Every once in awhile I circle back ‘round to the title of this blog. Addict. Sex, that is.
It is what I am. Nothing I am ashamed of. And completely self-diagnosed.
I don’t know all the background of addiction, but if made-for-TV-movies were to be believed, it seems that if it were drugs, alcohol, or an eating disorder, the signs and symptoms are all there, it is just that folks are really good at hiding these when things are under control (or they think they are).
But the underlying issue (if you want to call it that) is that usually their need takes precedent over their normal everyday life. In the right environment, it can still be controllable.
Take last Thursday.
I was going to a client site which is about a 3.5 hour drive – each way. Not content just to go to the site and back, I had to see if I could find sex on the way to and/or the way back. Though on-line services can be futile, imagine all the wasted hours of hoping someone decent would show up at a rest area or alleged cruising spot.
With the advent of manhunt and craigslist, as well as the smart phone, finding dick can be pretty sweet, though it seems a more clinical approach to doing it than hanging out in a dirty toilet for hours on end waiting to see who might show (um....I think I just turned myself on). For the traveling businessman, the new innovations aren’t a horrible thing.
So a few well placed ads in the few cities I was passing through along with some specific timetables and I was kind of good to go. I had a number of inquiries, but as you all know, those start to self-select as you weed through them. It left me with 3-4 viable candidates.
As I drove closer to this pass-through city, I was in contact with all. I knew I couldn’t do them all, but I eventually chose one over the other – and it might surprise you: someone who wanted my load, not someone to give me one. Oh – and it wasn’t to be sucked out of me either.
The pic he provided (which I was wanting to post, but it’s full face shot) seemed hottest of the bunch, which had something to do with it. But after meeting him he was just ok and something like Dorian Gray, his picture ended fitting his real life persona.
He was taller than I imagined. And tanner. With a lot more freckles. And a really small dick. But that last part didn’t matter to me, because the plan was to dick him.
Anyway, halfway through my actual business trip, I pulled off the highway and while on the phone got directions to his house. That set me back 15 minutes each way. Then there was the 30 minutes fuck. Great – already an hour added to my already long day, and I was going to be later to the client site than I wanted….but when the siren beckons, one must answer – no?
“Kevin” was a pretty good cocksucker and he pulled my dick out of my suit pants. Soon enough we were upstairs in the spare bedroom. Clearly the one room he used to “entertain”. I guess he didn’t want lube and sperm on his good 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets. I can’t really blame him – we’ve all done that before: tricks who are there to slum, not slumber.
I thought I could lessen my redress time by leaving my shirt and tie on, but that proved problematic as I was constantly in danger of getting lube on both of those items. I had to strip down. I made him leave his jockstrap on. I know guys like fucking me while I wear mine (they don’t call me BIKEguy for nothing ya know), so I thought I’d see if it was much of a turn on do it as a top.
I think this blog proves I am not much of a top, but I’m learning…or trying to. Kind of. But I’ve already surpassed this year the number of times I’ve fucked over the last like 10…and I’m still in the single digits. I’m getting better at it. I’ve decided to trust my instincts in how to do it and not worry as much about the mechanism.
We started out with Kevin on his back. It was ok to look at him while I pushed in, but for all his claim that it’d been ‘awhile’ since he got fucked, he had not resistance and no issue with me sinking right to the bottom. Hell, not even a groan. I’m more than nicely sized and I’m not even sure he knew I was in him.
But I knew. And it felt …..ok. I’d be lying if I said if felt great. It felt ok. I’ve been in asses that make you want to shoot almost right away because they are so tight. This was not one of those.
I varied the speed, the motion, the length of pull-out and push-in. I was in this for my own pleasure, not his. Isn’t that what a top does? Ok ok….before I get flack for that, for me, there is something to be said about one-sided sex. I find it can be really really hot.....even if I'm just the receptacle.
Eventually he got up on all fours and put his head to the pillow. I slathered more lube onto my bare dick and found an angle to get into him again. This time I decided to work it hard and achieve the goal we both had....giving him my load. I don't wear a watch, so I was only guestimating time I was behind for the actual job that pays me a check.
While I was planning on giving him my load, a few full pull-out then bottoming out motions got me there quicker than I had planned. Oh well. As I felt the inevitable start to happen, I was in complete pull-out mode. Luckily, this guy's hole was easy access and I got in an slid deep before the actual explosion.
Seven days of cum he got. He begged for it. I told him he was a fucking whore as I let my seed into him. I think he was ok with that. I was just going on what other guys would say to me as they did something similar.
I went and washed my dick clean (those hand towels in the guest rooms always look too nice to use - but what are you gonna do?) and started redressing.
As he stepped into the bathroom to do his clean-up....I let myself out the door without a word. I probably hit the highway ramp before he got out.
Rounding back to my intro - and I know I'm not the only one - but I always find it amazing what guys will do to get their nut (or to get one). I've done it all my sexual life.....placed myself in danger: of the law, of my employer, of boyfriends (mine or theirs), of wives.....whatever it takes.....just for sexual gratification.
....and I wouldn't change a thing.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
CL Hook-Up
Yes, I know I still haven’t finished relaying some of my DC stories from last trip – and yet I am slated to head back there in a week, from which I will have even MORE stories. I love traveling for work!
This encounter is more recent – from last Friday exactly.
I’m finding that craigslist is a much better on-line tool (hehehe, I said ‘tool’) than Manhunt, M4MSexNow, Cruisingforsex or Squirt – even with the anemic postings that Cleveland has. The response is more immediate and guys are seemingly more willing. I have found this true in other cities as well. Ok….enough of my on-line cruising habits…..
I placed a craigslist ad being vague as can be, as to leave the possibilities open as to guys who might like a menu of things. I hate to limit the responses I get because the ad limits what I state. If you read this thing, you know I’m open to most things – I just try not to scare guys off at first glance.
I got only a few responses, but each one viable. Timing though – and a flurry of emails really limited the choice to one.
‘Steve’ said he was 35, but could have passed for a guy in his 20s. It probably didn’t hurt that he lived younger than what I consider a normal 35 yo to live. But maybe I’m just an old man.
The apartment is new and overlooks the lake, but it is a one bedroom that has what I’d consider single-guy furniture. The tv as blasting TRL on MTV. Not only did I not know that the show was still on, the ‘music’ was distracting and just bad. How does a 35 yo suit-wearing, white collar man relate to Kanye West and the other rappers they had on the show? The AF underwear he wore (which didn’t stay on long) always says “I’m holding on to my youth as long as possible” kind of thing. Yes – I AM an old man.
Steve was about 6’ but slim. Not an ounce of fat on him, but hardly defined. Though 35 he looked boyish. Is it possible he hit the wrong key and meant ‘25’? He had a good tan and some nice tan lines.
In the whiter area he had a trimmed bush but a nice cock. His email exchange said 6.5”, but he was much closer to 7.5” – and a nice thick knob. The knob and the shaft disappeared down my mouth soon enough…..as he watched. I love guys who don’t always throw their head back and go into another world – though there is something to be said for that scenario.
I like the guys who live in the moment who know what is going on and acknowledge it – verbally and non. He loved the idea of watching every inch go away….then reappear. The process was repeated a few hundred times. Some of those were by my doing, some were by his hand on my head and hips thrusting. We alternated on who was passive – the eater or the feeder.
Steve also claimed to wanting his ass eaten. I had no issue doing that – even telling him he needn’t shower after getting home from work.
The guy had a nice butt – what can I say? My tongue found his crack and his hole. With him being bent over the couch and TRL blaring, I know he was saying something or at least moaning, but I never heard specifics. I was also up to my palate in hole.
I’ve mentioned before, regardless of their ads or their response ‘top’ never seems to mean much. Maybe I have a truly wrong impression of the word, but it is one where I never expect a guy to drop to his knees. Maybe I just have THAT nice of a rod that it turns them all queer. Ok….I kid…..kind of. I mean, I do have a really nice dick. I’d blow me if I could.
Anyway, more than once, Steve took swipes on my dick – and he was no novice. I mentioned I doubted this was his first time – and he responded, “you seem have done this a number of times yourself”. I couldn’t argue that one. I pride myself on the job that I do.
I won’t say he got me all the way down and he made no attempts to get the load out of it, but it felt damn good. The enveloped mouth over my shaft. I’ve had better, but it felt great at the moment.
Eventually he led me to his extremely small bedroom, but for how we were using it, the space was just fine. I alternated eating his dick and then his ass.
The hole was extremely responsive to my tongue and the air I’d blow on it. The thing would just wink at me. When my tongue would take a break, my wet thumb would run over it. Once the hole just opened up and swallowed the entire thumb. Little resistance, yet still snug and warm. I don’t think he’d only taken thumbs up there before either.
I asked him if he’d ever had an ice cube up there and he replied in the negative. I took it upon myself to go his freezer and take two out. Naturally I dulled the edges of the cubes by putting them into my mouth. But then I slipped them both up his ass. He shuddered, as they all do but loved it (as they all do). I’ll hand it to the boy, he held on to the melted water. There was no sucking it out of him.
But now he wanted to get off. I could have done it right then and there or held off another two hours. He was kind of hot. And into it!
I had Steve stand and I went down onto my knees and really started going for the prize. Rock hard he was and started telling me where the cum was and how close he was getting. I don't know if it was for his own amusement or if he thought I might change my mind and not take the load. I stayed on him and he started unloading.
For a guy who jacked off the night before, he had a pretty big fuckin load - but it was the force of how it came out that impressed me too.
Remembering something from one email - he said he liked to see his load. And since I like to hold it before I ingest it, with his dick still in my mouth, I opened wide so he could see shaft, tongue and spooge. He looked down and said "Awesome". Maybe he was 25.
Before I even made it home, he had sent an email my way: That was mad hot! Thanks. You are very sexy! That was great sex. Text me or email, ping me whenever.
Man - how fuckin needy! : ) He must be 25.
This encounter is more recent – from last Friday exactly.
I’m finding that craigslist is a much better on-line tool (hehehe, I said ‘tool’) than Manhunt, M4MSexNow, Cruisingforsex or Squirt – even with the anemic postings that Cleveland has. The response is more immediate and guys are seemingly more willing. I have found this true in other cities as well. Ok….enough of my on-line cruising habits…..
I placed a craigslist ad being vague as can be, as to leave the possibilities open as to guys who might like a menu of things. I hate to limit the responses I get because the ad limits what I state. If you read this thing, you know I’m open to most things – I just try not to scare guys off at first glance.
I got only a few responses, but each one viable. Timing though – and a flurry of emails really limited the choice to one.
‘Steve’ said he was 35, but could have passed for a guy in his 20s. It probably didn’t hurt that he lived younger than what I consider a normal 35 yo to live. But maybe I’m just an old man.
The apartment is new and overlooks the lake, but it is a one bedroom that has what I’d consider single-guy furniture. The tv as blasting TRL on MTV. Not only did I not know that the show was still on, the ‘music’ was distracting and just bad. How does a 35 yo suit-wearing, white collar man relate to Kanye West and the other rappers they had on the show? The AF underwear he wore (which didn’t stay on long) always says “I’m holding on to my youth as long as possible” kind of thing. Yes – I AM an old man.
Steve was about 6’ but slim. Not an ounce of fat on him, but hardly defined. Though 35 he looked boyish. Is it possible he hit the wrong key and meant ‘25’? He had a good tan and some nice tan lines.
In the whiter area he had a trimmed bush but a nice cock. His email exchange said 6.5”, but he was much closer to 7.5” – and a nice thick knob. The knob and the shaft disappeared down my mouth soon enough…..as he watched. I love guys who don’t always throw their head back and go into another world – though there is something to be said for that scenario.
I like the guys who live in the moment who know what is going on and acknowledge it – verbally and non. He loved the idea of watching every inch go away….then reappear. The process was repeated a few hundred times. Some of those were by my doing, some were by his hand on my head and hips thrusting. We alternated on who was passive – the eater or the feeder.
Steve also claimed to wanting his ass eaten. I had no issue doing that – even telling him he needn’t shower after getting home from work.
The guy had a nice butt – what can I say? My tongue found his crack and his hole. With him being bent over the couch and TRL blaring, I know he was saying something or at least moaning, but I never heard specifics. I was also up to my palate in hole.
I’ve mentioned before, regardless of their ads or their response ‘top’ never seems to mean much. Maybe I have a truly wrong impression of the word, but it is one where I never expect a guy to drop to his knees. Maybe I just have THAT nice of a rod that it turns them all queer. Ok….I kid…..kind of. I mean, I do have a really nice dick. I’d blow me if I could.
Anyway, more than once, Steve took swipes on my dick – and he was no novice. I mentioned I doubted this was his first time – and he responded, “you seem have done this a number of times yourself”. I couldn’t argue that one. I pride myself on the job that I do.
I won’t say he got me all the way down and he made no attempts to get the load out of it, but it felt damn good. The enveloped mouth over my shaft. I’ve had better, but it felt great at the moment.
Eventually he led me to his extremely small bedroom, but for how we were using it, the space was just fine. I alternated eating his dick and then his ass.
The hole was extremely responsive to my tongue and the air I’d blow on it. The thing would just wink at me. When my tongue would take a break, my wet thumb would run over it. Once the hole just opened up and swallowed the entire thumb. Little resistance, yet still snug and warm. I don’t think he’d only taken thumbs up there before either.
I asked him if he’d ever had an ice cube up there and he replied in the negative. I took it upon myself to go his freezer and take two out. Naturally I dulled the edges of the cubes by putting them into my mouth. But then I slipped them both up his ass. He shuddered, as they all do but loved it (as they all do). I’ll hand it to the boy, he held on to the melted water. There was no sucking it out of him.
But now he wanted to get off. I could have done it right then and there or held off another two hours. He was kind of hot. And into it!
I had Steve stand and I went down onto my knees and really started going for the prize. Rock hard he was and started telling me where the cum was and how close he was getting. I don't know if it was for his own amusement or if he thought I might change my mind and not take the load. I stayed on him and he started unloading.
For a guy who jacked off the night before, he had a pretty big fuckin load - but it was the force of how it came out that impressed me too.
Remembering something from one email - he said he liked to see his load. And since I like to hold it before I ingest it, with his dick still in my mouth, I opened wide so he could see shaft, tongue and spooge. He looked down and said "Awesome". Maybe he was 25.
Before I even made it home, he had sent an email my way: That was mad hot! Thanks. You are very sexy! That was great sex. Text me or email, ping me whenever.
Man - how fuckin needy! : ) He must be 25.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Last Day in Town
This story is from my 2nd last trip to DC. I haven't even started blogging about my last trip! Fear not - it will happen.
Even though my last day from my last trip to DC was only half a day, and I worked 3hrs of that, never let it be said I didn’t pack as much as I could into the time I had.
…and of course, this time, I was the one packed.
The morning started with two blowjobs. The first one I gave. The guy was ok. Fair dick, fair body. Nothing special. I took the load like a trooper.
I knew guy #2 was coming over, but I also knew I had to get to work. So while I waited, I showered and got ready for the Metro commute. I also made sure my luggage was pretty much packed so I could come back and head out to the airport.
“John” knocked on my door. He had no pic when he replied to my ad, but I didn’t care much. His virtual description didn’t do the actual man justice. 6ft, 180, light brown hair and goatee. Nice body with his professional dress on.
But this I did know from him – just by looking: he was a cocksucker. My ad was to eat breakfast, not serve it. But like I said, he was hot and I’m ok with give and take. And I wasn’t going to give something without some reciprocation. And he seemed cool with it.
The guy was clearly cut from the same cloth I was. Dirty mind, open to almost anything and a nice dick.
He was the kind of guy I could have spent hours playing with. Unfortunately we only had less than 30 minutes. We barely left the doorway when he was down on his knees. After a few minutes of that, it was my turn. He had a beautiful thick cock.
We danced around what we were into – and it turns out we didn’t have to. Some guys will skirt the kink issues so not to feel too far out there and scare their potential partners. I’m not immune to this and usually let the other guy take the lead in his likes/dislikes and then I might subtly try to push that envelope.
Anyway the dance didn’t take long. He liked fucking, and sucking (giving or taking), piss and he sported a nice big bruise on his back. Granted it could have been from some slip, but I’d venture to guess he liked things a little rough and got them that way. I can appreciate that. I can take a bruise somewhere that might not be on my face, though there is something admirable about wearing it when you wanted it.
It got to the point where I knew I was going to be the top for the rest of this encounter. That was ok. I had a load I needed to lose. We moved our fun into the bathroom because I was in the mood to see ourselves in the mirror. It was also easier to bend him over the sink and lube up too. Which is exactly what I did.
He moaned but it was a good moan. He didn’t fight a thing. I slid in with little effort but it was hard to keep in him. Maybe it was the angle. Maybe it was all the poppers I had been doing. I knew it was not the way I would finish – but I also knew that I wasn’t going to waste the load. He knew it too. I told him so in no uncertain terms. He was enthused by this.
Though I had gotten a number of guys off this trip, my load was still packed in my nuts – though not securely. Not at this point. I was dangerously close and I was also watching the clock. I told the guy I was ready to go and and was going to blow his fucking head off. He was more than admirable on taking the huge nut I was giving him. There were pauses where I thought I might actually gag him, but he didn’t quite hit that mark. Good boy.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
When I finally pulled out (all cleaned up I might add) he immediately stood up, but I wasn’t in the mood to go to my knees. I soon regretted that when he shot off. As hard and as far as I would have shot that multi-day load, he humbled me with his volume, strength and length of his shooting. I have rarely been that impressed.
Almost a first, I walked out with him, as I was running late. I never socialize like this after a trick.
Anyhoo….after I did my client visit, I turned on my phone (couldn’t have it on there) and there was a message. The guy from the day before was pimping me out….again. And the guy was different. We made arrangement to meet at my hotel. I had to go back and grab my luggage before heading to the airport. I had time for a quickie. I’m bad that way. I have ended up being late or missing things just for sex. Hell, I’m an addict. We do these things. But this was a plane…..I had to catch.
The other guy was hot. This john was ok. And he was a smoker and wanted to make out. I couldn’t do it. And worse- menthol. And mostly bottom. But true to form, I got what I wanted/needed and it was his smallish dick up my ass. And I got his load too. He did get me to shoot though. Second time in three hours. And it was a big load, hitting my chest, chin, side of the head.
I kicked his ass out and hit the shower before I had to check out. In the airport, I went to scratch my head and found a huge clump of dried sperm caught in my buzzcut. I wonder who noticed…..as if I fuckin’ cared.
Even though my last day from my last trip to DC was only half a day, and I worked 3hrs of that, never let it be said I didn’t pack as much as I could into the time I had.
…and of course, this time, I was the one packed.
The morning started with two blowjobs. The first one I gave. The guy was ok. Fair dick, fair body. Nothing special. I took the load like a trooper.
I knew guy #2 was coming over, but I also knew I had to get to work. So while I waited, I showered and got ready for the Metro commute. I also made sure my luggage was pretty much packed so I could come back and head out to the airport.
“John” knocked on my door. He had no pic when he replied to my ad, but I didn’t care much. His virtual description didn’t do the actual man justice. 6ft, 180, light brown hair and goatee. Nice body with his professional dress on.
But this I did know from him – just by looking: he was a cocksucker. My ad was to eat breakfast, not serve it. But like I said, he was hot and I’m ok with give and take. And I wasn’t going to give something without some reciprocation. And he seemed cool with it.
The guy was clearly cut from the same cloth I was. Dirty mind, open to almost anything and a nice dick.
He was the kind of guy I could have spent hours playing with. Unfortunately we only had less than 30 minutes. We barely left the doorway when he was down on his knees. After a few minutes of that, it was my turn. He had a beautiful thick cock.
We danced around what we were into – and it turns out we didn’t have to. Some guys will skirt the kink issues so not to feel too far out there and scare their potential partners. I’m not immune to this and usually let the other guy take the lead in his likes/dislikes and then I might subtly try to push that envelope.
Anyway the dance didn’t take long. He liked fucking, and sucking (giving or taking), piss and he sported a nice big bruise on his back. Granted it could have been from some slip, but I’d venture to guess he liked things a little rough and got them that way. I can appreciate that. I can take a bruise somewhere that might not be on my face, though there is something admirable about wearing it when you wanted it.
It got to the point where I knew I was going to be the top for the rest of this encounter. That was ok. I had a load I needed to lose. We moved our fun into the bathroom because I was in the mood to see ourselves in the mirror. It was also easier to bend him over the sink and lube up too. Which is exactly what I did.
He moaned but it was a good moan. He didn’t fight a thing. I slid in with little effort but it was hard to keep in him. Maybe it was the angle. Maybe it was all the poppers I had been doing. I knew it was not the way I would finish – but I also knew that I wasn’t going to waste the load. He knew it too. I told him so in no uncertain terms. He was enthused by this.
Though I had gotten a number of guys off this trip, my load was still packed in my nuts – though not securely. Not at this point. I was dangerously close and I was also watching the clock. I told the guy I was ready to go and and was going to blow his fucking head off. He was more than admirable on taking the huge nut I was giving him. There were pauses where I thought I might actually gag him, but he didn’t quite hit that mark. Good boy.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
John on my dick (click to image to enlarge)
Almost a first, I walked out with him, as I was running late. I never socialize like this after a trick.
Anyhoo….after I did my client visit, I turned on my phone (couldn’t have it on there) and there was a message. The guy from the day before was pimping me out….again. And the guy was different. We made arrangement to meet at my hotel. I had to go back and grab my luggage before heading to the airport. I had time for a quickie. I’m bad that way. I have ended up being late or missing things just for sex. Hell, I’m an addict. We do these things. But this was a plane…..I had to catch.
The other guy was hot. This john was ok. And he was a smoker and wanted to make out. I couldn’t do it. And worse- menthol. And mostly bottom. But true to form, I got what I wanted/needed and it was his smallish dick up my ass. And I got his load too. He did get me to shoot though. Second time in three hours. And it was a big load, hitting my chest, chin, side of the head.
I kicked his ass out and hit the shower before I had to check out. In the airport, I went to scratch my head and found a huge clump of dried sperm caught in my buzzcut. I wonder who noticed…..as if I fuckin’ cared.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Get the Load Out
I know I have a few other DC stories to relay from my last work trip, but I thought I would post regarding a feeding I provided just yesterday. 
Posted on craigslist, under ‘Men For Men’, the ad appealed to me more because of his location: a hotel two blocks from where I work. His physical description and picture (below) weren’t too shabby either.
The other reason I was taken by the ad was more selfish: I hadn’t come in 11 days. If you read here regularly, you know I rarely do solo jack-off. I might stroke it while giving head or getting fucked. And of course, I get off when getting sucked or pumping butt.
“Nick” was 31, 5’6”, 145. And the picture doesn’t do his body justice. The man was built and toned. And smooth. Normally I’m not into smooth men, but he pulled it off pretty well.
He also sported a wedding ring.
The ad read MWM for discreet bi, straight or married men. Ok – I’m none of those. If I were discreet, I wouldn’t be posting this for 400 people a day to be reading it here. But on the other hand, I’m not giving names, phone numbers or email addresses. The pictures I usually post don’t give their identity away.
…but I am also not bi, or married or straight. Let alone a combo of those. And I don’t think he was either – though he claimed to be.
The ad also read for ‘watching porn, jack-off….maybe more’. There is always more.
He agreed to have me over after work, even though I provided no picture of myself. I always give an accurate description. Obviously I have pictures, but didn’t have them with me at work.
As agreed, I called him when I walked down to the hotel. When asked if I was, bi or straight – I lied and said bi. Fuck – I’m not even bilingual.
I went up to his room and he took his time opening the door. I’ll assume he was assessing me via the peephole in his door. You can’t blame him – I do the same thing. Upon entering, the blinds were drawn and nary a light on, save his laptop which was playing really bad straight porn.
We stood in front of the hotel desk that held his laptop. I hauled out my dick while he stood there nekkid. Eventually he reached over and grabbed my dick…but only for a second. He seemed tentative at first. Then he went for my nuts with the same hesitation.
Barely under his breath he asked if I ever had someone lick my balls. I told him I had and loved it and then slyly suggested that he might like to try it. He was all too eager. But eager doesn’t make for a good sack lapper.
After he took a few laps, even more of a low mutter, he asked ‘do you like to do anything else?’. BINGO. There was no way this guy wasn’t a complete cocksucker. I’ve been around the block enough to know.
I replied, ‘what guy doesn’t like getting his cock sucked?’. Then followed up with, ‘do you wanna taste it?” He nodded his head. I knew he would.
But Nick didn’t just want to get on his knees. He wanted to be on his back in his hotel bed with me feeding him. This was no novice. Kicking off my shoes and dropping my pants, I climbed on the bed and obliged his wish. I’m kidding no one here when I say I was still doing this more for me than him.
I eased part of my 8” into his mouth, which met with no resistance. NONE. I kept sinking until my balls and base hit his lips. Clearly he was no novice at this. Especially when upon withdraw of my shaft, he asked me to fuck his pussy mouth.
I can totally relate to this guy. He saw his mouth as a cunt – and he advertised for married men, straight or bi. I’ve been in his shoes….or out of them, as the case may be.
At one point, I went on my back and encouraged him to go down on my dick. I told him I was marveled at how I could watch it disappear, inch by inch…and all of it at that. During breaks he’d tell me how his wife loved to get fucked and how he liked to see guys fuck her.
He wondered out loud if I thought his mouth felt like his wife’s pussy. I told him he’d have to tighten his lips to make it feel like that. Hey, if wanted to live this fantasy, I could hold up my end of the bargain. I played it just right – telling him how I’d like to fuck his wife while he was down there licking my shaft at the same time. He certainly responded to this kind of behaviour. Lord knows, in the past, I have too.
Nick finally told me he wanted me to fuck his mouth again – with him on his back. I ended up getting into push-up position and deep-dicking his throat. I think this is the first time this has happened to me on the feeding end. I cannot count the number times I’ve taken it that way on the eating end.
The man’s mouth was like velvet and he had no gag reflex. None. If this guy was bi (or married), I’m the straightest man out there.
I told him in no uncertain terms my load was to be swallowed and he had no issue with that. He didn’t even flinch when I told him it was an 11 day load. And when I shot, he never once gagged, or looked like he’d panic nor did he miss a drop. Not bad when you’re pinned between a man and a bed with nowhere to go.
I don’t know if it just slid down his throat, because never once did I feel him gulp any semen into his belly.
I kept my dick in his mouth, milking the shaft for a good long while, making sure there was nothing left for me to clean up when I pulled out. Nick was stroking off – or trying too. His dick, which by the way, was slim, but a good 7” long was just being abused by his fist.
Though Nick claimed I was the first and only guy he got off (ha!), it couldn’t have been the first time that day he’d ejaculated. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a small load come out of a grown man before. I wasn’t even sure he shot. But he did.
As he worried about cleaning up (huh??), I pulled myself together and left him while he was in the bathroom.
I’d gotten what I came for.
Monday, May 28, 2007
1+1 (x2)+1+2 = 6
It's simple math. No Excel formulas truly necessary.
On my last post, I ended saying I needed to advertise on craigslist for an early morning feeding. I can honestly say the ad was a success. Highly successful in fact.
I got some immediate responses that looked more than promising. It became a matter of timing, since I had said yes to both and one didn't want any kind of group action.
The first guy (I'll call Paul) was great. Macho. Shaved head. Good body. And a good sized dick which was also thick.
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Not bad, huh? Soon after his knock on my door, I was on my knees with my lips at his short hairs. It felt great. It tasted great. As usually happens, when I pull out my dick to stroke during these sessions, the guy now wants to reciprocate. Paul was no different - but at least he was a good cocksucker.
However, things kicked up a notch when he saw the Astroglide at my bedside. Without a word, he slicked up this wide penis and rubbed it against my hole. With a big hit of poppers, I let him in. Paul was a masterful fucker.
Here's a word to many tops out there - you're not as good at fucking as you think you are. No offense. But it takes finesse to really be a good fucker. Not a lover, but a fucker. Paul was GOOD. The speed, the force, the pulsing, the variation - was one of the best fucks I've ever had......and I've been boned once or twice.
He slowed up and I think he was going to pull out. I just muttered in my dirtiest voice, 'keep going......don't stop until you're fuckin' done'. He didn't need to be told twice. With a few more pushes and LOUD grunt, he unloaded up my hairy ass.
Before he left, I told him I was there the next few days and he was welcome back anytime I wasn't working.
About 10 minutes later, guy #2 showed up at my hotel room. His face was better than his pic, but his body had seen better days. His cock was pretty nice though. He just dropped his short to show me this:
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What he lacked physically, he made up for with his attitude. He was there to be serviced....and made sure I knew my place. You really have to admire that.
He had me on my back on the bed as he fucked my mouth. Even though the dick was 7.5", with the angle, I took it with ease. The entire time he was just looking down at me, literally and figuratively. He seemed amazed that I never tasted the load he shot in my gullet. I had to explain the angle and how deep he was - there aren't tastebuds back that far. I could feel it slide down my throat, but I never tasted it.
He solved that problem by putting his dick back in my mouth and treating me to another face fuck and another load. This time pulling back enough for me to taste his spooge. The 2nd load was pretty big too.
I jumped in the shower and changed for work before guy #3 showed up.
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As you can see, he had a nice dick. He was italian looking, but facially, he wasn't as hot as his cock. I wasn't gonna look at his face....or so I thought. It didn't take long for him to get off...and I took every drop. But then he wanted mine, but not in his mouth - on his face.
I hate wasting my load that way. But I had just gotten 4 loads out of 3 guys and was about to be out working for the next 10 hours. I HAD to get off. ...and I did. A humongous load that coated his face....got in his eyes...in his ears...in his hair. I was unapologetic. He's lucky he got to use one of my hotel towels.
Ok....4 down, 2 to go. But the last 2 came later in the day. I did have to work.
While checking my email out on the Metro, Paul (guy #1) said he had a buddy he thought I'd like and gave him my phone number. He fuckin' pimped me out!!!!!!!! ....I can't even tell you how much of a turn-on that was to me.
The guy (Steve) called and wanted to come over. Paul never mentioned what we had done, so I don't know what this guy was expecting. Before Steve got there, Paul called and asked if I wanted him to come by also. I'm not shy - so I said yes. I had no ideas on what Steve might have thought.
Steve got there first. Dark hair on the sides and very bleached on the top, which was also sculpted into a peak. I could see his dick through his jeans. The man was going commando. Love it! I told him we were going to be joined by Paul, and he was cool with it.
I got into sucking Steve's cock, which was a little longer and thicker than Paul's, when there was a knock at the door. I answered while nekkid and without ever looking through the peep. I didn't care who might be there at that point.
Soon enough we were all stripped down. It went from me sucking one of them, while the other sucked the other (follow that?), or me putting both their rods in my mouth while they made out (which was my favourite). I love it when guys are into each other, but using me as a vessel for them getting off. It's like I'm there, but not even there.
Yes, sometimes (many) I like to feel insignificant during sex. A lesser person. Almost a non-entity. That is probably as sub as I get, but I get it......and I get off on it, though usually later.
If there was any doubt I was going to get fucked (again), it was dispelled when Paul told Steve what a nice ass I had. Steve greased Paul up, as the plan was for him to go first and make sure I was ready for Steve's bigger dick. I asked Steve to get my camera and take some picks of that dick in my hole.
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Maybe I was sore from the morning pounding, or maybe Paul was showing off for Steve. He wasn't as skilled and didn't take his time like he had done earlier. When I asked for a little more lube, Paul pulled out and let Steve take over.
Steve was a good good fuck. Hard, unrelenting thrusts and yet still made us both feel great. He and Paul were talking about my ass...and about his fucking and the load that was coming. Again, I was a 3rd class citizen in my own hotel, even though it was my holes they were using.
Steve threw his head back and said 'FUCK' over and over and his jism pumped up my ass. He let it slide out and flopped into a chair. I was expecting and wanting Paul to take his place, but he said he couldn't hold off and shot a load onto my chest and arm.
Continuing the theme, I lay there as the two got into the shower together and did lord knows what. I wasn't invited, though I don't know I would have been rejected if I tried to join.
6 loads in a day and I completed more than a full work day. And it wasn't even 7p yet.
G-d, I'm a fuckin slut.
On my last post, I ended saying I needed to advertise on craigslist for an early morning feeding. I can honestly say the ad was a success. Highly successful in fact.
I got some immediate responses that looked more than promising. It became a matter of timing, since I had said yes to both and one didn't want any kind of group action.
The first guy (I'll call Paul) was great. Macho. Shaved head. Good body. And a good sized dick which was also thick.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
However, things kicked up a notch when he saw the Astroglide at my bedside. Without a word, he slicked up this wide penis and rubbed it against my hole. With a big hit of poppers, I let him in. Paul was a masterful fucker.
Here's a word to many tops out there - you're not as good at fucking as you think you are. No offense. But it takes finesse to really be a good fucker. Not a lover, but a fucker. Paul was GOOD. The speed, the force, the pulsing, the variation - was one of the best fucks I've ever had......and I've been boned once or twice.
He slowed up and I think he was going to pull out. I just muttered in my dirtiest voice, 'keep going......don't stop until you're fuckin' done'. He didn't need to be told twice. With a few more pushes and LOUD grunt, he unloaded up my hairy ass.
Before he left, I told him I was there the next few days and he was welcome back anytime I wasn't working.
About 10 minutes later, guy #2 showed up at my hotel room. His face was better than his pic, but his body had seen better days. His cock was pretty nice though. He just dropped his short to show me this:
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He had me on my back on the bed as he fucked my mouth. Even though the dick was 7.5", with the angle, I took it with ease. The entire time he was just looking down at me, literally and figuratively. He seemed amazed that I never tasted the load he shot in my gullet. I had to explain the angle and how deep he was - there aren't tastebuds back that far. I could feel it slide down my throat, but I never tasted it.
He solved that problem by putting his dick back in my mouth and treating me to another face fuck and another load. This time pulling back enough for me to taste his spooge. The 2nd load was pretty big too.
I jumped in the shower and changed for work before guy #3 showed up.
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I hate wasting my load that way. But I had just gotten 4 loads out of 3 guys and was about to be out working for the next 10 hours. I HAD to get off. ...and I did. A humongous load that coated his face....got in his eyes...in his ears...in his hair. I was unapologetic. He's lucky he got to use one of my hotel towels.
Ok....4 down, 2 to go. But the last 2 came later in the day. I did have to work.
While checking my email out on the Metro, Paul (guy #1) said he had a buddy he thought I'd like and gave him my phone number. He fuckin' pimped me out!!!!!!!! ....I can't even tell you how much of a turn-on that was to me.
The guy (Steve) called and wanted to come over. Paul never mentioned what we had done, so I don't know what this guy was expecting. Before Steve got there, Paul called and asked if I wanted him to come by also. I'm not shy - so I said yes. I had no ideas on what Steve might have thought.
Steve got there first. Dark hair on the sides and very bleached on the top, which was also sculpted into a peak. I could see his dick through his jeans. The man was going commando. Love it! I told him we were going to be joined by Paul, and he was cool with it.
I got into sucking Steve's cock, which was a little longer and thicker than Paul's, when there was a knock at the door. I answered while nekkid and without ever looking through the peep. I didn't care who might be there at that point.
Soon enough we were all stripped down. It went from me sucking one of them, while the other sucked the other (follow that?), or me putting both their rods in my mouth while they made out (which was my favourite). I love it when guys are into each other, but using me as a vessel for them getting off. It's like I'm there, but not even there.
Yes, sometimes (many) I like to feel insignificant during sex. A lesser person. Almost a non-entity. That is probably as sub as I get, but I get it......and I get off on it, though usually later.
If there was any doubt I was going to get fucked (again), it was dispelled when Paul told Steve what a nice ass I had. Steve greased Paul up, as the plan was for him to go first and make sure I was ready for Steve's bigger dick. I asked Steve to get my camera and take some picks of that dick in my hole.
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Steve was a good good fuck. Hard, unrelenting thrusts and yet still made us both feel great. He and Paul were talking about my ass...and about his fucking and the load that was coming. Again, I was a 3rd class citizen in my own hotel, even though it was my holes they were using.
Steve threw his head back and said 'FUCK' over and over and his jism pumped up my ass. He let it slide out and flopped into a chair. I was expecting and wanting Paul to take his place, but he said he couldn't hold off and shot a load onto my chest and arm.
Continuing the theme, I lay there as the two got into the shower together and did lord knows what. I wasn't invited, though I don't know I would have been rejected if I tried to join.
6 loads in a day and I completed more than a full work day. And it wasn't even 7p yet.
G-d, I'm a fuckin slut.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Midnight Snack
Last night was salvaged!
In DC again - the land of a 1000 craigslist postings. So one who posts (me) is easy to get lost. I had some initial takers, even a hottie who called me as he was getting in a cab to come here. His cab better have been in a fucking accident that killed him....b/c he never called back, showed or answered my calls or emails.
Or the guy who wanted to get sucked.....then changed his mind that I go to him....then later....then after midnight. Like I was walking into that scenario!
But a guy did email me his pics which were pretty fuckin hot. 8x5". I wanted to be all over that. Though it was 11p, he would come to me and he did.
Not shy at all. He just came into the room undid his shorts, which dropped to his ankles and stood there waiting. I went to my knees like I knew he expected and took care of him. Though he had just gotten off that morning, he said he had a load to release.
It took a few minutes to work him up to an erection, but it was a nice one and true to his email. His aural responses to what I was doing indicated he liked my technique, though he never really got verbal without prompting.
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He also never looked down at me...or rarely. Hands on hips he looked forward or had his head tilted back.
After awhile he sat in the hotel chair, head titlted way back. At this point, though I don't think I'm bad looking, I dont' think he was picturing his mind a guy doing this. He wanted to mentally remove himself from a guy sucking his cock. If he wanted to imagine a chick - so be it. I was gonna get the load.
After about 30 minutes of sucking I got my reward too. And for someone who shot earlier in the day, he had a huge and thick load. It was a great way to end the disappointing evening.
Now I have to post to get a hot protien breakfast served to my room. (wink)
In DC again - the land of a 1000 craigslist postings. So one who posts (me) is easy to get lost. I had some initial takers, even a hottie who called me as he was getting in a cab to come here. His cab better have been in a fucking accident that killed him....b/c he never called back, showed or answered my calls or emails.
Or the guy who wanted to get sucked.....then changed his mind that I go to him....then later....then after midnight. Like I was walking into that scenario!
But a guy did email me his pics which were pretty fuckin hot. 8x5". I wanted to be all over that. Though it was 11p, he would come to me and he did.
Not shy at all. He just came into the room undid his shorts, which dropped to his ankles and stood there waiting. I went to my knees like I knew he expected and took care of him. Though he had just gotten off that morning, he said he had a load to release.
It took a few minutes to work him up to an erection, but it was a nice one and true to his email. His aural responses to what I was doing indicated he liked my technique, though he never really got verbal without prompting.
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He also never looked down at me...or rarely. Hands on hips he looked forward or had his head tilted back.
After awhile he sat in the hotel chair, head titlted way back. At this point, though I don't think I'm bad looking, I dont' think he was picturing his mind a guy doing this. He wanted to mentally remove himself from a guy sucking his cock. If he wanted to imagine a chick - so be it. I was gonna get the load.
After about 30 minutes of sucking I got my reward too. And for someone who shot earlier in the day, he had a huge and thick load. It was a great way to end the disappointing evening.
Now I have to post to get a hot protien breakfast served to my room. (wink)
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Pumpin' Butt
I have to say, I'm becoming more and more comfortable in my 'versatile' role.
Don't get me wrong, I still think I self-identify as cock/cum pig most of the time, but it is harder and harder to get laid with such defined labels. It's easier to get what I want when I travel for business. There always seems to be a plethora of guys out there wanting to play on some level. And really - what is a boy to do after he's worked a long day and now back in his hotel room??
But this is actually an in-town story. After my last travel to DC, I was building up a load. 13 days to be exact. Readers here will know that I don't normally jack myself off. I wait to get off while getting a guy off, or lately - letting some guy take care of it for me.
Anyway, I put an ad out on craigslist regarding my 13 day load predicament. I tried to keep the ad open, but had some things in there I wanted specifically. Mainly gimme your fuckin stats and a place to do it that was in downtown. ...oh, and they had to take the load.
For some reason this town has a bunch of fuckin' flakes. Guys who can't read (or won't). Or the guy who got all fuckin' huffy with me via email because I didn't 'thank' him for complimenting me in his email. The string of emails he left was clearly a man unhinged. There is probably a crawl-space with body parts of men he's been with who have disappeared.
Most guys didn't have a place. Couldn't host. Didn't have stats. I mostly didn't give them the time of day.
There were a few that I've kept in my 'inbox' (so to speak) for future reference because they at least sounded promising, though there was nothing the could do for me during a lunch/work-day release.
Two could. I hedged my bets and made arrangements with both of them. One was to blow me in a parking garage stairwell. One was in his hotel room a few blocks from my office. I staked out my place in the garage and saw the guy coming for a few floors below. F'ugly. Nothing like his picture represented. NOTHING. ..and he flitted. You could see it from 5 stories up. I went out the back entrance and headed to the hotel.
The guy there wasn't exactly like his pics, but not horrible. He had a nice dick on him, but was more interested in mine. With just my cock out of my suit fly, he performed some great fellatio. I hauled out my nuts through the zipper and told him to work on those too. I love having my balls lapped on. I hope when I do it to a guy it feels at least half as good as how it does to me.
The guy (I never got a name) got up and laid on the bed and stroked his big dick. I felt the need to taste it. And naturally, though big, I took it to the root. Hey! I'm still a well-trained cocksucker.
When I pulled off, I asked him what got him off...as my interest in getting off started to wane. But he said something I experience a lot. Due to the size of his dick, most guys want him to fuck or guys want to suck him. He liked to get fucked too. My interest now started going to his hole....my hard hard 8" dick and my now 13 day load.
Though he had rubbers and lube on the bedside table, he never made a sound when I just reached for one of the items. I lubed up my dick and his ass turned up and he scooted to the edge of the bed.
Like a pro, his hole just invited my dick into him. All the way, I might add.
I don't think I've ever tried to pass myself off as a good fucker. It feels great, but I can't ever hold off. I also don't get a lot of practice.
Something about his ass though felt so good. I just worked it and my dick. Bottoming out in him and then still jabbed at him. If he was uncomfortable, he never showed it. He asked for it harder. I would for a few seconds but really didn't want to lose the load yet and it was a possibility if I kept at that pace.
I did get to pull out and push back in over and over. The rub against the head of my prick felt great. After about 15-20 minutes (my longest fuck?) he really wanted it. I also had a schedule to keep but almost hated to lose such a big load....but I went for it.
I POUNDED him and was quiet about it when I was cumming. He never asked me to pull out - and even if he did, I don't think I would have obliged. I could feel myself shooting over and over again, but clearly he couldn't. That surprised and disappointed me.
I stayed in him for a bit as he jacked. He was jacking hard, but not getting anywhere. My shaft slipped out dragging some of my spoooge with me. He'd be feeling that for a few hours.
Not to be rude, but he repositioned himself to jack.....I went to wash my dick off. He was very clean, but I didn't want him on me all day. : )
He was still pumping his dick as I thanked him and walked out the door back to work. On the way back, I called a bud to tell him what I just did.
Don't get me wrong, I still think I self-identify as cock/cum pig most of the time, but it is harder and harder to get laid with such defined labels. It's easier to get what I want when I travel for business. There always seems to be a plethora of guys out there wanting to play on some level. And really - what is a boy to do after he's worked a long day and now back in his hotel room??
But this is actually an in-town story. After my last travel to DC, I was building up a load. 13 days to be exact. Readers here will know that I don't normally jack myself off. I wait to get off while getting a guy off, or lately - letting some guy take care of it for me.
Anyway, I put an ad out on craigslist regarding my 13 day load predicament. I tried to keep the ad open, but had some things in there I wanted specifically. Mainly gimme your fuckin stats and a place to do it that was in downtown. ...oh, and they had to take the load.
For some reason this town has a bunch of fuckin' flakes. Guys who can't read (or won't). Or the guy who got all fuckin' huffy with me via email because I didn't 'thank' him for complimenting me in his email. The string of emails he left was clearly a man unhinged. There is probably a crawl-space with body parts of men he's been with who have disappeared.
Most guys didn't have a place. Couldn't host. Didn't have stats. I mostly didn't give them the time of day.
There were a few that I've kept in my 'inbox' (so to speak) for future reference because they at least sounded promising, though there was nothing the could do for me during a lunch/work-day release.
Two could. I hedged my bets and made arrangements with both of them. One was to blow me in a parking garage stairwell. One was in his hotel room a few blocks from my office. I staked out my place in the garage and saw the guy coming for a few floors below. F'ugly. Nothing like his picture represented. NOTHING. ..and he flitted. You could see it from 5 stories up. I went out the back entrance and headed to the hotel.
The guy there wasn't exactly like his pics, but not horrible. He had a nice dick on him, but was more interested in mine. With just my cock out of my suit fly, he performed some great fellatio. I hauled out my nuts through the zipper and told him to work on those too. I love having my balls lapped on. I hope when I do it to a guy it feels at least half as good as how it does to me.
The guy (I never got a name) got up and laid on the bed and stroked his big dick. I felt the need to taste it. And naturally, though big, I took it to the root. Hey! I'm still a well-trained cocksucker.
When I pulled off, I asked him what got him off...as my interest in getting off started to wane. But he said something I experience a lot. Due to the size of his dick, most guys want him to fuck or guys want to suck him. He liked to get fucked too. My interest now started going to his hole....my hard hard 8" dick and my now 13 day load.
Though he had rubbers and lube on the bedside table, he never made a sound when I just reached for one of the items. I lubed up my dick and his ass turned up and he scooted to the edge of the bed.
Like a pro, his hole just invited my dick into him. All the way, I might add.
I don't think I've ever tried to pass myself off as a good fucker. It feels great, but I can't ever hold off. I also don't get a lot of practice.
Something about his ass though felt so good. I just worked it and my dick. Bottoming out in him and then still jabbed at him. If he was uncomfortable, he never showed it. He asked for it harder. I would for a few seconds but really didn't want to lose the load yet and it was a possibility if I kept at that pace.
I did get to pull out and push back in over and over. The rub against the head of my prick felt great. After about 15-20 minutes (my longest fuck?) he really wanted it. I also had a schedule to keep but almost hated to lose such a big load....but I went for it.
I POUNDED him and was quiet about it when I was cumming. He never asked me to pull out - and even if he did, I don't think I would have obliged. I could feel myself shooting over and over again, but clearly he couldn't. That surprised and disappointed me.
I stayed in him for a bit as he jacked. He was jacking hard, but not getting anywhere. My shaft slipped out dragging some of my spoooge with me. He'd be feeling that for a few hours.
Not to be rude, but he repositioned himself to jack.....I went to wash my dick off. He was very clean, but I didn't want him on me all day. : )
He was still pumping his dick as I thanked him and walked out the door back to work. On the way back, I called a bud to tell him what I just did.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
After Work Stress Reliever
Right before the muscle guy got to my room - I got a message fro a near-by guy who needed to nut after a long stressful day after work. He said to email when the first guy was gone - maybe he'd still be in the office.
G-d I wanted him....at least by his description.
29, 34w, med build, 5'10'', 175lbs, 7.5 thick&cut
He was everything he said...and more. Black.
I didn't give a fuck about his skin color. Handsome. Professional. Great attitude. GREAT COCK.
Barely did he open his pants. He just stood there waiting for relief from a long fuckin day at work. He loved my pink lips going down on his thick dark meat. He loved that I took every inch too.
Soon his hands found my head - as happens with most good feeders. They need something to grab on to. I like the way they feel.
We played around with me eating his nuts and him fingering my hole. If he felt a load in there he said nothing. He did take some of my Astroglide and put in on his dick. I thought he'd fuck me too - but it was not meant to be. I would have loved to feel that thick prick stretch that hole.
He insisted I get back down on his cock - and I did. He fucked my skull and I took it. He was ready to nut and I was ready to take it.
It was slightly unfortunate that it was not a big load....or even that tasty. But he enjoyed it - and I loved doing it for a guy like that. I never even left my knees and let him let himself out.
G-d I wanted him....at least by his description.
29, 34w, med build, 5'10'', 175lbs, 7.5 thick&cut
He was everything he said...and more. Black.
I didn't give a fuck about his skin color. Handsome. Professional. Great attitude. GREAT COCK.
Barely did he open his pants. He just stood there waiting for relief from a long fuckin day at work. He loved my pink lips going down on his thick dark meat. He loved that I took every inch too.
Soon his hands found my head - as happens with most good feeders. They need something to grab on to. I like the way they feel.
We played around with me eating his nuts and him fingering my hole. If he felt a load in there he said nothing. He did take some of my Astroglide and put in on his dick. I thought he'd fuck me too - but it was not meant to be. I would have loved to feel that thick prick stretch that hole.
He insisted I get back down on his cock - and I did. He fucked my skull and I took it. He was ready to nut and I was ready to take it.
It was slightly unfortunate that it was not a big load....or even that tasty. But he enjoyed it - and I loved doing it for a guy like that. I never even left my knees and let him let himself out.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Muscle Fuck
I think I'm going to forgo resubscribing to Manhunt. There are a lot of talkers out there, but not many doers. It's frustrating, especially when you're paying for the privilege to be on the site.
Craigslist as been much more forgiving to me. The responses are real. Not always good, but timely and immediate. I can easily get a dozen or two responses with any ad I post. Since most won't pan out anyway, my success rate is still pretty fucking good.
On my trip to DC this week, I posted one ad. The responses were too numerous to mention. Some I dismissed immediately. Some dismissed me. Some just became 'got a picture' even though I posted one in the ad. I'm here to take loads - not swap pics.
There was even one guy in my hotel who was interested and it finally came down to 'are you into phone sex'? WTF???? Get the FUCK OUT OF HERE.
Finally I got a few decent responses. I was up for a group but none of these guys were. So it became a timing issue.
30 5'8 185 shaved head reddish goatee hazel hairy 6.5 cut, neg, big shooter here.
He may have been 30. MAYBE. I'd say closer to 40...which was still very cool. But he needs a ruler. I'd say 5". He also had an incredible muscle chest.
BUT he was hyper-masculine and it all worked. Though he alluded to being a foul-mouthed top - he turned out to be a heavy-breathing, silent type. I can work with that.
Very little oral he wanted. He had me on my back as he broke out the Gun Oil. I will say, I loved that stuff more than Astroglide. I don't normally go for guys lubing me up and stroking me, but his hands felt incredible. Maybe it was the oil. Maybe a combination.
Soon enough his cock was up me. I had popper to help loosen me up, but with his 5", I didn't really need them.
He was a good and experienced fucker. Slow. Methodical. Alternating pace, depth and intensiveness (is that a word?). He pulled out for a bit and I ate his hole. He wanted no fingers anywhere near that bud. This guy was mostly all top. I was loving it.
Back on my back he pumped. I asked if he liked it raw, like he was putting it to me. He nodded and uttered one of his only sentences: "How else are you gonna cum up that ass?".
Ahhh...so fucking true.
He pulled out again and just looked down on me as he stroked some. I don't think it was his intention to get so close that way - but he did.
Being what I'm assuming was to be experienced, he wasn't going to waste the time and effort he put into travel and penetration. In a heartbeat he pushed back in and unloaded.
He kept his cock up there for a long time. He told me he wanted me to keep his load up there as long as possible. Then he asked, how long I would do it for. I told him - 'all night'.
And I did.
Craigslist as been much more forgiving to me. The responses are real. Not always good, but timely and immediate. I can easily get a dozen or two responses with any ad I post. Since most won't pan out anyway, my success rate is still pretty fucking good.
On my trip to DC this week, I posted one ad. The responses were too numerous to mention. Some I dismissed immediately. Some dismissed me. Some just became 'got a picture' even though I posted one in the ad. I'm here to take loads - not swap pics.
There was even one guy in my hotel who was interested and it finally came down to 'are you into phone sex'? WTF???? Get the FUCK OUT OF HERE.
Finally I got a few decent responses. I was up for a group but none of these guys were. So it became a timing issue.
30 5'8 185 shaved head reddish goatee hazel hairy 6.5 cut, neg, big shooter here.
He may have been 30. MAYBE. I'd say closer to 40...which was still very cool. But he needs a ruler. I'd say 5". He also had an incredible muscle chest.
BUT he was hyper-masculine and it all worked. Though he alluded to being a foul-mouthed top - he turned out to be a heavy-breathing, silent type. I can work with that.
Very little oral he wanted. He had me on my back as he broke out the Gun Oil. I will say, I loved that stuff more than Astroglide. I don't normally go for guys lubing me up and stroking me, but his hands felt incredible. Maybe it was the oil. Maybe a combination.
Soon enough his cock was up me. I had popper to help loosen me up, but with his 5", I didn't really need them.
He was a good and experienced fucker. Slow. Methodical. Alternating pace, depth and intensiveness (is that a word?). He pulled out for a bit and I ate his hole. He wanted no fingers anywhere near that bud. This guy was mostly all top. I was loving it.
Back on my back he pumped. I asked if he liked it raw, like he was putting it to me. He nodded and uttered one of his only sentences: "How else are you gonna cum up that ass?".
Ahhh...so fucking true.
He pulled out again and just looked down on me as he stroked some. I don't think it was his intention to get so close that way - but he did.
Being what I'm assuming was to be experienced, he wasn't going to waste the time and effort he put into travel and penetration. In a heartbeat he pushed back in and unloaded.
He kept his cock up there for a long time. He told me he wanted me to keep his load up there as long as possible. Then he asked, how long I would do it for. I told him - 'all night'.
And I did.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
What's a BJ Worth?
Last Tuesday evening, I had to go pick up my newly serviced car before the dealership closed. As it happened, the place was close by a feeder who would give me his meat and au jus once in a while.
On a whim, I emailed him from my phone at the dealership as I was gearing to leave. His 'roommate' was home, but if I could park near-by and walk down his drive to the side garage, he'd oblige my need to eat.
Fuck - I've done worse, so sure I went.
In a suit and walking down a steep street with no sidewalks and heavy traffic, I did as I was told. He was waiting as promised.
The guy is a grower, not a show-er (you really can't type 'shower' without it looking like something different). But I knew this. A new cocksucker might be disappointed in what he would encounter.
In a heartbeat I was on my knees in said suit. On his garage floor. I went to work and did it well - if I say so myself. Luckily I didn't need to - his moans, groans and expletives pretty much confirmed it all for me.
The guy always has the best tasting jizz. Today was no different - kind of.
Normally, he isn't that vocal. So when he was really moaning, and I was getting a mouthful of liquid I knew I had done my job.
All of the sudden he asked if I was 'ready for it'. HUH?
The fucker had not cum. All the spooge in my mouth was pre-cum. The fucker pre-came more than most guys holding a load for a week. Without further ado, I was sprayed with a big dose of semen.
Naturally, I got it all. He was happy. I was elated.
I did the walk of no-shame back up the hill to my car. I got home and later that night needed to pack for a business trip and to charge my Blackberry. ..the Blackberry that was no longer in my house or in my briefcase, or in my car or anywhere to be found.
A quick email the next morning - he claims not to have seen it or run over it (as I blew him next to his SUV). He even walked his driveway.
FRICK. I can't tell the boss i lost it while I made an appointment to give head - can I?
On a whim, I emailed him from my phone at the dealership as I was gearing to leave. His 'roommate' was home, but if I could park near-by and walk down his drive to the side garage, he'd oblige my need to eat.
Fuck - I've done worse, so sure I went.
In a suit and walking down a steep street with no sidewalks and heavy traffic, I did as I was told. He was waiting as promised.
The guy is a grower, not a show-er (you really can't type 'shower' without it looking like something different). But I knew this. A new cocksucker might be disappointed in what he would encounter.
In a heartbeat I was on my knees in said suit. On his garage floor. I went to work and did it well - if I say so myself. Luckily I didn't need to - his moans, groans and expletives pretty much confirmed it all for me.
The guy always has the best tasting jizz. Today was no different - kind of.
Normally, he isn't that vocal. So when he was really moaning, and I was getting a mouthful of liquid I knew I had done my job.
All of the sudden he asked if I was 'ready for it'. HUH?
The fucker had not cum. All the spooge in my mouth was pre-cum. The fucker pre-came more than most guys holding a load for a week. Without further ado, I was sprayed with a big dose of semen.
Naturally, I got it all. He was happy. I was elated.
I did the walk of no-shame back up the hill to my car. I got home and later that night needed to pack for a business trip and to charge my Blackberry. ..the Blackberry that was no longer in my house or in my briefcase, or in my car or anywhere to be found.
A quick email the next morning - he claims not to have seen it or run over it (as I blew him next to his SUV). He even walked his driveway.
FRICK. I can't tell the boss i lost it while I made an appointment to give head - can I?
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
First DC Trip (pt 2)
My second night in DC was a bust. I loathe dinners that last a long time - and 3.5 hours is about two hours too long. I had to do it because I'm new at my job and didn't want to be rude. I just about audibly groaned when someone goes, "sure, I'd like another decaf".
I'm thinking, I need to get back to the hotel to get on-line and get laid. But by the time I got back and got ready for the next morning (had to pack and leave by 7a to make my morning meetings) I knew nothing was going to happen.
Luckily, a guy who had answered my craigstlist ad whom I wanted to hook-up with couldn't make it until early early morning. 5:30a early. I was down with that - especially since he sent his profile/stats:
hey man, 43, 6'4"/240/bm/bi-married/military man here. masc/musc/hung9/athletic. definitely h/w portionate...could be in uniform if you like. would love to stop over en-route to work either Monday or Tuesday morning around 0530am.
I didn't care if I had to wake up an hour and a half early. His en-route destination: the Pentagon. All the elements were there for hot fantasy material.
Here's the good thing with military guys: punctuality. Boot camp must have drilled that into them (pun fully intended). He called from the lobby at 5:11a. His voice was deep and sensual. And though his ad did not say it, nor did I care, the voice led me to believe he might be african-american.
I got up, unlocked my door and left it ajar. I'd never seen his picture. I didn't know him. You could say I was taking a major risk. If you've read this blog at all, you could say that over and over and over.
The guy walks in - doesn't even knock. It's what I wanted, but you never know. I'm not looking for civilities here. If he wasn't black, he was mixed race. Honestly he looked mostly african-american with a hint of hispanic background. His description was on the fuckin' mark - down to the wedding ring.
The downer was no uniform. He apologized saying he had to hit the gym before work. He was a guy who hit the gym often. Yes it is trite to say his legs were like tree trunks, but after I got his pants down, it is the best way to describe them. His cock too. It turned out to be two THICK penises in as many days. I like DC men.
He was all feeder. He wanted me on my knees, which is good, because ultimately that is where I know I belong. As I was trying to fit his thick 9" in my mouth, I heard him say he wanted to fuck my face. I mumbled him encouragement - and he took the hint.
It wasn't long before he dragged me up from my knees telling me he wanted to have my head over the edge of the bed so he could stand over me and feed me. Fuck yeah! The man could gag me - and easily. It's a bummer that he could in some ways - as I like to see myself as a better cocksucker than that. But he was thick, long and powerful. He was telling me how much his wife still loved his fucking cock after all these years of marriage. Braggart.
While in that position, I did get to sample his nuts (nice and tight) and his ass (clean and tasty). He liked the tongue in the ass thing - and admitted to a few guys doing it before.
At some point he wanted to fuck my ass, but no way I could do that with his rod without some recovery time before I had to ride the Metro for an hour at a time. The results could have been disastrous. :) I told him 'next time'....because you just know he fucked like a champ.
He didn't have the nipple skills. He'd touch them and usually they are 'on' switches for me....but I got nothing from him...which is a shame. That makes me spread my legs faster than anything.
Eventually we got back to me on my knees and him feeding me like a man does. He wasn't loud or vocal and wasn't quite expecting his load. To be honest, I didn't know he was actually cumming. It seeped out of him and there wasn't a lot. I overlooked all of these little flaws because I was sucking off a military married man.
I pulled away with the load still in my mouth. I let him see it and grabbed his hand, which I am apt to do. Once again, I have a feeder who points me to the waste can. As if!
I took his hand and put it on my throat so he can feel me gulp it down. In amazement he goes, "you took it all". I squeezed his shaft and produced a nice pearl of jizz at the head and clean it off. "No, NOW I took it all".
What kind of guy who calls himself a cocksucker spit out the fucking load? It is something I've never been able to comprehend.
In a way, I'm glad some guys do spit or pull off. Feeders appreciate my talent and commitment all that much more.
Afterwards I did ask what branch of the service he was in. He hemmed and hawed and kind of choked out 'Air Force' - but I'm not believing him. This guy was Army or Marines for sure. I've never seen an AF guy this big.
I can't wait to get back to DC.
I'm thinking, I need to get back to the hotel to get on-line and get laid. But by the time I got back and got ready for the next morning (had to pack and leave by 7a to make my morning meetings) I knew nothing was going to happen.
Luckily, a guy who had answered my craigstlist ad whom I wanted to hook-up with couldn't make it until early early morning. 5:30a early. I was down with that - especially since he sent his profile/stats:
hey man, 43, 6'4"/240/bm/bi-married/military man here. masc/musc/hung9/athletic. definitely h/w portionate...could be in uniform if you like. would love to stop over en-route to work either Monday or Tuesday morning around 0530am.
I didn't care if I had to wake up an hour and a half early. His en-route destination: the Pentagon. All the elements were there for hot fantasy material.
Here's the good thing with military guys: punctuality. Boot camp must have drilled that into them (pun fully intended). He called from the lobby at 5:11a. His voice was deep and sensual. And though his ad did not say it, nor did I care, the voice led me to believe he might be african-american.
I got up, unlocked my door and left it ajar. I'd never seen his picture. I didn't know him. You could say I was taking a major risk. If you've read this blog at all, you could say that over and over and over.
The guy walks in - doesn't even knock. It's what I wanted, but you never know. I'm not looking for civilities here. If he wasn't black, he was mixed race. Honestly he looked mostly african-american with a hint of hispanic background. His description was on the fuckin' mark - down to the wedding ring.
The downer was no uniform. He apologized saying he had to hit the gym before work. He was a guy who hit the gym often. Yes it is trite to say his legs were like tree trunks, but after I got his pants down, it is the best way to describe them. His cock too. It turned out to be two THICK penises in as many days. I like DC men.
He was all feeder. He wanted me on my knees, which is good, because ultimately that is where I know I belong. As I was trying to fit his thick 9" in my mouth, I heard him say he wanted to fuck my face. I mumbled him encouragement - and he took the hint.
It wasn't long before he dragged me up from my knees telling me he wanted to have my head over the edge of the bed so he could stand over me and feed me. Fuck yeah! The man could gag me - and easily. It's a bummer that he could in some ways - as I like to see myself as a better cocksucker than that. But he was thick, long and powerful. He was telling me how much his wife still loved his fucking cock after all these years of marriage. Braggart.
While in that position, I did get to sample his nuts (nice and tight) and his ass (clean and tasty). He liked the tongue in the ass thing - and admitted to a few guys doing it before.
At some point he wanted to fuck my ass, but no way I could do that with his rod without some recovery time before I had to ride the Metro for an hour at a time. The results could have been disastrous. :) I told him 'next time'....because you just know he fucked like a champ.
He didn't have the nipple skills. He'd touch them and usually they are 'on' switches for me....but I got nothing from him...which is a shame. That makes me spread my legs faster than anything.
Eventually we got back to me on my knees and him feeding me like a man does. He wasn't loud or vocal and wasn't quite expecting his load. To be honest, I didn't know he was actually cumming. It seeped out of him and there wasn't a lot. I overlooked all of these little flaws because I was sucking off a military married man.
I pulled away with the load still in my mouth. I let him see it and grabbed his hand, which I am apt to do. Once again, I have a feeder who points me to the waste can. As if!
I took his hand and put it on my throat so he can feel me gulp it down. In amazement he goes, "you took it all". I squeezed his shaft and produced a nice pearl of jizz at the head and clean it off. "No, NOW I took it all".
What kind of guy who calls himself a cocksucker spit out the fucking load? It is something I've never been able to comprehend.
In a way, I'm glad some guys do spit or pull off. Feeders appreciate my talent and commitment all that much more.
Afterwards I did ask what branch of the service he was in. He hemmed and hawed and kind of choked out 'Air Force' - but I'm not believing him. This guy was Army or Marines for sure. I've never seen an AF guy this big.
I can't wait to get back to DC.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Homo Depot
I think I have mentioned once or twice before of a very cruisy Home Depot not too far from me. Mind you - I have to pass like 3 other Home Depots to get to it, but is it my fault they oversaturate the market?
Even if I'm in the neighborhood and don't need any items, I'll stop in.
Usually nothing happens in Home Depot. You do the cruising. If you're in the bathroom and show the goods, you go elsewhere to complete any longings you might have. I fucking LOVE public sex, but anymore the risks are no longer as fun. And the high traffic of this bathroom is hard to pull anything off - pun completely intended!
But this was a 2p on a weekday. The people in the store were all contractors - my favorite kind of guy. Or one of them. Stepping into the restroom, the air of the place was immediately different. I cannot explain it, but it harkened back to my public toilet cruising days. This day was going to be different.
To confirm this, as I quickly assessed the stall situation, out of four, the two middle ones were taken. Any serious cruiser knows you want one second from the end for optimal pick-up ability. I had my pick of the first stall or the end handicap one. I took the first one. As I entered and turned to get the door, there was someone almost right in front of the stall. Tall. Hot. Young. We locked eyes. I knew. He knew. He took the handicap stall.
Since we were both taller than the partition, we stood for what seemed like forever (probably 30 seconds) as we looked at each other while undoing our pants before sitting. We knew.
The silence was eeire Of the four men occupying all the stalls, it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that no one was actually going to the bathroom. No noise. No smells. No one going to the toilet paper. We all knew at that point.
But save a few taps from the foot next to me - nothing was happening. I had no idea who was next to me, but I already knew he wasn't who I wanted. I saw what I wanted - and he saw me.
After a bit of no activity I decided maybe I'd move on. But before I did, I stepped in front of the urinal in front of the handicap stall. And there he was...standing at the crack, waiting...and watching me.
I decided to whip mine out at the urinal. He just opened the door and took his place next to me. Both of us jacking and looking at each other. As much as I thought I had a nice dick (and I do), his was much nicer. About the same length but thicker and a little fleshier. It was beautiful.
Him in his Carhartt everything. Me in my flannel, 501s and boots. Another guy opened his door to watch. We let him. I wasn't caring anymore at this point. We jacked hard. He reached out to grab my ass. I let him.
We knew it was risky to go further, but he was close. He wanted me close. In a way I wanted to be there, but I wanted more. He was at the edge and I licked my lips - he got the idea. He nodded and took a step back.
In a heartbeat I swooped down and got my lips to his head when he unleashed. I clamped my mouth right over his dick and took it all. It was thick. It was good. He made no noise. I could hear jacking behind us at the open stall door.
As expected...the second he was done, I was invisible to him. He tucked in, zipped up and was out the door. And not a moment too soon. Some guy was walking in as I made my way to the handicap stall.
After the new guy left, the guy who had been watching stood on his toilet and watched me. I put on a jacking-off show and pumped off a HUGE wad. Everywhere. I didn't even try to control it. Or clean it up. When I was done, I was done...and left.
Even if I'm in the neighborhood and don't need any items, I'll stop in.
Usually nothing happens in Home Depot. You do the cruising. If you're in the bathroom and show the goods, you go elsewhere to complete any longings you might have. I fucking LOVE public sex, but anymore the risks are no longer as fun. And the high traffic of this bathroom is hard to pull anything off - pun completely intended!
But this was a 2p on a weekday. The people in the store were all contractors - my favorite kind of guy. Or one of them. Stepping into the restroom, the air of the place was immediately different. I cannot explain it, but it harkened back to my public toilet cruising days. This day was going to be different.
To confirm this, as I quickly assessed the stall situation, out of four, the two middle ones were taken. Any serious cruiser knows you want one second from the end for optimal pick-up ability. I had my pick of the first stall or the end handicap one. I took the first one. As I entered and turned to get the door, there was someone almost right in front of the stall. Tall. Hot. Young. We locked eyes. I knew. He knew. He took the handicap stall.
Since we were both taller than the partition, we stood for what seemed like forever (probably 30 seconds) as we looked at each other while undoing our pants before sitting. We knew.
The silence was eeire Of the four men occupying all the stalls, it didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that no one was actually going to the bathroom. No noise. No smells. No one going to the toilet paper. We all knew at that point.
But save a few taps from the foot next to me - nothing was happening. I had no idea who was next to me, but I already knew he wasn't who I wanted. I saw what I wanted - and he saw me.
After a bit of no activity I decided maybe I'd move on. But before I did, I stepped in front of the urinal in front of the handicap stall. And there he was...standing at the crack, waiting...and watching me.
I decided to whip mine out at the urinal. He just opened the door and took his place next to me. Both of us jacking and looking at each other. As much as I thought I had a nice dick (and I do), his was much nicer. About the same length but thicker and a little fleshier. It was beautiful.
Him in his Carhartt everything. Me in my flannel, 501s and boots. Another guy opened his door to watch. We let him. I wasn't caring anymore at this point. We jacked hard. He reached out to grab my ass. I let him.
We knew it was risky to go further, but he was close. He wanted me close. In a way I wanted to be there, but I wanted more. He was at the edge and I licked my lips - he got the idea. He nodded and took a step back.
In a heartbeat I swooped down and got my lips to his head when he unleashed. I clamped my mouth right over his dick and took it all. It was thick. It was good. He made no noise. I could hear jacking behind us at the open stall door.
As expected...the second he was done, I was invisible to him. He tucked in, zipped up and was out the door. And not a moment too soon. Some guy was walking in as I made my way to the handicap stall.
After the new guy left, the guy who had been watching stood on his toilet and watched me. I put on a jacking-off show and pumped off a HUGE wad. Everywhere. I didn't even try to control it. Or clean it up. When I was done, I was done...and left.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Right Fuck. Wrong Reasons. ...maybe.
It's been bitter cold here and now snowy. Sometimes the hardcore guys come out cruising during this time, but so cold, that's not even happening. As it is - my encounters have been slim. I'll pull one out from my past - how about that?
I once had a sex crush (no emotion, naturally) on this guy who'd cruise the same places that I did. I was just a little irked that he showed no interest in me. I'd never seen his dick, but I heard it was a beauty - so naturally that just added insult to injury.
One night at Eagle in Exile, I was being cruised by what turned out to be this guy's boyfriend. In some ways he was hotter than the original guy Blonde (so not my type) and scrappier. But man this guy exuded sexxxx. And I'll be honest, hooking up with him would appease me on some level - not in replacement from the other guy, but just sharing something he probably didn't want me to have. Yeah - I can be that guy!
We played cat and mouse games of looking and longing. The bar closed and I lived close by. Without a word, he followed me home. Right away we got down to business. And the guy was ripe. Landscaper by trade, he worked hard all day and had no intention of showering before going to the bar. He had an agenda. I dug it.
I got to to smell him, lick him, suck him and taste him. He was completely in to me being into him.
I don't know his name - but he had a nice dick. Not too big and curve upward a little. Before long he had me on the floor of my bedroom and my pants off. With nothing but spit he slid it up my ass. And he FUCKED. He pumped my ass good and started talking dirty.
As he pumped in and out of me, he started talking about the guy I was at the bar with. He was completely into him and had hoped he'd be at my house. At the time, I didn't quite see the irony. I mean - I had a cock up my ass.
When he realized he that I probably couldn't arrange a hook-up (my friend wasn't/isn't like I am), the guy just wanted to wrap up. Without a word he just unloaded up my ass. And a huge load at that.
As nasty as I get - in some ways, things were clear then. It was dirty for all the wrong reasons - but all the ones we thought we wanted.
I once had a sex crush (no emotion, naturally) on this guy who'd cruise the same places that I did. I was just a little irked that he showed no interest in me. I'd never seen his dick, but I heard it was a beauty - so naturally that just added insult to injury.
One night at Eagle in Exile, I was being cruised by what turned out to be this guy's boyfriend. In some ways he was hotter than the original guy Blonde (so not my type) and scrappier. But man this guy exuded sexxxx. And I'll be honest, hooking up with him would appease me on some level - not in replacement from the other guy, but just sharing something he probably didn't want me to have. Yeah - I can be that guy!
We played cat and mouse games of looking and longing. The bar closed and I lived close by. Without a word, he followed me home. Right away we got down to business. And the guy was ripe. Landscaper by trade, he worked hard all day and had no intention of showering before going to the bar. He had an agenda. I dug it.
I got to to smell him, lick him, suck him and taste him. He was completely in to me being into him.
I don't know his name - but he had a nice dick. Not too big and curve upward a little. Before long he had me on the floor of my bedroom and my pants off. With nothing but spit he slid it up my ass. And he FUCKED. He pumped my ass good and started talking dirty.
As he pumped in and out of me, he started talking about the guy I was at the bar with. He was completely into him and had hoped he'd be at my house. At the time, I didn't quite see the irony. I mean - I had a cock up my ass.
When he realized he that I probably couldn't arrange a hook-up (my friend wasn't/isn't like I am), the guy just wanted to wrap up. Without a word he just unloaded up my ass. And a huge load at that.
As nasty as I get - in some ways, things were clear then. It was dirty for all the wrong reasons - but all the ones we thought we wanted.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Cuff Top
I was on gay.com and ran into a guy I had hooked up with twice before. He always notices me before I do him.
Bill, is a bit cloney. Like 1978 cloney. Brush cut. Beefy kind of muscular. Thick-ish moustache. Not unattractive, but could be more so if he came into this century. He is my age but lives like he's younger. I haven't had cinder block bookcases or a mattress-only bed on a floor since I was a student.
Bill invited me over to help him out. That's what I do. I'm just a giver that way.
He works out a lot and is very into his natural scent. I like his odor too. Sometimes it's a little overpowering, but what is a boy like me to do? He makes sure I get into his pits and the crack of his ass. I'm all to willing to do these things.
Anyway, I get over to his apartment and he's ready to go. He has me strip in his living room before we head back to the bedroom. When we get there, he tells me to put my hands behind my back and stand there. I do. He looks right at me and lets go with a big wad of spit right in my face - and dripping into my goatee. He likes that. I like that he likes it.
He walks around me and I know not to turn and follow his actions. I hear some rattling, but not sure. In an instant - he cuffs the hands that are behind my back. In a way this shouldn't surprise me as his screen name has 'cuff' in it. However the few times we have played he's never brought them out or brought up the subject.
So now I was kind of captive. I've never been good at bondage. I'm obedient, but never felt the need to be restrained. He enjoyed my low level of discomfort.
We went through the various scenes of him humiliating me with his spit or wiping his ripe pit all over my goatee. He made me get on my knees, which when cuffed is a slight balancing act. I sucked him like a pro. He threatened in this state to fuck my ass - something he's never done. And didn't end up doing.
This guy is all about watching himself (mirror) and seeing the after effects of what he's done. He like spit and cum to be dripping from my face. He doesn't let me clean up before making the four story trek out of his building (no elevator). Anyone passing could easily see what kind of guy I am. .....like I care.
Bill, is a bit cloney. Like 1978 cloney. Brush cut. Beefy kind of muscular. Thick-ish moustache. Not unattractive, but could be more so if he came into this century. He is my age but lives like he's younger. I haven't had cinder block bookcases or a mattress-only bed on a floor since I was a student.
Bill invited me over to help him out. That's what I do. I'm just a giver that way.
He works out a lot and is very into his natural scent. I like his odor too. Sometimes it's a little overpowering, but what is a boy like me to do? He makes sure I get into his pits and the crack of his ass. I'm all to willing to do these things.
Anyway, I get over to his apartment and he's ready to go. He has me strip in his living room before we head back to the bedroom. When we get there, he tells me to put my hands behind my back and stand there. I do. He looks right at me and lets go with a big wad of spit right in my face - and dripping into my goatee. He likes that. I like that he likes it.
He walks around me and I know not to turn and follow his actions. I hear some rattling, but not sure. In an instant - he cuffs the hands that are behind my back. In a way this shouldn't surprise me as his screen name has 'cuff' in it. However the few times we have played he's never brought them out or brought up the subject.
So now I was kind of captive. I've never been good at bondage. I'm obedient, but never felt the need to be restrained. He enjoyed my low level of discomfort.
We went through the various scenes of him humiliating me with his spit or wiping his ripe pit all over my goatee. He made me get on my knees, which when cuffed is a slight balancing act. I sucked him like a pro. He threatened in this state to fuck my ass - something he's never done. And didn't end up doing.
This guy is all about watching himself (mirror) and seeing the after effects of what he's done. He like spit and cum to be dripping from my face. He doesn't let me clean up before making the four story trek out of his building (no elevator). Anyone passing could easily see what kind of guy I am. .....like I care.
Friday, January 12, 2007
I Stand Corrected
Per my last post, the city of Hartford almost made up for their lack of follow-through on how to use a guy like me.
The hottest of the bunch - and my earliest cancellation - redeemed himself yesterday morning after me posting here. He called at 7:15a and asked if I was still available. I said I had to leave my hotel by 8:30. He told me that after showering he could be there in 15 minutes. I told him to fuckin' skip the shower.
I should mention that being pressed for time before my meetings, and not sure if he'd flake - I showered and suited-up. I had just adjusted my tie when there was a knock at the door.
The man showed up in 20 minutes and ready for action. He was as hot as his pic.
And his dick looked better in person.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
The meat just kind of kept growing to about 8" and widening closer to the head, and tapered only slightly as it went to the base. It was a mouthful, but rest assured, I took him to the short hairs and he fuckin' loved it.
He claims to have loved my mouth. I know I loved his cock. He easily fed into my compliments of his dick and body. Look at that top pic - you know guys like that. They dig being told how hot they are. He readily acknowledged that many guys would like to be with him - but also said, 'but you're the one who gets it!'. ...and don't I know it.
He loved me on my knees in my full suit. Him having stripped of his sweats and standing in front of a guy who was on his way to a meeting, but was skipping the most important meal of the day to have THE most important meal of the day.
The guy was more into feeling up his chest than he was to holding my head on his big dick. Let's face it - he was more into himself than he was to me. Kind of vain, but it was ok. He had earned it.
I will say - he had the oddest sack I had ever tasted. The texture was unlike anything I had ever felt. Rough, weathered, more than wrinkled....the lines were deeper than that. Though he was well defined, he wasn't overly built up - but I'm not discounting steroid usage at some point. It's all I could think of.
Whatever it was didn't keep his cock down nor did it impact his load. It was a huge load that he just kept emptying into my mouth. "Here's your protien breakfast" he said. Not bad. I've heard worse.
Now, I'd never pull off too soon. But he made sure, verbally, that it would be a no-no to do so. Though I would have kept milking it, he kept providing little spurts of jizz after the big load. The very big load.
Of course, then I took it out of my mouth and I squeezed the shaft to get out even the last drops. I'd never miss one on purpose.
I stood up and told him I would keep that load in my mouth as long as possible. No coffee. No water. No nothin'. I wanted to go to my meeting with his sperm on my breath. And I did.
He was SO worth it. He made the trip to Hartford worth it.
The hottest of the bunch - and my earliest cancellation - redeemed himself yesterday morning after me posting here. He called at 7:15a and asked if I was still available. I said I had to leave my hotel by 8:30. He told me that after showering he could be there in 15 minutes. I told him to fuckin' skip the shower.
I should mention that being pressed for time before my meetings, and not sure if he'd flake - I showered and suited-up. I had just adjusted my tie when there was a knock at the door.
The man showed up in 20 minutes and ready for action. He was as hot as his pic.
And his dick looked better in person.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
The meat just kind of kept growing to about 8" and widening closer to the head, and tapered only slightly as it went to the base. It was a mouthful, but rest assured, I took him to the short hairs and he fuckin' loved it.
He claims to have loved my mouth. I know I loved his cock. He easily fed into my compliments of his dick and body. Look at that top pic - you know guys like that. They dig being told how hot they are. He readily acknowledged that many guys would like to be with him - but also said, 'but you're the one who gets it!'. ...and don't I know it.
He loved me on my knees in my full suit. Him having stripped of his sweats and standing in front of a guy who was on his way to a meeting, but was skipping the most important meal of the day to have THE most important meal of the day.
The guy was more into feeling up his chest than he was to holding my head on his big dick. Let's face it - he was more into himself than he was to me. Kind of vain, but it was ok. He had earned it.
I will say - he had the oddest sack I had ever tasted. The texture was unlike anything I had ever felt. Rough, weathered, more than wrinkled....the lines were deeper than that. Though he was well defined, he wasn't overly built up - but I'm not discounting steroid usage at some point. It's all I could think of.
Whatever it was didn't keep his cock down nor did it impact his load. It was a huge load that he just kept emptying into my mouth. "Here's your protien breakfast" he said. Not bad. I've heard worse.
Now, I'd never pull off too soon. But he made sure, verbally, that it would be a no-no to do so. Though I would have kept milking it, he kept providing little spurts of jizz after the big load. The very big load.
Of course, then I took it out of my mouth and I squeezed the shaft to get out even the last drops. I'd never miss one on purpose.
I stood up and told him I would keep that load in my mouth as long as possible. No coffee. No water. No nothin'. I wanted to go to my meeting with his sperm on my breath. And I did.
He was SO worth it. He made the trip to Hartford worth it.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
You Don't Always Get What You Want
People have asked me why I double book "dates"*
It is because so many guys who say they need it so badly are and can be flakes. Sometimes I go to great lengths to get the word out there that I'm coming to someone's fair city. Craigslist. Manhunt. Men4SexNow. Gay.com. You name it. I always have a list of names (albeit screen ones), emails and sometimes cells. Sometimes I even have dates and times of our supposed encounters. It always falls to shit. Usually not do to my schedule.
Case in point - I'm in Hartford last night and had a good 8-9 people on the books. I am only here for one night. Though 8-9 would be excellent, I was hoping that would render me 2. I was that lucky....but not from those 8-9. Each one of those cancelled, wanted to rearrange tiimes ('can we make it 3:00a when I get off work?' Um......NO!). The best i guess is just the in-the-moment guys. The ones on line who are needing it immediately. Those are the two I got.
One was a guy who ended up being more sub than he ever portrayed. How sub? As soon as he walked in he went right down to my new Nunn-Bush black loafers and started licking them. Smelling them. Kissing them. And that made him rock hard. I could see it through his pants. That went on w/my socks and then my feet. It's safe to say he's probably watched the movie 'In Her Shoes' more than once.
I'll give him this - he had a great mouth. Usually guys who play w/my feet make me feel tickled, which I don't care for. He was very sensuous. He got me hard. He even sucked my dick - and pretty good too. But he didn't get me off. HE got off by sniffing the inside of my new loafer. Great for him! NOT!!!!
The second guy wasn't much better. A decent looking Manhunt 24 yo. 7" u/c dick. Ok, I'm digging it. I haven't had someone that young in I dont' know how long. Think of the guy who played Jess on "Gilmore Girls" who is now in the Rocky movie and the show "Heroes" - only dirtier....and nellier. Decent dick except for one thing. He smokes.
I know my last post had a smoking aspect to it. I'm not that into them, but I dont' turn them away. Actually, I love a man w/a cigar clasped in his jaw as he fucks my face or ass. But clearly this guy is a heavy-ish smoker and likes to stroke his cock with the same hand he holds his cigarette with. I'm not all that turned on by the taste of a nicotine dick. But I did him. I had to. I NEEDED it.
The rest of the evening was pretty much of a bust. I looked for cock in vain. I wanted in vein!
I'm in Hartford to interview. If I take this job, I'll be traveling more and more - which I like. But I GOTTA find a better way to use my time to score cock!
* Does not denote dinner and a movie, unless me putting out is the show and me eating their load is dinner!
It is because so many guys who say they need it so badly are and can be flakes. Sometimes I go to great lengths to get the word out there that I'm coming to someone's fair city. Craigslist. Manhunt. Men4SexNow. Gay.com. You name it. I always have a list of names (albeit screen ones), emails and sometimes cells. Sometimes I even have dates and times of our supposed encounters. It always falls to shit. Usually not do to my schedule.
Case in point - I'm in Hartford last night and had a good 8-9 people on the books. I am only here for one night. Though 8-9 would be excellent, I was hoping that would render me 2. I was that lucky....but not from those 8-9. Each one of those cancelled, wanted to rearrange tiimes ('can we make it 3:00a when I get off work?' Um......NO!). The best i guess is just the in-the-moment guys. The ones on line who are needing it immediately. Those are the two I got.
One was a guy who ended up being more sub than he ever portrayed. How sub? As soon as he walked in he went right down to my new Nunn-Bush black loafers and started licking them. Smelling them. Kissing them. And that made him rock hard. I could see it through his pants. That went on w/my socks and then my feet. It's safe to say he's probably watched the movie 'In Her Shoes' more than once.
I'll give him this - he had a great mouth. Usually guys who play w/my feet make me feel tickled, which I don't care for. He was very sensuous. He got me hard. He even sucked my dick - and pretty good too. But he didn't get me off. HE got off by sniffing the inside of my new loafer. Great for him! NOT!!!!
The second guy wasn't much better. A decent looking Manhunt 24 yo. 7" u/c dick. Ok, I'm digging it. I haven't had someone that young in I dont' know how long. Think of the guy who played Jess on "Gilmore Girls" who is now in the Rocky movie and the show "Heroes" - only dirtier....and nellier. Decent dick except for one thing. He smokes.
I know my last post had a smoking aspect to it. I'm not that into them, but I dont' turn them away. Actually, I love a man w/a cigar clasped in his jaw as he fucks my face or ass. But clearly this guy is a heavy-ish smoker and likes to stroke his cock with the same hand he holds his cigarette with. I'm not all that turned on by the taste of a nicotine dick. But I did him. I had to. I NEEDED it.
The rest of the evening was pretty much of a bust. I looked for cock in vain. I wanted in vein!
I'm in Hartford to interview. If I take this job, I'll be traveling more and more - which I like. But I GOTTA find a better way to use my time to score cock!
* Does not denote dinner and a movie, unless me putting out is the show and me eating their load is dinner!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Pick-Up Truck Pick-Up
So yesterday I went back to the park to see what there was to see. It took me all of about 2 minutes to have someone zero in on me. Though to be fair, I would have done the same to him anyway. Goateed semi-stud in a Ford F150. Even a somewhat nelly man can look butcher if in a real pick-up truck.
This guy had short cropped hair under his ballcap and blue mirrored sunglasses, even though it was greyer than anything outside. I was down with it. He pulled it off.
After rolling down the windows to our vehicles, we danced around the reason we were there. Sometimes you always talk in generalities in case they are the law. He asked what I was looking for and I told him I was good with my mouth. His response was, "for talkin'?". I said 'hardly'.
He followed up with 'What kind of mouth is it? Bad? Good? Great?'. I told him no one has ever told me 'bad' and usually got good to great ratings. I asked what kind of load he had. He said he had a big dick. I said, 'that's nice, but what kind of LOAD do you have? The load is more important to me than the dick.'. He said he hadn't come since last Thursday, making this a 4 day load. He said to follow him. I did.
Immediately he unbuckled his pants. He did have a nice thick cock. Maybe 7.5" w/a slight upward curve. Decent balls, and recently shaved at that. He took off his glasses and though he is probably my age, it is amazing what the ravages of smoking will do to one's skin. Without his sunglasses he looked at least 15 yrs older. But I wasn't there for that, I was there for cock and cum.
He loved how I enveloped his entire cock in my mouth and took him to the base. He wasn't horribly aggressive. I did expect hands on my head or back of the neck - but got none of that. I got no hip action of him feeding me either. He wasn't too verbal - at least in talking down to me. I got moans and groans. Some "oh yeahs".
I had tried to prompt him to say he was gonna shoot it down my throat. All I ever got is - wherever you want it I'll do it. Frustrating for a cocksucker who likes to be given direction, even if I have to start the process. I finally said, I want it in my mouth so I can swallow every drop. Some guys need step by step instructions. Oy.
But in about 15 minutes time, I got him close enough that he had had to nut. And I caught it all. I was expecting more after four days of no ejaculation - but such is the dilemna of the slut, always wanting more. Always.
I stayed on him and milked out every drop. I pulled off and stood up and he kind of shocked me / kind of made me laugh when he said, "the bathroom is right there!". I looked at him and said, "I don't need a bathroom!!!". Obviously he didn't take me at my word about swallowing every drop. I think he thought i was gonna spit it out.
As if!
This guy had short cropped hair under his ballcap and blue mirrored sunglasses, even though it was greyer than anything outside. I was down with it. He pulled it off.
After rolling down the windows to our vehicles, we danced around the reason we were there. Sometimes you always talk in generalities in case they are the law. He asked what I was looking for and I told him I was good with my mouth. His response was, "for talkin'?". I said 'hardly'.
He followed up with 'What kind of mouth is it? Bad? Good? Great?'. I told him no one has ever told me 'bad' and usually got good to great ratings. I asked what kind of load he had. He said he had a big dick. I said, 'that's nice, but what kind of LOAD do you have? The load is more important to me than the dick.'. He said he hadn't come since last Thursday, making this a 4 day load. He said to follow him. I did.
Immediately he unbuckled his pants. He did have a nice thick cock. Maybe 7.5" w/a slight upward curve. Decent balls, and recently shaved at that. He took off his glasses and though he is probably my age, it is amazing what the ravages of smoking will do to one's skin. Without his sunglasses he looked at least 15 yrs older. But I wasn't there for that, I was there for cock and cum.
He loved how I enveloped his entire cock in my mouth and took him to the base. He wasn't horribly aggressive. I did expect hands on my head or back of the neck - but got none of that. I got no hip action of him feeding me either. He wasn't too verbal - at least in talking down to me. I got moans and groans. Some "oh yeahs".
I had tried to prompt him to say he was gonna shoot it down my throat. All I ever got is - wherever you want it I'll do it. Frustrating for a cocksucker who likes to be given direction, even if I have to start the process. I finally said, I want it in my mouth so I can swallow every drop. Some guys need step by step instructions. Oy.
But in about 15 minutes time, I got him close enough that he had had to nut. And I caught it all. I was expecting more after four days of no ejaculation - but such is the dilemna of the slut, always wanting more. Always.
I stayed on him and milked out every drop. I pulled off and stood up and he kind of shocked me / kind of made me laugh when he said, "the bathroom is right there!". I looked at him and said, "I don't need a bathroom!!!". Obviously he didn't take me at my word about swallowing every drop. I think he thought i was gonna spit it out.
As if!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
2007 - I'm Gonna Like It
As I sit here typing this - I have a 5 day load of cum up my ass. How's that for jumping to the end of a story?
I was in the need for some kind of action. Being an extremely mild winter, I figured there would be people at one of the parks. I wasn't disappointed.
Shortly after I arrived, an SUV pulled up next to me. He was forward. He was blunt. He was hot and all man. In about 45 seconds I was following him back to his house. Inside he must have had his porn already running. He seemed like the kind of guy who always had it running. It was bi porn - which I don't mind, but it was just bad porn. That, I hate.
We stood there for a few minutes assessing each other. Shirts came off. Pants were dropped to the knees or ankles - depending on which one you were. His hands found my nipples - which is always a weak spot for me. And he knew just how to play them - not too hard, not too soft. I didn't say it verbally, but whatever he wanted, he could have had.
He grabbed my dick and then went to down to my nuts - it was all good. Then he every so slightly ran his hand at my taint and back to my hole. I'm guessing by gauging my response he knew he had me. He proceeded to do it 3-4 more times. With a clasp on my neck I went to his knees, but we both knew this was a just foreplay. He had a nice 7" THICK dick. Metal cockring surrounded his nuts. His full full nuts. He volunteered he hadn't shot in 5 days. Bonus for me.
He did surprise me after pulling off my 501s to going down and eating my ass. Not licking - but actually really going to town on it. I let him. Then a finger went in me. Then a thumb. I faux naively asked him what he thought he was doing. He told me he was fucking my ass. I told him needed to learn a thing or two about fucking then.
Taking the bait he dragged me back to a bed that was set up in his porn room. From a drawer he pulled out a bottle of lube and slathered my hole and his cock up. I was all to willing to let this ex-marine push my legs back and punch the head of his cock into me. It'd been a little while since I got fucked, so I felt it. No time to pull out any poppers, let alone inhale them, so chemicals to help relax. But I took it like a champ. I had to. I needed to.
He definately knew how to fuck and before I knew it he was on the edge. His shouting probably could have alerted neighbors - neither of us cared. He just unloaded and I took it.
The guy certainly meant well. He then lubed up my dick and wanted to stroke me off. A noble effort, but it wasn't the way I was looking to get off. I'm not sure hot I wanted to, but dumping my seed on my hairy torso wasn't the way i was thinking.
Hopefully, I'll figure that part out tomorrow. Tonite, but butt is a little sore but in a good way.
I was in the need for some kind of action. Being an extremely mild winter, I figured there would be people at one of the parks. I wasn't disappointed.
Shortly after I arrived, an SUV pulled up next to me. He was forward. He was blunt. He was hot and all man. In about 45 seconds I was following him back to his house. Inside he must have had his porn already running. He seemed like the kind of guy who always had it running. It was bi porn - which I don't mind, but it was just bad porn. That, I hate.
We stood there for a few minutes assessing each other. Shirts came off. Pants were dropped to the knees or ankles - depending on which one you were. His hands found my nipples - which is always a weak spot for me. And he knew just how to play them - not too hard, not too soft. I didn't say it verbally, but whatever he wanted, he could have had.
He grabbed my dick and then went to down to my nuts - it was all good. Then he every so slightly ran his hand at my taint and back to my hole. I'm guessing by gauging my response he knew he had me. He proceeded to do it 3-4 more times. With a clasp on my neck I went to his knees, but we both knew this was a just foreplay. He had a nice 7" THICK dick. Metal cockring surrounded his nuts. His full full nuts. He volunteered he hadn't shot in 5 days. Bonus for me.
He did surprise me after pulling off my 501s to going down and eating my ass. Not licking - but actually really going to town on it. I let him. Then a finger went in me. Then a thumb. I faux naively asked him what he thought he was doing. He told me he was fucking my ass. I told him needed to learn a thing or two about fucking then.
Taking the bait he dragged me back to a bed that was set up in his porn room. From a drawer he pulled out a bottle of lube and slathered my hole and his cock up. I was all to willing to let this ex-marine push my legs back and punch the head of his cock into me. It'd been a little while since I got fucked, so I felt it. No time to pull out any poppers, let alone inhale them, so chemicals to help relax. But I took it like a champ. I had to. I needed to.
He definately knew how to fuck and before I knew it he was on the edge. His shouting probably could have alerted neighbors - neither of us cared. He just unloaded and I took it.
The guy certainly meant well. He then lubed up my dick and wanted to stroke me off. A noble effort, but it wasn't the way I was looking to get off. I'm not sure hot I wanted to, but dumping my seed on my hairy torso wasn't the way i was thinking.
Hopefully, I'll figure that part out tomorrow. Tonite, but butt is a little sore but in a good way.
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I MIGHT BE A FREAK
....but it ain't because of my kissing!
| You're a Freaky Kisser |
 When you kiss, you want to experience something new A new technique, a new partner, a new piercing... And your own personal kissing style is very unpredictable There's no saying where your tongue or hands will go |
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Blo N Go
Tis the season to see what we can be doing for others.
Fuck - I've lived THAT since I was 15!
Anyhooo....I just happened to be at the park yesterday. There were a number of prospects - or at least a number who seemed to be interested in me. One guy I couldn't shake at being 'the law', so I just played it cool and never initiated a conversation - nor did he. But the second he was gone, someone pulled his SUV in next to me. He'd been waiting for his opportunity.
Maybe 10 yrs older than I am with a look of authority. A guy who knew what he wanted. He definately looked ex-military. Somewhere between a brush cut and high and tight. His glare/growl spoke volumes. And sexy as hell the way he rolled a toothpick around in his mouth.
Eventually he nodded my way. He'd look at his crotch and then back up at me to see if I was noticing. I was. Then he was working his unseen crotch with his fist. I know the movements well. He asked if I had some time. I responded back with an unsure 'what are you looking for'. He came back with "I'm game for anything". I just took the bull by the horns - kind of - and said: "you lookin' to get THAT off?" He was.
I followed him back to his house. Nice body. Nice dick. A fat 6.5", but HUGE balls. I don't think they were saline injected, but that's how big they initially looked. And they were newly shaved.
Immediatley I got on my knees and took him all the way down. No playing around with the tongue teasing. He seemed glad for this. He took my head and force fed me. I was glad for that!. He countinued to feed me while he felt my face and throat with his free hand.
Eventually I got up and sat on his couch. I thought he'd just stand there and feed me, but he stood on the couch and fed me from above. A NICE touch! He just shoved all the way back - and could care less if I could take it or breathe. It was so hot. After a bit he got down and put his mouth at my balls and licked. I wasn't expecting this - but he did say he was game for anything. He worked his way south and slobbered on my ass. Brave - since I hadn't showered for about 36 hrs.
Of course, I thought exactly what you are thinking - he was gonna fuck me. And maybe he thought it too. But all of the sudden he said, "I'm close!". So he stood back up on the couch and shoved his rod into me and let loose. A very nice sized load that I could feel just fill my mouth and slide down my throat. And man it was one of those that just tasted GREAT.
I was willing to let it go at that, but he surprised me - this big masculine guy. He stepped to the floor, bent over and took my dick in his mouth....and went to town. He wasn't that skilled but knew how to use his hand as he wetted my prick. Normally that wouldn't do it for me, but the entire scene of this guy blowing me was too much. I told him to stop moving - and then unloaded in his mouth. Like a pro, he swallowed it all - and it was a big load. Six days worth.
Just a nice little early holiday present for me......and him!
Fuck - I've lived THAT since I was 15!
Anyhooo....I just happened to be at the park yesterday. There were a number of prospects - or at least a number who seemed to be interested in me. One guy I couldn't shake at being 'the law', so I just played it cool and never initiated a conversation - nor did he. But the second he was gone, someone pulled his SUV in next to me. He'd been waiting for his opportunity.
Maybe 10 yrs older than I am with a look of authority. A guy who knew what he wanted. He definately looked ex-military. Somewhere between a brush cut and high and tight. His glare/growl spoke volumes. And sexy as hell the way he rolled a toothpick around in his mouth.
Eventually he nodded my way. He'd look at his crotch and then back up at me to see if I was noticing. I was. Then he was working his unseen crotch with his fist. I know the movements well. He asked if I had some time. I responded back with an unsure 'what are you looking for'. He came back with "I'm game for anything". I just took the bull by the horns - kind of - and said: "you lookin' to get THAT off?" He was.
I followed him back to his house. Nice body. Nice dick. A fat 6.5", but HUGE balls. I don't think they were saline injected, but that's how big they initially looked. And they were newly shaved.
Immediatley I got on my knees and took him all the way down. No playing around with the tongue teasing. He seemed glad for this. He took my head and force fed me. I was glad for that!. He countinued to feed me while he felt my face and throat with his free hand.
Eventually I got up and sat on his couch. I thought he'd just stand there and feed me, but he stood on the couch and fed me from above. A NICE touch! He just shoved all the way back - and could care less if I could take it or breathe. It was so hot. After a bit he got down and put his mouth at my balls and licked. I wasn't expecting this - but he did say he was game for anything. He worked his way south and slobbered on my ass. Brave - since I hadn't showered for about 36 hrs.
Of course, I thought exactly what you are thinking - he was gonna fuck me. And maybe he thought it too. But all of the sudden he said, "I'm close!". So he stood back up on the couch and shoved his rod into me and let loose. A very nice sized load that I could feel just fill my mouth and slide down my throat. And man it was one of those that just tasted GREAT.
I was willing to let it go at that, but he surprised me - this big masculine guy. He stepped to the floor, bent over and took my dick in his mouth....and went to town. He wasn't that skilled but knew how to use his hand as he wetted my prick. Normally that wouldn't do it for me, but the entire scene of this guy blowing me was too much. I told him to stop moving - and then unloaded in his mouth. Like a pro, he swallowed it all - and it was a big load. Six days worth.
Just a nice little early holiday present for me......and him!
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