rough around the edges in terms of appearance, he had the right moves and attitude. His grip tightened and he unleashed quite a load into my mouth - nice and sweet too.

With no acknowledgement of what we had just done, he zipped up and walked out.

That left me with the other guy, which at this time I realized he had NO PANTS ON. Where they were, I have no idea. The reason he wasn't into me sucking him that much was that he wanted to suck me. That's not why I dropped $10 at this place. He did tell me he had gotten Mr. Ballcap off earlier that afternoon, so I got load #2 and it was a good one.

At some point I left and walked around. I looked at all the guys I wouldn't touch and shook my head as many followed me - I didn't want to give false encouragement. It wasn't gonna happen no matter how horny I was.

I did run into a guy who was ok and he joined me in a booth. Nicely built but with an ugly ass bandanna wrapped around his head like Olivia Newton-John might have done in 1981. Turns out he wanted to suck me.

I let him and he was just not that good. I was not staying hard and he was almost too much enthusiasm to have any technical expertise. He also mentioned he didn't swallow - so what was the point?

I did get him to let me suck him for a bit and when I was down on him, who would show up at the door but Mr. Ballcap. Once again, he entered on his own and directed my mouth to his dick.

I ended up going back and forth between the two and it turns out they just started making out. Really into each other. I got both of their cockheads into my mouth, but it was hard to keep them there with all their kissing and writhing.

Mr. Bandanna was the first to get his nut on....or off. He put it in my mouth and I gladly did something he wouldn't do - swallow.

This just set Mr. Ballcap off again. I was getting at least this third load of the day - and while it wasn't as big as the one I had taken 45 minutes before, it wasn't too shabby at all.

All in all, it was a decent day at the bookstore.

I Bent Over Again for Him

2010-07-30T03:44:00.000-05:00

He returned. The man with the 8.5” dick. Maybe it’s bigger. It is now seemingly bigger.

The set-up fuck was just that. I set-up from an ex to an unknowing guy. I guess a nice guy, from my interactions with him, but let’s face it – my interactions are 99.7% sexual. Little conversation, and certainly not about anything personal.

Somewhat like last time, there was little foreplay. He did want to kiss, but he’s not really good at it. If I do it, I want to go at it. His lips are pursed so tightly, I’m not sure what the point of wanting to do it at all would be – or what he’d get out of it. To each his own – and if it got me what I wanted, so be it.

I did go down to my knees for what little foreplay there was. Man, I hate, yet love, to struggle with taking a big dick in my mouth. Normally I can do it with ease, so I love the struggle, but hate when I don’t succeed to my satisfaction. “Mark” was not complaining at all – but I have set personal goals, I suppose.

Like a semi-pro, I worked my way down his shaft, but it becomes rather thick as you can see. I thought I had a large dick, but I pale in comparison – though granted, I’m not 100% hard. It is close enough, though you can see who reigns supreme.

Mark stepped away from my mouth, turned around and put one foot up on the kitchen island. I took it as a non-verbal request to eat his ass. It looked clean but tasted manly. By the time I was done, it tasted clean.

Remembering what my buddy (Mark’s ex) said about him: he likes to be fucked and it makes him fuck other guys much better after he’s done first.

This posed two potential problems: one, I’m not a great top – as you all know. Two, if I accidentally shoot, I’m pretty much done from taking it myself, so I had to play this carefully.

I stood up and he remained bent over. I slid my hand into the jar of lube and got my thumb all greased up. It slid up his ass with some nice resistance, but it welcomed me in all too easily. It was warm, and he could do a nice job of squeezing it tight. With my other hand I lubed my dick up as inconspicuous as possible.

I extracted my thumb and put my cock at his hole immediately. Any halfway decent bottom knows the difference and he said nothing. I pushed in. He took it. I bottomed out.

I did get to do some pumps but all too soon, I felt my true self come back into play – maintaining my erection was not going to happen, but I continued to try for the next five minutes. He gladly stayed in place in hopes of taking it up the ass. My friend had been correct.

When we realized it was not going to happen, we switched positions and I was bent over the island.

The man is BIG. No mistake about that – especially when it’s being pushed up my ass. All my concentration of breathing went into accepting what he was offering………or insisting upon. It took a few minutes, but he made it in, to when short hairs and ass hairs met.

Then the fucking began.

With no ceremony or asking how things felt for me, Mark decided to fuck. And fuck. And fuck.

There was no change in position, other than to push me down to the counter if I arched my back and keep me there while he plugged my ass over and over and over.

The fuck as great, while not as intense as the last/first one he gave me. We were both on tight timelines, so I guess a 40+ fuck couldn’t be expected.

He had no problems performing and after about 20-25 minutes, delivered a nice load deep into my gut. There was grunting, there was groaning, there was a lot of sweat from both of us. He stayed up me for a few minutes before slowly sliding out of my used ass. I stayed on the counter, clamping down to keep his off-white seed deep in me. The guy leaves me gaping, so it is important to hold it in. I’m not one to let it seep out or slide down my legs – that’s for a money shot and only a money shot. Other than that, if a guy is gonna give you a load, it is your (my) job to keep it as it is precious.

He cleaned up. I pulled on shorts. He left and I went back to work.

There will be more times – hopefully many more The dick is to awesome to not be able to take it every now and then

The Return of M; the Departure of me

2010-07-28T04:30:00.005-05:00

M has returned.

In reality, I have returned to M.

You might remember my two brief, but very memorable encounters here and here with him. The man hit a cord deep within me – and over time and distance, it was still there.

So upon my travels, I let him know I was coming to town. Life had changed for us both – though to a larger degree for him. He was not happy or unhappy to hear from me. His almost lack of emotion was one thing that had not changed. But he engaged with me, so it couldn’t be all bad, right?

Having dinner with him was my idea. That struck cord left me wanting to know the man – or thinking I wanted to know him at the very least. He did not resist this idea. We broke bread together.

People outside of a bedroom can be so very different. I include myself in this statement. Very few knows what lies underneath of me. The same could be said for M. …as I was to find out – to a degree. A degree he’d choose for me to see.

I'd say we talked, but it was mostly him. He provided information on his background and way more than I anticipated him sharing that night, if not ever. It was good. It was brutally honest. It was a little disconcerting. But I've said that about our interactions all along - so I suppose for much of the vibe, it was status quo. But in ways it was kicked up a few notches.

His apartment was near my hotel. I asked if he'd like to come back - he accepted.

To a degree with the other times, things got fuzzy, and it was not the tequila I had been drinking. I mentioned in earlier posts that he has me off guard a bit and while I have the feeling of all that is around me, the details get muddled. Or I think they do.

M flopped himself down on the bed, I sat next to him. The unexpected truly did happen - he kissed me. While our "relationship" had been very intimate in the past, it was about mental intimacy, not physical. I don't consider sucking dick "intimacy" - it's sex.

Eventually he laid back in the bed, hands behind his head. I took cues from Tantric man from the day before. I massaged M, on his legs, his feet, his toes, his back, neck and shoulders and even his head. He was very appreciative of it. I was into it as well.

With his eyes closed, M was relaxed and yet still somewhat in charge of the scene - no words said. He never asked for this, but was clearly in the moment. The massage - sans oil - went on for quite some time.

There was more kissing. Deep kissing. I can't say it was as emotional as you might think - or as I might think, or as I might have wanted. Barriers and some distance will always be there. It has to be there.

Physically, I lay on him, or then him on me. Sometimes parallel to each other - almost always his eyes closed, or seemingly so. I never got the sense M would not be aware of his surroundings and me, even when attempting not to.

Massage and kissing gave way to me blowing him. This is what we've done in the past. It's what I have done in the past to him. He's been the recipient of my mouth on his lovely 7" penis.

Here is where I get fuzzy. I'm sure I fellated him for a while and even licked his nuts, probably his ass too. I'm sure there was moaning and words of encouragement.

I do hate losing sight of the details with M, but it's such a haze of mental intensity, my memory starts to spot out here and there.

But this I do remember: laying next to him after any oral stimulation. It was back to kissing and me rubbing. Then three words from M: sit on me.

He didn't say his dick, but he didn't not say it.

I did just sit on him and continue with our kissing. But I positioned myself just so that peg A might go into Slot B. It did - without words, but not without notice.

Both of us were acutely aware of what was happening. Me moving up and down; M laying back, eyes still closed and then the occasional kiss either by me, or by his hand pulling my head down to him.

My ride went on for about 15 minutes. As always, little indication if I was doing something great or something wrong - but I'm pretty sure he would not tolerate something being done incorrectly or to his satisfaction.

I moved. He moved under me - working together, though not knowing each other well enough to be an extremely well oiled machine. Make no mistake, the job was getting done. He was hard. I was willing.

Out of nowhere there was some heavier movement and M opened his eyes to look directly into mine. No words. No need. We both knew what that signified and what was happening at that very minute.

M and I bonded in that way. Closer than before, but I'm not sure it would quantify as "close".

There is a distance and always will be, between us. That's how our chemistry is made up. I'm ok with that, not that I have a choice. Hell, we're not even in the same town or state. It's not like it matters.

We will continue our separate lives with moments of being together - but that's it.

No broken hearts or expectations. Two people connecting when it is timely and necessary.

....and there ain't nothing wrong with that.

I probably did blow it all though. Upon seeing each other, he did ask if I had hooked-up with anyone else in DC. I did say "no" - because....well, I don't know why. We owe each other nothing - so there was no reason to fib, but I felt that it should have been about him and not what I had done.

I also forgot he off and on reads this blog - so he did catch on to me on that falsehood. He wasn't happy - but it might have been a deal breaker. I can see his point. I don't have to be happy about it, but I can certainly understand it.

Hot Day; Hot BJ

2010-07-25T12:36:00.000-05:00

It was in the mid 90s in DC and I advertised on CL for guys to stop by my air conditioned hotel room to cool off, while heating up.

I got a number of responses with the proportionate number of flakes. One guy whom I had sucked off a few times bailed at the last minute, but with him I will actually give a pass. The rest are dead to me.

One guy did seem very interested.

white guy,42,5'6", 145,buzzed/shaved hair, blue eyes, nice cut cock,hiv-,ddf, looking for a good BJ !

He was short for my standards, but I had been taking it up the rear for a bit and needed a bit of a break - and I do like the taste of cum, so.....

"Mark" was exactly how he was portrayed in his description. I'm not sure I've really been with someone this short. Even getting on my knees didn't quite put me at the correct height. It would have been rude to ask him to stand on a box - not that I had one, but you get the idea.

It was not a particularly incredible adventure. It was basically blow and go. He said he had a 5 day load and judging by what he deposited in my mouth, I would tend to believe him.

The load was plentiful and at least it wasn't bitter. And if nothing else the guy was nice enough about letting me take a few pics - this being one of the better ones.

The Return of Ed

2010-07-22T03:57:00.001-05:00

When I travel to DC, there is at least one thing I always do: contact “Ed” to let him know I’m coming to town.

As you’ve read in many many many stories over the last few years, Ed is the closest thing I have to a “regular” anything. He’s got a killer body and cock, but he’s also very nice. For whatever reason, he likes me and thinks I’m attractive – but that’s his cross to bear.

What he also likes doing is fucking me. It is fortuitous that I like bending over for the man. Or sitting on him. Or lay back and have my legs up in the air. Or be belly down, face in a pillow. We’ve done all of these things. Oh – and one blowjob that I’ve given him.

So last time I was in DC, Ed and I had one opportunity to meet up. It was early and he wanted a blow job on the way to work.

I was a little bummed because that is not our routine. But on the other hand, he tells me I have been one of two or three guys who have ever been able to get him off with a mouth. So I felt a bit encouraged about my abilities and how I turn him on enough to ejaculate in my mouth and have his sperm slide down my throat.

You take your victories where you can.

I leave the door open for Ed and like a pro, he pushes right in and puts down his messenger bag and sunglasses. He walks over near the window (love that) and tells me to get on my knees. I unzip his pants as he unbuckles them. They fall around his knees, maybe a bit further.

For a thick and long as Ed gets, I’m constantly surprised at how small he starts out. Ok, he goes to 7.5 but it seems bigger. I romanticize things with him, I believe.

But down on my knees I went and my mouth went to his prick….and I got it hard. Rock hard. I sucked him and I sucked him good. Knowing he was not camera shy, I reached for my trusty digital cam and took a shot before he took it from my hand to take a dozen more of his own. I fuckin love that. He’s not shy at all about snapping away.

I continued to use my mouth like an expert cocksucker when I heard him mutter, “Stand up, I want to fuck you”.

In no time I was up and just turned around over the ubiquitous hotel heating/cooling unit, with me facing right out my 7th floor window to the apartments across the way. Since I didn’t think I was getting fucked and I had a load up me from about 12:30a.m., I didn’t prep the way I normally would. I knew I wouldn’t be horrible or anything but, I like to do what I can. Ed didn’t seem to care – not that he asked.

With very little lube, Ed placed his pecker at my hole and pushed in and fast. I was still a little sore from the night before, and I asked him to stop and stay still. Since we know each other somewhat, he complied to my wishes, but only for a bit – then he started his motions.

Granted I had to take a big hit of poppers just to power through the slight discomfort, but that would shortly pass. It did and Ed went on to his normal power fucking.

The guy is an expert at putting pud to ass. I have never been disappointed by his technique or style. He’s always been appreciative of my hole, and I try to make it as pleasurable for him as possible. And I knew he was on his way to work, so time was precious and limited.

Ed really put it to me, and I took it because it not only felt good, but I love pleasing this man. The guy rocks my world and my ass. I want to do the same for him, so I used my ass muscles more than I might normally do, which has a two-fold effect: it gives him more continual pleasure, but it overstimulates a few sensors too much, making for a potentially shorter fuck.

Again, with the time limit, I wasn’t thinking we were going on for any great length of time, and we didn’t. Yes, he told me he loved fucking my ass and how good it felt. Yes, I told him how great his cock felt and that I wish I could feel it everyday.

Ed continued to drill me. As much as we like each other, make no mistake, this was not love – it was sex. It was FUCKING. He loved it and needed it – and so did I. Yeah, it made it better when we did it together, but we have few chances to do this.

He buried his bone up me and told me (and a hotel neighbor or two) that he was coming. He grunted. I grunted. I squeezed his shaft. He flexed his dick. His load went into my hole – deep up my hole.

I was a little discombobulated, and oddly so was he. I’m not sure why for either of us. He cleaned up and dressed and started to walk to exit without his messenger bag or glasses.

The plan was for him to come swimming with me later that evening – and as much as I’ve seen him naked, there was something about seeing that man, that body, in a pair of sexy trunks. That he would be poolside with me did not hurt matters. Alas, because of our schedules and timing, it did not happen – but soon, and again, we will be together another time.

Tantric Fuck

2010-07-19T04:04:00.001-05:00

It was my first night in DC and I was striking out most places, though to be fair, I did not place a CL ad. I was replying to them with no luck. MH wasn't much better - until I saw him.

44, 6'0", 180, buzzed black hair, white (but looked mixed race to me), 7" dick - but thick.

Sucking, 1 on 1, Jerking Off, Bondage, Toys, Nipple Play, Friends, Dating, Safer Only, No PNP, Feet / Socks, Dad / Son, Jockstraps, Married Men, Massage, No Strings, Straight/Bi - he said. His MH ad said.

"Safer Only". What does that even mean?

But he was also into Tantric massage. It seemed to be something new to me.

I’m sure the guy told me his name, but for the life of me I forgot it immediately. We’ll call him “Nick” – he looked like one.

He came in and we made contact. Touch. But that’s what he’s about – Tantric massage. He’s all about touch. In our MH exchange, he said it was late and he did not want to fuck. Just massage. Just touch.

This was new to me – and I wasn’t the one doing the massaging, so what the fuck, I tried it out. I’m always looking for new experiences.

Nick brought his own poppers and bottle of lube. I wasn’t 100% sure what it would be for since we weren’t fucking. Massage oil, I could see, but not lube. Catch as catch can, I suppose.

We stripped, he got me on the bed and started rubbing my chest and arms – no oil/lube. He massaged, briefly, my legs before working his way up to my nuts.

Here Nick put lube on his hands and gently applied it to my nuts, making them a little glistening and sensitive to his light touch. This made me quiver. I shivered even more as he touched the underside of my shaft. It made me tremble.

His touch was that of what I assume a professional would do. I marvel at guys who can elicit a response just by the touch of a hand. Most guys have to do it with a mouth or an ass, though that mouth can be on a penis, an ass, a nipple, nape of the neck or in an ear. But touch can be more of an art form. Not all can do it. I try, but not sure I succeed. Nick was.

With his lubed up fingers at this point, he trailed down past my taint to my tunnel of love. His slick fingers traced and helped dilate my ass – and then a finger slid in………..then another one. Then his thumb.

Normally I’m not one to have fingers up my ass. For whatever reason, a cock will feel much better. Fingers are generally too boney or maybe, just maybe, it goes back to the art of touch and how others are a bit more impulsive in how they use their digits. I’ve never been fisted, but I’m thinking if I were so inclined, Nick could be the guy. I could see why some guys think being fisted is so erotic. But fist fucking wasn’t on the menu – at least mine.

But Nick used his fingers and thumb to ease in and out of my ass – like an expert, and my ass responded in kind. He loved the way it would squeeze his fingers and how warm the hole was. But his motions really had me laying back with my eyes halfway closed and reveling in how good it could feel – something up there that wasn’t a dick. …and trust me, I’m not complaining about dick up there.

And Nick must have really liked it too – and no longer was it satisfactory to use his fingers. He moved up the bed and lifted my leg while he was behind me after repositioning me on my side. …and then in this went…..

Even with taking two dicks in Philadelphia the night before and having his fingers ply me open for 15 minutes, it filled me up and stretched me open at the same time. It was a nice cock.

And then he fucked. He fucked me long. He fucked me hard. He fucked me in a few positions – both of us liberally using the poppers.

I would be lying if it didn’t cross my mind that he said ‘no fucking’ and ‘safer only’. His two biggest rules broken – by his hand, not even by my manipulation. You just can’t believe any guy – we’re all cads. Maybe this was his big plan; to withhold only to increase desire.

I certainly wasn’t appalled or upset by the turn of events. I took a big hit of poppers and begged for him to fuck my ass. He was happy to comply.

As good of a job as he was doing with his nice sized member, the technique was not as good as his fingers. Before he was working via eroticism, now it was lust, which are two very different points of view. Trust me, I can work with lust.

You know, and I knew, that after he was up there – skin to skin – and with the intensity he was using my ass for his pleasure, there was no way even the last minute hail mary, safe play, was coming into effect. Pulling out was not an option at this point. I wasn’t asking for it and with the burning in his eyes, I knew he had a goal and nothing was going to stop him.

Nick exploded into my ass and I could feel the pulses as he did it. I don’t care what anyone else says, you can rarely feel them as they happen. Maybe it’s the angle or the size of the dick, but more often than not I just know they’re coming from their voice, their quiver or them just telling me. This time, I knew it by feeling it. Nice!

When he calmed down, he eventually slipped out of me. But he knelt between my legs and grabbed my semi with his greased up hand and started to work my dick. His other hand went to my ass and started to work his fingers back up there – continuing to stimulate me and push his seed in even further.

Now, I rarely jack myself off and I cannot tell you the last time gave me a handjob. But I was beginning to realize I was getting my ‘happy ending’. It was feeling good too. Even when I do masturbate it is dry and I use no lube, so this was a nice sensation. He worked me for a good five minutes before I shot – and when I did, I hit my adam’s apple and a nice line from my navel back up my chest. Gobs of semen was milked out of me.

Nick was satisfied. I was spent. I toweled off, he did the same. He left. I went to sleep.

Philadelphia Phucks

2010-07-15T04:50:00.000-05:00

I had one night in Philadelphia - I had to make it count.

I had a do-nothing ad going on Craigslist, had MH booted up and had reached out to the few guys who got some the last times I was in the city of 'brotherly love': cowboy and hot italian thick man.

Cowboy was out of town and Thick never returned my emails. It might have been a lonely night in a hotel room had MH and the ad not finally come through.

MH guy came through first. 40ish, 6'4" (he seemed taller), 200 or so. Shaved head, soul patch and about 7.5". Not bad. He was also aggressive as hell. Only so-so on the verbal, but you get the picture.

The CL guy was about 32, 5'7", 150, blonde and ok looking. 6.5". Truth be told, except for his pic he sent I never saw him, but hold on for that.

As luck would have it, both guys wanted to come over at the same time. I gave both the head's up - neither seemed to mind that another would be there, nor did they ask much, if anything, about the other. How often does THAT happen?

Manhunt guy got their first and we got busy. He was aggressive as I said. There was some oral, but when it came down to it, it was about fucking. It was about fucking raw.

While I had poppers and lube and we used them, the guy used his dick like a ramrod from the word 'go'. Actually, at the word 'set'. His first plunge into me was so incredibly painful, I can't tell you.

My reaction and clawing to get away slowed him down for a minute, but no longer. I learned to breathe and let him continue. I was bent over, I was on my back, we did it doggie style. He had me every which way for 20-30 minutes. Finally with me on my belly and him on top of me, just pumping the hell out of me - telling me what a dirty motherfucker I was - he unloaded a 3 day build up of his balls into my ass.

He was vocal about it too - which I don't mind. But the guy knocking at the door heard it too.

CL guy showed up about 20 minutes later than he said, so he kind of missed the big show. MH guy went and opened the door for him. I lay on the bed facing the opposite wall - my freshly used ass looking at the door. I never turned around.

I heard the dropping of shoes, the clank of a belt and the sound of zipper going down. I felt the depression of the bed as Guy #2 knelt onto the bed and hover over me, awaiting to delve in between my hairy cheeks.

The poor guy had performance anxiety as the first guy sat and watched him and tried to encourage him. Yeah, he got hard enough to get it in me, but the guy was an amateur. I don't think the fuck lasted three minutes and he ended up ejaculating on an outstroke.

When guy #1 saw this: he assumed I could not hold all the sperm in me. Pffft. I can.

He didn't realize Guy 2 spurted more on the outside than in. But Guy #1 was good. Taking two fingers, he scooped up all the jizz and pushed it back into my hole - DEEP.

As he did this, Guy #2 dressed and left. I never saw him.

Guy #1 headed out immediately afterwards - and then I met a friend for dinner..........with two loads up my ass.

5 Cocks - 3 Loads

2010-07-13T05:49:00.003-05:00

Two Saturdays ago it was too hot to do too much outside, so I took an air conditioned car ride for 40 minutes to hit a sub-par, but necessary adult bookstore.

The parking lot was kind of sparse, so I had little hopes for anything. And it was a holiday weekend, which could tip the scales either way, I suppose.

There were the usual suspects - old old old men, some carrying their fucking oxygen around (just shoot me if this ever becomes me!), some middle aged, saggy chested, full-gutted men and then one or two somewhat decent guys - especially when you consider the "competition".

I opted out of most of their leers but I'm a cocksucker who just paid $10 for entrance fees. I was going away with something.

The first guy was a dud. I sucked him for a while but could not get him hard, let alone off. I have to believe it was more him than my skills. I'm not patting myself on the back, but I do have a few thousand guys who would tell you I got them off - so I must be doing something right.

I said I needed a break and left the booth and found another. I passed a seemingly attractive amer-asian man in the hall. I have to say, for the most part I am not attracted to asian men at all. It is not them per se, but just my tastes and we all have our likes/dislikes. I will say this, the guy was persistent.

He'd stand outside my booth when I sucked guy #1. He stood outside my booth when I was watching a "movie". I finally let him grab my basket and eventually he uncovered his. It was small. Really small. I wasn't into it, but sucked him for about 5 minutes and gave up. It was not my thing.

As I was leaving my booth I ran across a shorter version of me. Buzzed head, goatee/beard. But about 6" shorter than me. But man, what a man. He came into my booth, exposed himself and pushed me down on his cock. He called me a "faggot" and made me suck him. Well....not so much "made" since I was all too willing, but his hand was at the back of my head firm, he was hip pumping into my mouth and then reaching down and playing with my tits.

"Cocksucker" rolled off his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world - and maybe it was. He was hot. (not that I'm saying I am.) Asian guy was at the door watching and I just didn't care. The guy fucked my face then let me do my thing and treat his dick right.....then back to fucking my face. Nice.

He stood me up and was going to try to fuck me. I was down with that. He didn't like guys watching but he tried....too much so. He triggered something in himself and said he was gonna cum. I swooped down and caught it all. Every. Fucking. Drop. He patted my head and walked out.

I moved booths and a silver hair guy (but young) walked in and dropped his shorts. His 7" fatty was jutting out so I went down on him. He was quiet and let me do all the work. Then I saw a 2nd pair of feet and there was another football player looking guy there. Nice dick too though a little smaller.

I went back and forth on both dicks as they ended up making out. I think they were getting each other off and I was just there for a little assistance. I wasn't emotionally attached, so what the fuck did I care. I knew what I was - and what I was doing.

Silver hair guy grabbed the back of my head first and without a sound shot his bitter bitter load in my mouth. Naturally I swallowed. Moments later his new bf did the same thing, though his cum was just fine. Neither of them were big loads, but beggers can't be choosey.

As they left, Mr. Asian was there - watching.....waiting.

I zipped up and left the building.

Punk Rock Motherfucker

2010-07-05T05:41:00.000-05:00

....or so he claims.

41, 5'9" and all of 160, while he was pierced here and there, he worse checkered keds (or maybe converse) to my hotel room. Why that might have been 'new wave' 27 years ago, I don't know he qualifies for 'punk' anything.

That being said, he had a good body. He clearly works at it and it shows in his arms and abs. His buzzed/shaved head helped in the facial area. He was ok, but nothing to write home about. Wait - I guess I am, right now.

The cock was fine too - about 7". But let's back up a bit.

I was out of town and on MH. He reached out to me, and while his ad was of nothing more than some random snippets about bands I had never heard of, his email to me piqued something in me. Plus he seemed engaged at the idea of meeting where others on that site drop off like flies the second you affirm their existence.

I was up early and he said he'd be too. He didn't say he was getting from work and had to shower, yada yada yada. I said 'why shower'. He said he would be 'dirty and raunchy' - which I thought was the point, literally and figuratively.

But shower he did - and show. He seemed shorter than his stated height, but I didn't care. I was horny. It had been two days (almost) since Mr. 8.5" ploughed my butt and I was ready for another go-round.

I stripped down and so did he then he turned me around to take a look. "NICE ass. Love all the hair". Then it was me over to the bed and him standing beside it. I took the hint and put his cock in my mouth. Or he put it there - over and over and over again. He ended up piston fucking my mouth. If I could have, I would have laughed when he said "yeah, suck my cock!".

There was no sucking involved. It was all control to take a tonsil-pounding. Cocksucking is about finesse, talent and some manipulation. This was about just taking the thrust. I had no tongue or saliva skills going on. Though his cock was getting a good wet coating.

At some point he climbed over me and I ate his ass. Yes, this was a man who just showered, but luckily didn't use any perfumed soap. He was clean, but tasteless. He seemed to like my tongue work, and I do take pride in what I do.

Then it was time to get on my stomach. He (I had no name) got behind me and ate my ass, which was a much better job than Mr. 8.5" did a few days back. This guy had me squirming. It didn't hurt that he was not-so-silently giving praise to my ass. C'mon, I'm only human - I like to hear that, even if he was doing it in a filthy tone.

Some spit was applied to his cock and my ass was saliva'd up. With my good hole stretching a few days before, I was still tight, but he slipped in easily. Bottomed out in short order too. Then he went to work on pumping my ass.

His potty mouth continued throughout the fuck, calling me most names in the book and telling me how great his cock felt in my ass. I like that he put himself first instead of 'my ass felt good around his cock'. I like guys who make it about them!

Unlike the fuck I had taken the other day, this one wasn't to last 40 minutes. More like 10-15. Not bad, but the orgasm came without much warning or build up. Maybe he thought he could hold off too and than hit that brink. It happens.

The moans were loud enough to be heard in the hall. I'm ok with that. Then he said, "take that load up your filthy faggot ass!" He throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. As he'd say later, "the first load of the day is always the biggest". It felt large.

After that he finally crawled off me and walked to my head and presented his just exited cock to my face. I opened up. I took him to the bush. I didn't really taste me on him, nor any residual load. But I cleaned him off good.

But then it turns out, I'd be cleaning him off for the next 30. He was trying to recharge and go for Round 2. I was trying to help him.

Between bouts of me sucking on him or licking his nuts, he'd eat my ass or stick his thumb up there, in a way that would suggest he was trying to taste the load or push it back up me. But he claims this to be untrue. He said he shot it too far into me to easily drip out.

There was some more play and an attempt at another go-round of fucking, but it wasn't going to happen. He cleaned up and left. I showered, packed and checked-out - but left with a load in my guts.

A Set-Up Fuck

2010-07-03T20:51:00.001-05:00

I feel as though I am back on a roll. I'm not only feeling more sexual, but doing something about it. Or maybe it's the other way around - but it's working, whatever it is.

Last week I hooked up with this guy I had been trying to nail (or really trying to get him to nail me) for the last few weeks. Finally our schedules meshed.

While there is a story behind it all, I won't go into it much more than he is the ex of a friend of mine. It was the friend's suggestion that I find a way to get the guy's attention and I did. But c'mon - my friend knows this guy pretty well, so he knew what he would and would not respond to.

"Mark" responded pics of my ass and ample sized penis. Make no mistakes, at least for the first go-round, there wasn't really any mention of doing much with my dick - but we'll get to that in a minute.

Mark showed exactly on time. We had little discussion on what was anyone's 'like' list. I knew only because of my bud, but Mark didn't know this. He assumed what he wanted - and it was mostly all correct. I never said he was stupid.

He also never told me his stats - including dick size. So I was quite impressed by this:

Fuck - who wouldn't be impressed by that??

A beautiful 8.5", thick and thickly veined cock!!!!

The pic was snapped after he had fucked me, so that is why it's so shiny. But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mark came in, we stood and stayed in the kitchen. I took the lead and started massaging his crotch through his shorts. He let me. I could feel him grow and could tell he'd be substantial, but I really had no idea how much so.

I went to my knees and he made no attempt to stop me. I loved putting my mouth on his dick and sinking down on it to his bush. He didn't seem to mind either. As you might imagine, that piece really filled my mouth too. I could only wonder how it would feel in my ass.

It did not take long to find out. Mark stood me up and took me to the island and had me turn around. He went down and ate my ass. Normally I'm pretty sensitive and responsive to that, and while it felt ok, it didn't feel great. Better than a stick in the eye, though.

When he was done, he immediately stood up and right behind me. While I love spit for lube, you did see his cock, right? This one was gonna need some help. I wasn't completely stupid, I did put out some lube just in case.

I also put out this....
I was told he wouldn't use it, but I thought it would be good for show. That's all it was. It remained untouched. Hell, it remained uncommented about.

So I greased up Mark's thick rod and he turned me back around. I do have to say, the guy was a champ. Yeah, there was some stretching and a little discomfort on my part, but after he expertly inserted it into me, I can't even begin to tell you how great it felt.

The guy was a pro at fucking. Varying speeds and intensity. Good moves with his hips and grabbing my nipples all at the right time - it made me respond, which made him respond, which made me respond.......and there you have a not-so-vicious-cycle. Maybe one of weird pleasure you need to stop but don't want to stop. We didn't. ....at least for a while.

Mark braced himself on the stove behind him with his hands and told me to fuck myself on his cock. I obliged gladly. I think we both loved that too.

He had an ok dirty mouth, but I think he was getting used to me and what I'd either respond to, or shy away from. As if! He did say nice things like "move that whore's ass back onto my cock" - which made me do just that - with a passion.

We did that for about 10 minutes and then he took over again. The guy had a move which I don't recall ever experiencing before - and let's face it, I'm a little experienced. He'd almost pull completely out but do something with the head of his cock right at my outer sphincter that would make it burn almost white hot, but in a good way. He did that several times. Fuck it felt great - and I told him so.

At various times during the session, he'd slow down or stop (not pull out) because he became too close to coming. I would say he edged himself (with my help) close to seven or eight times. But the last time was just too much and he buried himself in me with hard hard hard thrusts and got his nut. He said he wanted as deep in me as possible. I couldn't have agreed more.

Mark stayed in me for a bit longer, his chest stuck to my back with the huge amounts of sweat we had built up. You'd think that when we straightened up and he pulled out that cum leaked out all over the floor, but it was our sweat. How do I know? I smelled and tasted.

But his cock, as you can see, came out all glistening - so I sent down and licked him clean. I wasn't too worried as I really did a good job of cleaning myself out before he came over. I do not think he was expecting that. I'm not sure I was either.

I couldn't do the entire clean up he needed....so he jumped in the shower, then dressed and left. But I can tell you, whatever my friend's motivation is about having this guy fuck me - I don't care. We will be doing it again. And again.

He liked my ass. I loved his cock. What could be better?

Pittsburgh Fucker

2010-06-29T05:13:00.000-05:00

The title gives it all away - doesn't it? Oh well.

This guy also answered my ad and was seemingly looking for a blowjob. I agreed. I'm a cocksucker - and it is what I do. Or one of the things I do.

44, 6' 195, hairy chest, 7+ thick, love to be services and more

Not only did the guy show up, but he was early. I was ok with that. I was ready for him, actually probably pacing my hotel room in anticipation for getting another load.

I didn't get a face shot of him prior to, but he was ok looking. The rest of him matched his description, as we stripped down. He was already hardening, as was I.

I did not get directly on my knees as we stood there looking each other over. I ran my hands over his body and penis and he did the same to me - except for the penis part. I don't think this guy was straight, but he wasn't going to play with dick. To some, that might be a problem. To me, it was a plus.

(Un)fortunately, like the feeder earlier in the day, he found my nipples. I think he figured out they were attached to everything immediately, but didn't play that card..............yet. I went to my knees.

The guy seems to appreciate I could take his thick rod all the way to his bush. And like guy #1, pumped my face. But damn if his hands did not go back to my chest - and that made me quiver, something I know I did not hide at all.

He got it. He knew it. He knew what to do with that info.

He had me stand up and played with my nipples with one hand and the other disappeared below my nuts. I was like jelly.

He played with my nipples some more. But then directed me down to the couch that was in the hotel room. At first he had me sit on it and just have my ass at the edge of it. He came at me, I didn't try to stop him. He knew he had me.

Unfortunately, the angle was all off. It was a valiant attempt, but it wasn't going to work. He hoisted me up by my pits and bent me over the bed. A little spit, a little force and he was in. All the way in.

And then he fucked.

He wasn't bad at his job, but sometimes he had too many quick jabs. He was a horny man and one that was seeming to fight pulling the trigger too soon. I don't think me milking his shaft with my ass muscles were helping matters. But I like to excite and please.

The guy started talking about how he liked fucking my ass and how he knew he'd be fucking it. Between strokes I asked 'you did?' He said, 'yeah, I knew I'd fuck your ass when you replied back to me - I was gonna breed this hole'.

Love a man who is self-confident. And breed my hole he did.

I would say about 10 minutes into the fucking he let out a groan that signaled the end of the fuck. His jizz spilled into my accepting butt and I took it.

Maybe Pittsburgh isn't such a bad place after all.

GASMM - again

2010-06-28T06:12:00.005-05:00

A few weeks back I blogged about GASMM: a Gay Adult Social Media Meet-Up.

The times/dates are being honed in on, but what is needed is YOUR feedback. While this is the first known meet-up of this kind, I think we are on to something great - but it can only be successful with your involvement.

Please take a minute to complete a short survey for what you think would make a good trip for you!

Looking forward to seeing you all there. Maybe if you're good, I'll bend over for you too!

Pittsburgh Feeder

2010-06-27T10:29:00.003-05:00

I know I am way behind on updates. It's not that I haven't been getting loads, just not writing about them. I promise to change that - like right here.

My travels have not taken me anyplace to metropolitan or exotic, but I do what I can, where I can. A week or so ago I was in Pittsburgh. Contrary to 'Queer as Fuck' no one in that town is half as good looking as say a 'Brian' was. They look more like Emmit, but not quite as well put together. Or maybe I'm just happening upon the wrong set.

I placed a CL ad which garnered much traffic for email, but not much for actual play. Standard and expected.

But within a few hour timeframe, I did get two guys to play - separate, and not quite equal. This is guy one.

40, 5'9, 170, brn/grn, 6.5"c, discreet.

Oh, they're all discrete, aren't they? Luckily for you, I tell tales out of school.

His email name implied he was hairy, even though his description left it off. But you can see here he was.
Let's just say I never saw any of this. I should also point out to you the guy was/is married and was doing this on his way home from work. There was a very small window of opportunity where he could come by my hotel to do the deed.

His face pic was handsome enough (no, I am not sharing here) and he really wanted to cum n' go. He knew what he wanted and I admired that.

"Scott" showed up at the correct time and was how he described and showed. Bonus for that. We went right to work. His cock was indeed 6.5" and nicely shaped. He really seemed to enjoy my mouth. I got from his reaction this wasn't an experience he has often - the blowjob. He probably relies on out-of-towners to do this so he can keep it on the DL. Works for me. I know guys who have made a career out of that.

The problem was, he started playing with my nipples - and as you've read here, you know what that does to me. ....and he saw how I reacted as well. He got a good grin on his face with that acknowledgment.

He spoke up and told me how he'd LOVE to fuck me, but he had no time. Then proceeded to tell me to get back on my knees.

I went to town on his cock. He loved it. I loved it. I had been starving for cock and cum. He was seemingly starving for a blowjob.

He let me do my own thing for a while and then took matters into his own hand - and by matters I mean my head.

Scott pumped my mouth good and hard. He knew what he wanted and how to get him to where he needed to be in the timeframe that suited him. What more could you want from a feeder like this?

What I wanted, was what I got. One big groan and one bigger load.

Scott was worried upon arrival that I wouldn't swallow. I assured him I would take every drop. And I did. Even the ones he milked out after he pulled out and tugged on his pud. Those droplets that ooze to the head, just hanging there. He made sure I took it all. And of course I did. Gladly.

He was happy. I was happy.

Now I just needed to get some real chow before guy #2 showed up.....and he does.....in my next post.

GASMM

2010-06-10T09:44:00.002-05:00

iBi has a great idea for an event: gasmm: the first annual gay adult social media meet-up.

Or as I like to call it: Porn Fan Fair.

The idea is to have popular adult bloggers (me!); Tweeters (kind of me); Facebook with thousands of friends (not me); Porn Stars (not me........yet!); and vendors join in a few days of networking, information sharing - and probably body fluid sharing too - though I'm not 100% sure that will be a sanctioned event.

The plan is to do this in what looks to be February 2011, so there is plenty of time to plan and make travel arrangements.

My plan IS to be there. It will be great, yet a bit scary. I put myself out there on my blog, but I haven't been that accessible to the reading public, let alone with face-time. But I'm open to this.

I look forward to meeting not only "fans", but some peers who do what I do and having some open discussions and maybe a round-table where a panel (which I am happy to be on) would take Q&A.

Take a look at iBi's site and/or sign-up here.

You think 2011 is a long ways off, but it really isn't. Not when you're doing event planning.

I hope to see you there. I'm sure there will be other posts regarding the future of the meet-up. Until then - keep looking for my sex-ventures here.

MCO - OZ - GRINDR

2010-06-06T06:33:00.005-05:00

I was drunk, but that is hardly an excuse. I wanted it.

I was working in Orlando and had been out drinking with co-workers in the hotel bar for hours. I had an early morning and I had to get to bed. But the best laid plans, huh........?

Upon hitting the 9th floor of the hotel, but before getting to my room, I fired up Grindr. Hell, I had to brush my teeth and take out my contacts - it's not like I was immediately going to bed.

...and here he was.....

While it said 600 feet from me, the guy was more like a half mile. In a hotel that was seemingly next door, but you know with those service roads and stuff, it is a bit farther. He took longer than he anticipated and I started to doze off from my drunken haze.

....but then there was a knock on my door, rousing me from my almost-sleep.

Turns out he was drunk too. A towering aussie who much have stood 6'5" or 6'6", tons of blonde hair and a dark tan. Throw on one of those small bathing caps and smaller swim trunks and he was a stereotypical guy from Oz that we have all lusted after at one point or another.

And that dick was true to its pic. Maybe longer and fatter, even. Pure beauty.

I dropped to my knees and put it in my mouth as he sat on the edge of one of my two beds - him being equally as drunk it would seem. It is not like two drunk guys have never gone at it at the Orlando Renaissance hotel before.

He stiffened in my mouth and he was more than a little verbal. For a split second, I hoped my co-workers weren't sharing the floor with me, let alone adjoining rooms, but then I figured "eh, what the fuck?". As usual, I have a much easier time throating a bigger cock than a smaller one and I easily got this down. I loved feeling the skin, as there was plenty of it....and I loved hearing his austrailian moans.

He eventually dragged me up by my pits and had me stand in front of him while he continued to sit on the bed. He went down on me and was an expert cocksucker. But I wasn't ready to lose my load, though I could have easily and called it a night.

I wanted to go back down on him but OZ guy had other ideas. He rubbed up against me from behind and said "oh you want this, don't you?". I admitted I did, but wasn't prepared to take it. I didn't know how "fresh" I was down there. He didn't care.

The man was no finesse. Maybe partly due to his alcohol intake. Maybe partly due to his size. Or a combo of. He was rough. He was ready. He was raw. All things I can admire in a man.

I was pushed face down towards the bed, his hulking frame atop of me. Him burrowing deeper.

I think he was as hot on the trigger as I was because he didn't last long - 5-7 minutes before busting his nut in my ass. I lay there for a minute while he slinked out of my butt.

Naturally, I was expecting it to be over and that was ok. I really needed to sleep. But he got down on his knees and took me in his mouth and sucked me till I creamed his tonsils.

He grabbed his shorts and shirt and was out the door. I didn't even bother cleaning up anything and went to bed.

CLAW Cocksucker

2010-05-31T08:05:00.002-05:00

I have kind of neglected to write about an experience a month or so ago. My bad.

It's another one of me wanting to get fucked, but end up letting some guy suck my cock. I've said it before; Life would be much easier for me if I were a top. But deep down, I'm just not.

That being said, I've also mentioned that I've learned a lot from the few thousand tops that I've serviced. You gotta figure: you spend enough time in class, somethings bound to rub off on you - right?

So at the end of April CLAW was in town. In theory you'd think I would like leather-event weekends, but they are rarely what they advertise and you get the middle and the worse of the population you want. Those guys you think will be there never seem to be - so even when it's close to home, I normally avoid it. You can still get some decent hook-ups on the side without participating in the event.

So I ended up answering an ad where I became the feeder. Eh. Sometimes I cave.

As I got to the host hotel, I thanked my lucky stars I didn't pay for this event. Each guy in the lobby was uglier than the last. I wasn't hopeful for my encounter, but I continued on.

I knew there'd be a third in the room. The guy sucking me had a partner and he wanted to watch. Both guys were very average and the partner was more like a daddy - 15 years older at least (or the victim of a really hard life).

I knocked. They answered. I just dropped my pants (did not take them off) and let him go to his knees.

I like to be egged on as a top or a bottom, but the partner/daddy wasn't good at it - for me and he didn't do enough encouraging for his partner/son. The guy was a decent dickie-licker though.

Concentration had to come into play as I wasn't going to easily get off because I didn't want to be the feeder. But I didn't want to be the eater with these two either. So I persevered. I am SUCH a trooper!

I took a few hit of their poppers and the guy had been blowing me for about 15 minutes and then pulls off and goes, "thank you Sir". I had to ask, "thank you for what?" "It was a nice load.".

Channeling my inner-top, I grabbed his hair and pull his head back:

"I didn't cum you asshole. When I do you will KNOW it!"

I do have to say, I think my talk turned me on more than it turned him on and definitely more than he turned me on. It at least got me close.

Soon, but not soon enough, I popped a three day load into his mouth and he swallowed obediently.

"See the difference, faggot?" I said as the pulses were subsiding, but knowing he couldn't answer.

I pulled out, pulled up the jeans and walked out.

Mouthful

2010-05-23T08:06:00.004-05:00

So I was out and about for work and placed a CL ad stating I was working from my hotel room all day and that I was happy to help guys get a load off - and sure enough, responses came out of the woodwork.

Responses by people who cannot read, but that is par for the course when you place an ad. Guys who don't include stats when it is told to be a requirement. Guys who don't send pics when it is more than suggested. Guys who clearly don't know what ht/wt proportional is (hint: it is not 5'6", 190 or 6', 250). And the worse, the guys who want to get me off. My ads are pretty clear.

I did connect though, so no worries. But there were more turn-downs and flakes than actual meet-ups. But here is one:

don't have a pic sorry....I am 5 11, 197 brn blu 7 cut.....told I'm cute....

WHO in this day and age does not have, or cannot get a pic?

Anyway, he showed up and not bad. Young. I'm guessing mid-20s, but not bad. I'm not sure he was 7", he may have been overstating it a bit, but he knew how to use it. Or me, as the case may be.

I started by blowing him nice and everything and then he just took over and fucked my face. And fucked and fucked and fucked. He knew how to hold out, when to pull back and when to go full force.

His cock was only out of his fly for a while and I couldn't quite get that. I wanted his nuts too. He seemed a bit reluctant. I found out, kind of.

While averagely built atop, his upper thighs, what little actually became exposed were huge, but not muscularly so. That explains the almost 200 lbs. It was a weird kind of physical disparity.

But we weren't getting naked and we weren't gonna date, so what the fuck did I really care. I went back to work. Well, he did. Pumping my mouth and me taking it. Soon enough, well, like 30 minutes total, he was ready to pump off a load - and I was there to catch it.

I showed this pic to a buddy of mine afterward and he goes, "I would have beaten your ass for not swallowing it".

Silly man. Of course, I swallowed it. But I had to capture the jizz for the blog, no? You guys DO want to see this kind of stuff - am I right?

On his way out, he turned to me and said, "I can't wait to use you again". It's a nice sentiment, but highly unlikely.

Into the Mouth

2010-05-18T20:39:00.002-05:00

So yesterday Grindr made a hit locally. Actually a number of in from out of town guys were on. Not sure exactly all what's happening, but it's happening.

The winner was a guy who claimed to be married and only wanted to jo. I was clear with him that this was not my scene and I will also cop to that I was like so many assholes who try to get with me - meaning, they hit me up in hopes of changing my mind, which almost never works.

I wanted his dick in my mouth, it was that nice of a penis. But he wanted to nothing more than to stroke off in front of me. He would have liked me to beat off too, but I told him that was not my scene. ...and as you know, it isn't.

But I went to his hotel room and watched him stroke his really thick 7.5". The one he said guys had told him was the perfect cock - the best one to hold and to suck. But he wasn't letting me.

I played with his nipples and he with mine. I lightly touched his hairy nuts. I grabbed his lubed up rod and stroked that a bit too. He was close. He told me.

"Are you hungry?" I told him I was.

"Get on your knees". I did.

"Open your mouth". I did.

He got close, but not too close. He stroked and stroked some more and then got just a little closer.

My mouth opened. My tongue was extended. And then he shot.

I'd like to say I caught it all, but with him not willing to put his head in my mouth, I could only get about three-quarters of his jizz. You know how it is, that spurting cum is a bit uncontrollable. You can't always direct it.

Some went on the floor, some went in my goatee. Most went in my mouth.

For a guy who had jacked-off earlier in the day he had a huge load and it tasted good. I was happy to have gotten it.

He was done and so was I. I tried to snap a pic of the load in my goatee, but I don't think it came out horribly well.

Maybe next time.

Guest Blogger Post

2010-05-15T18:00:00.002-05:00

I have stories to tell - honest. I just need to get them written down. In the mean time, enjoy a story from my almost long forgotten guest blogger, Lou.

For the first time in God knows when, I was cruised on the street.

I was carrying a large box to my car when we made eye contact. We did the turn-and-look game a few times until I went back and walked up to him. We made small talk and I gave him my business card. I invited myself to his place, so we walked the half block walk to his house.

He showed me around a bit until we wound up In the kitchen. He leaned in and in no time we were making out. Pants were opened and the groping began. Eventually, his hand went to my ass and he began playing with it. He turned me around and lined up his very hard and straight 6 incher to my hole. He suggested that we go upstairs, where we stripped down. He got a bottle of lube from the closet and placed it on the nightstand. He asked if I like poppers (fuck yeah!) as he opened the nightstand drawer. He chose a bottle out of like 5 and we each took a whiff.

In no time we were back to kissing and groping. A minute later he spun me around and grabbed the lube. He told me to bend over as I held onto the side of the bed. He lubed my hole and his cock. I braced myself as he shoved in. I didn’t have much choice but to get used to the assault he was performing on me. He slammed me like there was no tomorrow. After 10 minutes of being used, his thrusts became harder and faster. Soon he grunted loudly as he shot a thick load deep inside me. While still inside me, I grabbed my cock and began stroking. I came buckets as he pulled out of me. We cleaned up and chatted some more while dressing. Said goodbye and I was on my way.

You never know where the day will take you.

Grindr Find

2010-04-24T15:01:00.003-05:00

I have to say, I haven't had the best of luck with Grindr to get cock.

When I first got he app, I hit it the first half-dozen times and scored 100......but then it promptly went to zero. I've seen some hot guys here and there, but no one who follows-through. Lame. Don't they know what the app is fuckin' for?

But there is some leather "event" here in town this week, so there are a bunch of out-of-towners who are here. And quite a few have iPhones - clearly.

I was working downtown and got hit up by one. On his profile pic, he looked ok. 45, 6'2", 200 lbs, blonde. He looked solidly built and the pics of his dick were nice. He added he looked "better in person". My friend "Lou" told me that anyone who says that usually isn't.

This proved to be the case. Room 1213, I was directed to and I walked from my office to the hotel. I was greated promptly. The guy wasn't horrid, but I can't say he looked a lot like his picture.

The guy did have a nice dick. Maybe around 8" but on the thinner side when it came to his shaft.

He sat in his hotel chair and I got on my knees and went to work. He wasn't hard when I started, but still a nice length. It didn't take too long to get him hard.....

...and unfortunately, it didn't take a long time to get him off. I don't even think I sucked him (and got face fucked) for 1o minutes before he blew his unassuming, underwhelming load in my mouth.

With little or no additional exchange, I swallowed, thanked up, got up and walked out the door and back to my office.

He had probably gotten what he wanted, and I got what I asked for - whether it was exactly what I wanted or not.

It wasn't a loser situation, but I can't say it was a winner either. Just necessary.

4 Guys. 5 Loads

2010-04-14T19:51:00.002-05:00

I've been on the road today. Normally that means planes, trains and automobiles. Today it was just automobiles - and into some remote parts of West Virginny. It was a pretty day for being in the car for five hours, but still..........

So I'm not that far into WV when I see a sign that says ADULT with the exit number. I've seen these places before and they are hit or miss. Most, anymore, don't even have video arcades to watch porn, they just sell vibrators and such. But what the hell, I was in no huge rush - so I stop.

First off, how great that this place is at the dead end of a service road. And the other things on that road were a truck stop and two 'gentleman's clubs'. I walk in and bingo! - there is a place to go watch porn and there is no minimum and it's quarters, not that token shit. I'm back in 1986 heaven!

The layout is ok. About 15 booths and 6 of those are in the middle - three on one side and three backing up to them. Two sets of those, I can tell from the word 'go' have gloryholes. It really IS 1986.

Immediately I see a blur of a guy go into one, so I enter the adjoining one and in a minute his cock is slipping through the hole, but not before I got to run my finger at the bottom radius of that hole. God I love doing that.

The big head barely fit through the crude gloryhole. No pristine cuts here - all handmade. This shaft was just as thick and I loved putting my lips to the wood - his and the wall. It's been a long time. And so worth it.

I sucked him for quite a bit and he pulled back and wanted my cock. I gave it to him, but wasn't going to give my load. He wasn't even a good cocksucker. So I pulled back and went back down on my knees and whispered through the hole: fuck my mouth! And he did.

The guy had clearly been working hard all day - he smelled and tasted of that. I like that. Not to where it's over the top, but he was near that limit, but still it was wonderful.

What I love about gloryholes is that you just take the dick. Period. It was too noisy with the videos playing to hear him say anything, if he did, or his breathing. So I wasn't expecting the load. But there it was - flooding my mouth. Voluminous and heavy - and great tasting.

I left my booth and wandered and saw him exit. He was a hot, very hairy man. Nothing was said. I went into another gloryhole booth. The other side occupied already.

I ran my finger again and it took a minute, but he obliged me. This hole was even smaller, his cock even thicker. He barely got the head and first 5" after that through. I know it wasn't all through. WV has some BIG DICKED men.

The guy never moved his cock, I did all the work, but he was rock hard the entire time. Solid as a rock. I worked on him until I ran out of money and took my chances that no one would bust me for not dropping quarters. Soon enough though he fired off nice big globs of sperm - and I did my duty and took it all. ALL of it.

I stood up and exited to get more money. He left too. Nice looking guy. Harley belt buckle, with attached chain to a wallet. Nothing was said.

As I was going to the counter to break a larger bill, I realized I had cock spit in my goatee. That saliva that drools off the cock and out of your mouth, or is against the wall each time your lips make contact there? I wiped it off with the sleeve of my shirt. I didn't want the clerk (woman) to know I had cocksucker face.

I got $10 more in quarter - she must have thought I was a slut. : )

As I re-entered, so did a kid in his early 20s. Nice looking (like that football player from 'Glee') but could have used some toning. I followed him into a booth and he just opened his pants. I was a little disappointed in his uncut cock. It was smaller, but after I got my lips around it (he made no effort to do a thing), it grew past 8" and thickened up. Still had skin, but not a lot.

He liked my sucking and talked about how he had fucked his girlfriend earlier so it would take a while. I had all the time in the world. He wanted me to jack-suck him. I'm not big on that, but it's his time to get-off, not mine. After about 20 minutes he was ready to shoot and wanted me to continue jacking.

Nice load but when I got it, I ceased stroking his cock. He told me to continue: "I'm not done yet". Sure enough - 30 seconds later, I got the remaining amount of his sperm. I do not count this the 2nd load from one guy. This was all one - in my book. He zipped up and was gone.

I walked around and ran into guy #1 again. I just said in a low voice: "beautiful cock". He went into the booth I just left with that kid. We went for round 2.

He was smellier (I swear), hotter (I swear) and nasty. He POUNDED my face and my head hit the wall over and over and over. I also ate his ass. He played with my nipples and stuck his index finger and thumb up my ass. I was hoping for a fuck, but it was not to happen. He got hard, but not HARD.

I got a second load from him. The first one was great. This one was so incredibly bitter, it almost made me gag. What could have happened in the span of 45 minutes to make it go rancid?

But soon he was gone.

One booth was occupied when I got out. I could see through the hole he had major wood in his jeans but refused to take it out. After a bit, I left - so did he. What I think he really wanted was to see me. He did and went back in - so did I.

I was rewarded with the biggest dick yet. Long and fat and again, rock hard. I am loving this state! But right before he came, he pulled back. I did extend my tongue through the hole as far as it would go and was rewarded with the last few spurts on my tongue.

WHY oh why would you go through that effort to pump your nut onto the ground? Clearly you had a willing cocksucker.

I figured I had to go. I had dropped like $20 and did still need to travel another hour. I left and was getting into my car - and there was a note. Contact information from the guy I had serviced twice.

I guess he was in the lot when I entered, because I have no idea how he knew it was my car.

I cannot imagine me contacting him - but one just never knows.

Different But Not Different

2010-04-06T02:16:00.000-05:00

I'm thinking I should tread lightly with this post - but that's not necessarily my style, is it?

For the first time, I knowingly had sex with someone who reads my blog. Yes, I said knowingly. You kind of have to figure men are covert, deceptive, piggy and such, and some had to know they were having sex with a work-renowned sex blogger, right?

I don't have any kind of following in Greenland, all of China (I blame government censorship) or two-thirds of Africa (which I just blame poverty and no connectivity).

And since this guy knew I was a sex blogger, he also knew I'd be writing about it - right? Right! Eh, he's a big boy, he can take it.

And he is a big boy - pushing 9". .....but let's back up first and let me intro this.

#1 Blogger Fan (allegedly) contacted me any number of years ago and we've been in touch on and off ever since. Besides being a dedicated reader, he gets where I'm coming from on many fronts. After a few years, there isn't much he doesn't know of me.......and trust me, it ain't all pretty. We tried setting him up as a guest-blogger within my site, but he only had two entries.

It's not actually for his lack of sexual experience that has stopped him from writing, but he's not committed to it, I guess. No biggie. It was an experiment and one I would allow him to try again at some point.

Last time I was in his town, I had dinner with him. Just dinner. It was a first time meeting and it went well but did not end in sex - though if anyone had looked out the restaurant windows at just the right time, they would have seen me grab him by the back of the neck and stick my tongue in his mouth while we were in the parking lot, parting ways. He is a very sexy man.

I was back in town and very busy with work, and he was busy as well, but he wanted to see me - and vice versa. The only time I had was right before I left town, and said he could give me a ride to the airport. I might have asked for one. It's not like I needed the ride, that's what expense reports are for.

And when I say he wanted to "see" me, that's what I took it for. Time was limited and our last encounter ended in a kiss. I had no expectations. Hopes, sure - but not expectations.

He picked me up at my hotel and off we went. He wanted to show me his house and I was wanting to see it. Four floors of goodness. We started off on the main floor and when we went into the basement I was more hopeful, but then it was on to the other levels. Oh well.

However, once we completed the tour on the fourth level and just chatting about storage, he just turned to me and in a low guttural voice said, "get on your fuckin' knees - now!". I complied.

The thing about "Lou" is, he can go from nice guy to sex pig in 0.002 seconds flat - without missing a beat.

I gnawed at his crotch for only a little bit and went for his belt. I hadn't seen a belt buckle like that since I had been in cub scouts and it was part of my uniform, but I managed without his assistance. "Yeah, you know how to work all belts, don't you pig?" came from his mouth. I'm sure I smiled knowing that I did.

I opened his pants and out it plopped. Lou says he's 9", and he just might be - he's at least very close. Hell, if he is 9", it is 9" around! That boy is gifted in girth! The length ain't too shabby either, I must say.

He stood before me feeding me dick - big dick. As I've said before, I do so much better with a larger cock than a smaller or medium one. For some reason, I have no issue taking it to the back of my throat with zero gag reflex, even when he holds on to the back of my head and pumps. I actually do gag on smaller dicks - why is that? Lou says its because (and no offense, he preempted) I've got a wide mouth.

"Oh yeah, you're just as good as everyone says you are".

I'm sure what he meant was, I'm as good as I say everyone says I am - that is unless he's been contacting my unnamed tricks these last few years/decades, which oddly wouldn't surprise me all that much.

"Look up here". I did, cock still in mouth. He snapped a pic with his phone.

"This is for your blog"

Yeah - he knew I was gonna write about this!!

You can definitely see how wide he is, but it doesn't quite show you how long he is, or the curve that goes with it. It is a beautiful piece of meat. That's what it is, but that's how he treated me - to a degree.

At some point he sat down in a chair and I crawled between his legs and just sucked away. I started to forget about time or that damned flight I had to catch. I had to get him off.

This is a man who performs acts of self-love at least three times per day, so not knowing he would actually be meeting up with me had taken care of 'business' twice already before 3p. And as much as I would have liked to have taken care of it orally without any hand manipulation - his or mine - with my time constraints, there had to be a little help.

While he took matters into his hands for a moment, BikeGuy Jr. needed to be released from his jeans. It was too uncomfortable kneeling there with that tent. I stood up to unleash him and Lou seemed duly impressed. He commented at one point that the pictures didn't really lie or do it justice.

Oh, and Lou is not a bad cocksucker himself, though he didn't get my prize. Timing and priorities, ya know.

And the priority was getting him to ejaculate. Before going back to my knees, I leaned over and kissed him and kissed him hard. I'm 90% sure that got him harder and much closer to my goal. His goal too.

I was back on my knees sucking while he helped stroke it. Somewhere in there he muttered about next time it would be buried up my ass while I bit the pillow. NICE! Made me even harder.

The talk, the action, the kiss all took us where we wanted to go. Our not so final destination. That will be another visit. But Lou popped off a nice sized load - be it his first or third of the day. I held it in my mouth before swallowing, but looking up at him as I did it.

I pulled off....eventually....and then stood up and said, "now, take me to the airport!!!!".

Lou pulled himself together while I went down and waited in the kitchen. By the time he got there, I showed him what I had just typed into my iPhone:

"Here's what I just sent to 806 of my closest Twitter followers". He slyly smiled, and then drove me to the airport.

Make it Stop

2010-04-04T05:23:00.000-05:00

I can't say I was raped. Not in anyway shape or form.

Here's what I can say - I understand how people deal with the act of having sex with someone they'd rather not and how you hear about rape victims just closing their eyes and waiting/hoping for it to be over.

I was out of town. He messaged me on ManHunt. The description was nice, the pictures were promising. But real life has a way of fucking with that perception.

The man was african-american and had some really nice pictures. But in reality, he was not all that pleasant to look at or be with. Why I didn't just send him away, I do not know. I just didn't.

He wanted to kiss and I would have with the guy in the pics, who were him - so he didn't really misrepresent, he just had a really really good photographer.

He wanted to eat out my ass and sure, I allowed that. But his stubble was so wiry that it actually annoyed my ass. Of course, this was an hour after the Cowboy guy beat the shit out of it, so that might have had something to do with it, but only a little something.

And speaking of "little somethings" the penis wasn't what he said it was, or he's unable to use a tape measure accurately. 6" tops.

So he wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to go, so we compromised. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes and he fucked me. The only somewhat urging I did was to ask him to fuck me harder and faster because, well it would be over sooner. I needed it to be over.

I needed a cock and a load, but at what cost?

He had to know what was up, right - because I wasn't. Not in the slightest, nor did I attempt to manually try to get me there.

Listen guys, you know this blog is about the good and the bad. I had an incredible scene in the same room, same town a few hours before - anything else should have paled in comparison, but this one was just bad no matter what you put it up against.

I'd say: 'live and learn' but I rarely do. I take my chances. I gamble. Sometimes I lose.

Tuff as Nails

2010-04-02T06:55:00.006-05:00

Just saw your post. free here until 8pm or tmrw morning if you are around. horny masc bi verbal guy, real discrete. 5'8, 175, 38yrs. shaved head, thick beard, safe, ddf. thick five, sweet ass, three day load.'Safe' is a relative term.

His was a reply from a CL ad I posted while traveling for work. He was the last of my responders - hours after the fact - and as it turns out the only viable reply.

His picture was accurate, his stats were dead-on, especially the beard. Well groomed, it was, but thicker than I had ever seen on a man. It was to the point that I had to run my hand through it during our encounter. He didn't mention perfect teeth, which he had, and used to smile for pleasure and evil.

A little background: I normally post for guys who are aggressive and verbal to be a plus. I do that to try to get guys with a pulse. Usually you get barely get the "oh yeah, suck my cock..." and even then it's fairly anemic.

So even without that low benchmark, this guy would have blown everyone out of the water - with both aggression and verbally demeaning skills. The shaved head, perfect teeth and manly beard just added to the entire thing.

He knocked. I opened. He came in and started stripping. He talked about cocksuckers he knew from Toledo, Akron, and other NE Ohio cities, but never one from Cleveland. I wanted to give him one to talk about.

Immediately he took over. His mouth ran over with filth that I wish I could remember. If you recall when I talked about M, when I'm enamoured, I tend to get lost in the detail. Too lost. And to be honest, the way it all spilled out of his mouth - I could not do it, or him, justice in writing.

Like artists who can paint masterpieces with a brush, this man did it with words. Dirty dirty words.

He's also "aggressive" - in words and deeds.

I got down on my knees and he leaned against the wall, but before I could start my blowjob, he spit on my face. Big time.....and with aggression.

I know it is not everyone's cup of tea, but it turns me on and puts me in my place in a sexual/non-sexual kind of way. What I loved about it was, we had never discussed anything other than what was in the ad and he had me pegged - completely.

I did an expert job of blowing him - ask anyone. Definitely ask the people in adjoining room 1822. There is no way they didn't hear all of this. Every little bit.

"Cowboy" talked about the Ohio guys who had blown him and slipped in one who ate his hole great. I'm not saying he was manipulative to plant that in my head, but it certainly gave me the opening to snack on his ass.....and a challenge to do it better than that other guy. But I probably did play right into his hands - or ass, as it were.

This guy turned out to be all about getting his ass eaten. Lucky me. Lucky him. I ate, sucked, licked, lapped, tongued, tongue-fucked and kissed that hole for about 45 minutes. He was much cleaner when he left then when he walked in.

For most of the time he sat on my face, covering both my mouth and nose with his rump - and let me tell you, he did not give one care if I could get oxygen or not. He knew this was about him and not me. Good for him - bad for the air supply to my brain, but you do what you have to.

At some point I do remember him mentioning he'd like his girlfriend to see this so she'd know what it meant to eat ass. I don't know whether to believe he liked women or not (but here's hoping!) and I told him to bring her by - and that I'd show her!

The word "faggot" fell out of his mouth a lot and with ease and vile. Again, a huge turn-on for me. But he was aggressive and not just with unintended breath control. The man had a strong hand.

One reason things got a bit fuzzy was my lack of hearing. The man smacked me around so hard and so often there was a lot of ringing in my ears. His bending me over like he was going to fuck me (I knew he wouldn't though) was a good case to be more limber. He had me on my back but legs so far up and over that I actually ended up doing an unintentional somersault off the bed.

In all of this melee, at some point he had me on my belly and decided to start slapping my ass. Well - spanking it and hard! Beet red hard. He made sure to hit the exact same place over and over and over to get the maximum burn and hurt. I struggled but he didn't care that much and to be honest, I wasn't trying to get away that hard. I'm an almost 190 lb guy who works out a lot. If I didn't want to be there, I wasn't gonna be there.

There was additional smacking around - many body parts. He did mention that he had been frustrated all day and needed this kind of release. I was happy to provide it for him. There was additional ass eating, more spit and more cocksucking too. Oddly enough - no kissing! (i kid i kid - there was NEVER going to be any kissing!)

But he did get me on my back and fuck my face for the last time.....and this time to dump his load in me. I held it in my mouth and as I do so often, took his hand to my throat so he could feel me swallow his seed.

It was a risky move with this guy and he teetered. He did grab the the throat and felt it and that dazzling smile came over his face when he realized what I did it for, but that smile went from glee to sinister a bit and he kept squeezing and a bit harder. I wasn't really that worried, but he was a stranger and you just never know.

He got up and hit the hotel shower and to be honest, I stood there and watched him, mostly because he was a very good specimen to watch.

As he dressed, I did what I felt was necessary and just knelt in the room. Before he left, he came over and without any discussion points about this, I got one more hard smack across the face and big wad of spit on it too. Then he was gone.

Epilogue: the next day he emailed me telling me to get a big dildo and to be thirsty. He also left a time, but with my work schedule it was not going to work out - either me getting an opportunity to buy a dildo or even meeting up. The 'thirst' thing intrigued me though - at least from him.

I also found that my right shoulder was badly bruised in some kind of play we engaged in. He told me not to be a crybaby about it. I told him I wasn't - that it was a badge of honor!

Delivering a Fuck

2010-03-26T06:06:00.003-05:00

So, I was back at the bookstore - the only bookstore around - to find some fun.

I had gotten off a plane and had to drive near the place and thought I'd stop in. Still fresh from a long meeting and in a suit, I ducked in and paid the fee to go back and see what there was to see.

You know me, I was looking for cock and cum because that's who I am and what I am. But as I was paying, there is this other guy in a suit just hanging out inside near the register. I'm not sure if he's making time with the clerk or what, but I've never seen two guys in a suit in this place. This part of town is either all blue collar or unemployed. But even white collar dudes need sex, right?

I did the walk around and even though it was quitting time in the city, the place was fairly dead. I have no idea where all the cars in the parking lot are going - but there is a strip club attached, so maybe they are watching the pole dancing T&A show.

I took a seat in a booth and just hung out watching bad porn. As you can imagine, it wasn't long before Mr. Suit swung by and peeked in.

Peeked in turned to a grope and an unzipping of him and me - both at his hand. Before I had a chance to even check him out, he was on his knees swallowing my rod. While in theory he should have been a good cocksucker, I wasn't totally feeling it.

I say 'in theory' because he could take me all the way down and not feel his teeth - and he could impale himself on it orally with no trouble. But his motions were ok but nothing to excite me. And again, I had come here to do the same thing.

We got a few on-lookers, including one 20-something guy who was ok with a smallish dick. I made Mr. Suit suck him but the kid pushed him off a few times, clearly being too close and then he ended up shooting on the floor.

I told Mr. Suit if he wasn't gonna take that load, or mine, to get the fuck out now. He went back to my cock.

But then things changed. He had undone his belt and I thought I might get a chance at his medium sized prong. But that was not what he had in mind. He stood up and turned around to show me his ass.

I will say this, it was a nicely built butt with just the right amount of fur. He wanted me to fuck him - his actions told me so, but so did his words.

I stood up and he slobbered on my cock - stringy globs of spit. I put it up to the hole and sank in. Most of the way, anyway. He pulled off and re-lubed and did it again and again.

He claims it was hard to take, but I wasn't getting that from him. It went in too easily and that man was clean as a whistle. He was ready for this fuck. And at some point, I decided to give it to him. REALLY give it to him.

He wanted to adjust to my 8 inches - but I pushed him over, and he went there all too willingly. And then I started the in and out. As you know, I'm not much of a top but I try my best when I do it. My biggest concern is losing my erection because I just don't care that much about tapping ass.

I did ok though. It helped that a few guys stopped by to watch at least for a while. I do like an audience on whichever side of the stick I'm on. It helped that one guy was egging me on and telling me to 'pound his ass' and asking if it felt good - I gave a half-hearted shrug.

I had the guy bent over far and each time he tried to straighten up I pushed him back over. He was shorter anyway and I needed the angle for leverage. He was jacking as I fucked him and he said he couldn't wait to see me blow my load.

At that point I stopped. I made sure he and the guys watching heard what I said.

"You're not going to see it", I said.

"Why not???", the married faggot asked.

"You have my raw cock up your ass - do you actually think I'm going to pull out?"

He said nothing. I took it as a sign of acceptance or approval. Not that I really cared what he thought at that point. It was going to happen.

With me saying that, it did take me to a new level. My dick was rock solid and I think it pushed me closer to the edge. In a matter of minutes I was silently unloading up his butt.

The guy watching me knew what I was doing, but the fuckee wasn't 100% sure. The guy watching could see my face and it didn't hurt that I winked at him while shooting my nut.

I pulled out and was still clean except for some strings of my own jizz attached to my shaft. Easy enough to clean off and suit up.

Then I was out of there.

Got More

2010-03-14T06:29:00.001-05:00

Friday I was working from home, and while busy, I did have time to scour the internet for cock. I mean, I am after-all - ME.

I was hoping for a lunchtime feeding and wrote my CL ad as such. I tried to be creative since most of these things are so fucking sad and they don't even use punctuation.

Want Cock Sucked, the ads will say, but they don't put in the question mark, so you assume they want their cock sucked. Then get all bent out of shape when you say you want to suck theirs - which was never their intent. Morons.

Anyway, my nicely worded ad got me little to no traction. The creative is wasted on the uneducated. I got a seemingly great guy who was into it and talked a good game, but you kind of figure by the 7th email they are all talk and will never follow through. He got miffed when I told him to man-up or go away. You can figure which he did.

There were a few other responses, but by this time, lunch had come and gone. But I did opt to meet up with a guy who couldn't do anything until later. 47 yo, 5'10", 185 with hairy chest and legs.

I said yes, because, hell, I needed cock and a load and my options were clearly limited.

The doorbell rang exactly when he said he'd be there. I don't know how to describe him better than, imagine a sleazy porn producer. Tinted glasses, euro t-shirt, a crystal or two hanging around his neck. Swaggering with what seems like undeserved confidence.

I'm not saying this in a bad way - because right or wrong, there is something that is a turn on by the wrong kind of guy with the right kind of bravado. He immediately opened his pants and showed a nice thickening 8". The deal was done.

"Where do you wanna do it?" he asked. I got on my knees right there in the kitchen, a room we never left. Naturally, I did a great job providing head. I always try to and that is kind of my job - and the one I advertised to complete. I took him all the way down to his pubes, would hold the dick there and then come back to the head. Of course there was attention paid to the head and shaft with my tongue.

At one point he took a half or full step back and I had to lean forward to stay on the cock. In doing so, I rounded my back a bit and exposed my ass so he could lean over me and feel down my crack. Yeah, this guy knew what he was doing. He was experienced.

This is why Mr. Sleazy Porn Producer was good. He knew what to do and when to do it. This hands on my chest and nipples got me going. His touches to my hole, ever so lightly, really sealed the deal, though no one was willing to say anything at this point for fear of breaking the deal.

He pulled me up and stood behind me, ever so carefully playing with my nipples, which I've told you before are both 'on switches'. As he did that, he came closer attempting a dry hump, but what he was really doing was really testing the waters. I leaned over farther.

He took the hint. Soon his 8" member was between my crack and pressing at the entrance. I swiveled a bit and leaned over the kitchen island, thus non-verbally surrendering to his invasion.

Not a word was spoken from his end as he slid in, with only my spit on his cock. It was a bit rough to begin with, but with some nipple play, I opened up nicely for him.

Since he clearly had figured out I was willing, he took it as a sign to FUCK. And he did. It wasn't the longest session, but it was intense. Heavy breathing (both of us), moans (mostly me) and then a huge grunt (him).

He buckled and shook and unloaded up my ass. I remained propped on the island and took what I had basically asked for, even though it was not what the ad implied. It is still what I wanted. It was still what I needed.