Oddly enough for all the traveling I've been doing the last two weeks, I haven't gotten laid once in those travels. The park hook-up last Saturday was home field advantage.
Kansas City - I dunno. I was there for only a day/night, but man it was hard to find anyone I would want to hook up with at all and those guys weren't taking the bait. I guess it's true - beggars can't be choosy.
Phoenix was a different story. I shouldn't have been looking at all. I was outside of the city by a bit and at a resort..........with two-thirds of my company and our clients. Not the optimal time to be even attempting to see what was out there. Nothing could happen. Oh - and I had to share a room with my boss? What is this camp......when I'm 12?
On the way home from Phoenix yesterday, a song came on my iPod rotation that soooo describes me, I think. It might be my unofficial anthem.
It is about seven years old and I always smile when it comes on. If I'm alone, I'll sing it too.....aloud. You can't really do that on a DC-9. Well, you can, but you get some awful funny looks.
The artist is Poe. The album is Haunted. The song is 'Not a Virgin'.
I'm not a virgin anymore
I just thought you should know
Darlin' I've been around
I took a walk up your block
In fact I have been all over town
Down by the lake
And underneath the table in my living room
But side with the blue blue moon
You can call me what you will
Call me a slut call me a jaded pill
But darlin I've got your number now
I'm not a virgin anymore
I've been taken
I've been hung up
I get down and start it over again
I've been open
And I've been closed like a book
And burned down like a written sin
I just thought you should know my darling
Before we begin
I'm not a virgin anymore
Just thought you should know
Before you let another lie
Slip through those crooked little teeth
I don't think you wanna start that shit with me
Much better yet
Tell me something dangerous and true
Oh yeah that looks much sexier on you
Careful what it is you say
'Cause I can see right through you
On a cloudy day and darlin' I think you wanna play
I'm not a virgin anymore
I've been taken
I've been hung up
I get down and start it over again
I've been open
And I've been closed like a book
And burned down like a written sin
I just thought you should know my darling
So if you wanna play dirty darling I'm gonna win
I'm not a virgin anymore
Been there done that
(Say what?)
Get the hang of it
Get screwed
I screw you I had a whole lot of fun with it
I've had enough now so you better take a bow
It's gonna be a new experience if you wanna play with me
Daisy chains and maryjanes
Happy ending fairy tales
Cannot fool me now
I've been taken
I've been hung up
I get down and start it over again
I've been open
And I've been closed like a book
And burned down like a written sin
Hell I've been divided
Out of my mind and reinvented again
I've been ignited and then uninvited
So honey
You break it up
I'm gonna put it back together again
I just thought you should know my darling
Before we begin
I'm not a virgin anymore
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
Do you get the gist of the song now?
I'm off to Chicago in a week and a half and then directly to DC for a full week. I'm thinking I'll be finding some action. Until then - I might have to entertain you with tales from my past.
Any requests on what kind of encounters you'd like to hear about??
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
Saturday in the Park with Bike
Saturday I went to get my car serviced - oil change, alignment, new wipers. blah blah blah. The only good things about that are the dealership has free wifi, so I could finish my Houston post and look around the net and the head of service...Rick.
Rick is one of those guys who is hot, but has no idea. Taller than I am (I'm guessing he's like 6'4"), and a total daddy type. But a hip with it kind of dad. Brownish hair that is slightly greying ever so. I would do him in a heartbeat. I wonder how disconcerting it is that I come in after months and address him by first name without ever having to look at his nameplate. ...maybe he does know he's hot.
Alas - it was not meant to be and he's one of these guys I have no idea how to approach. Plus if rejected, he's got my car's life in his hands.....as well as all my personal information.
Afterwards, I was a little horny. I had been on-line for 90 minutes mostly looking at male erotica (or reading it) and was all worked up. About 15 minutes from the dealership is a park I used to frequent....actually as early as this July. I even wrote about it here.
In that post, I mentioned in that post about a 'hot MF' sitting in his car ignoring my presence. The nerve! Wouldn't you know it - he was parked there when I pulled into the little lot. Still looking all fucking hot. This time he paid me a little more attention, but not much. I wasn't counting on anything since he left me high and dry last time. I figured I was not his type.
Shortly thereafter, a pick-up pulls in. The guy was ok at best, but at least he more than glanced my way before leaving his truck and heading down a path into the woods. I decided to check him out further and yeah, somewhere in the back of my mind I was hoping Mr. Hottie would follow me.
As I made my way deeper into the woods, going where I assumed the pick-up guy went, I finally caught site of him. He was next to a tree with his jeans slightly down exposing a hairless ass. Maybe he was pissing...maybe not. I kept walking till I came upon him - and actually passed him. Sure enough, his front was exposed too with a decent sized cock. I looked at it, then up at him and then continued to walk deeper into the woods, eventually finding a fallen, rotting tree to sit on. This way I figured if he wanted he could stand right in front of me and feed a hungry cocksucker.
Barely did he make his way over before he said someone was coming. And damn if it wasn't Mr. Hottie. There he was keeping somewhat of a distance in his slightly mirrored sunglasses, his ballcap, and work-clothes that made him look like he worked in automotive service. The 5 o'clock shadow really fucking made the look.
The pick-up guy started rubbing himself (again) and I was too, though much more subtle. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if the Hottie was always there because he was Johnny Law. Every once in awhile in the back of my mind I think 'my luck has to run out sometime' when it comes to public sex. (not that it hasn't twice before - but those are other stories.)
But Mr. Hottie started rubbing too - but still my back was up. I felt a little better when pick-up guy exposed himself and no one was arrested. Then I swear out of nowhere another guy (count 'em - #4) came out of nowhere.
He was an older (50-ish) black man in a t-shirt and running shorts with a baseball cap. He stood next to me, placing one foot on the fallen tree and having his bound-up, big, hard, black dick come out of his shorts. He was already erect and just played with it.
I felt even better when he went over to the pick-up guy and started playing with him. Once again, pick-up guy exposed his ass and I was thinking 'man, this guy wants fucked!'. As all this unfolded, Mr. Hottie had his eyes on nobody but me. How could I be this lucky?
Mr. Hottie walked directly past them and next to me and took his dick out from his Cintas work pants. I undid my 501s and took out my dick. I was bigger and thicker than the other two white guys, but the black guy had it over all of us in means of size. But after a few, I barely noticed the other two guys at all.
Though I desperately wanted to kiss this guy, out in the woods in a public park is not the place to do that. This is for quick get-off and go kind of activity. I had to respect that.
We stroked for a few minutes, each of us scanning the perimeter. I bent over went down Mr. Hottie. His dick was thin, but around 7" long and cut. I only stayed down on him for a minute or two but gave him the idea of how good a cocksucker I was.
Mr. Hottie made the mistake of playing with my nipples. He sent me over the edge with his rough hands - and I really knew there wasn't much we could do about it there in the park. As you know - guys who play with those on me can get me to bend over with ease.
As I stood up from sucking Mr. Hottie, I did notice that the black guy firmly had a few fingers up the ass of the pick-up guy. Black guy was looking at me watching him. I then went back down on Mr. Hottie for a few more.
Taking a break and him going back to playing with my nips, I did the same for him. He unbuttoned a few of his buttons on his work shirt to expose an extremely nice chest with a generous covering of hair. I leaned in and licked at them. He seemed to like that a lot - though he was a very quite sort....and I think I know why. He took his mouth to my nipples then and when he did exposed a side of him I had not seen yet - and he had a hearing aid. No biggie to me - in an odd way it just made him hotter to me.
In a surprise, Mr. Hottie went down on me. I was so hot for him and had been stroking my dick while sucking him and watching the other guys - I came dangerously close to shooting. Luckily, he pulled off and I retained normal excitment levels.
The pick-up guy was just watching us, with his ass sticking out and the black guy had at least three fingers buried deep in him. I mouthed to the black guy 'fuck him', but he just shook his head 'no'. Too bad. I would have liked to have seen that.
I went back down on Mr. Hottie and he had a massive drop of precum on the top of his dick. I wasn't sucking him long before I knew he was going to blow. He pulled out, pushed me away and I heard him say he was going to cum. Well fuck if I was gonna let that happen without me getting it.
I got back on his dick and when he realized I wanted it (he must have had too many guys pull off - though who the fuck wouldn't want this stud's jizz?), he wrapped a hand around my head and I drank him all down.
The most surprising thing is that he didn't zip up and leave right after. He grabbed my dick and started stroking me. The pick-up guy must have liked the fingers being up his ass and shot off a really really nice load. In a way, I'm sorry I didn't drop to get it, but I wanted to stay as focused as possible on Mr. Hottie.
Mr. Hottie stepped away and I took over my own stroking. It didn't take long - and I pumped off a big load that some squirts shot out about 3-4 ft. At that point, Mr. Hottie nodded at me and headed up the path back to his car.
Pick-up guy had left too and the black guy went even further down the path to lord knows what. I gave the first two guys a head start before heading back to my car. It'd be odd with three guys exiting the woods within 1-2 minutes of each other.
Mr. Hottie was hanging out by a picnic table when I left the woods. He nodded in my direction and I got in my car and left. Afterward, I kind of kicked myself for not just handing him my phone number.
He's one I'd want to get into some more play with. But now I know where he hangs out - and what day and time of day I've seen him there before. Let's hope it's a habit.
Rick is one of those guys who is hot, but has no idea. Taller than I am (I'm guessing he's like 6'4"), and a total daddy type. But a hip with it kind of dad. Brownish hair that is slightly greying ever so. I would do him in a heartbeat. I wonder how disconcerting it is that I come in after months and address him by first name without ever having to look at his nameplate. ...maybe he does know he's hot.
Alas - it was not meant to be and he's one of these guys I have no idea how to approach. Plus if rejected, he's got my car's life in his hands.....as well as all my personal information.
Afterwards, I was a little horny. I had been on-line for 90 minutes mostly looking at male erotica (or reading it) and was all worked up. About 15 minutes from the dealership is a park I used to frequent....actually as early as this July. I even wrote about it here.
In that post, I mentioned in that post about a 'hot MF' sitting in his car ignoring my presence. The nerve! Wouldn't you know it - he was parked there when I pulled into the little lot. Still looking all fucking hot. This time he paid me a little more attention, but not much. I wasn't counting on anything since he left me high and dry last time. I figured I was not his type.
Shortly thereafter, a pick-up pulls in. The guy was ok at best, but at least he more than glanced my way before leaving his truck and heading down a path into the woods. I decided to check him out further and yeah, somewhere in the back of my mind I was hoping Mr. Hottie would follow me.
As I made my way deeper into the woods, going where I assumed the pick-up guy went, I finally caught site of him. He was next to a tree with his jeans slightly down exposing a hairless ass. Maybe he was pissing...maybe not. I kept walking till I came upon him - and actually passed him. Sure enough, his front was exposed too with a decent sized cock. I looked at it, then up at him and then continued to walk deeper into the woods, eventually finding a fallen, rotting tree to sit on. This way I figured if he wanted he could stand right in front of me and feed a hungry cocksucker.
Barely did he make his way over before he said someone was coming. And damn if it wasn't Mr. Hottie. There he was keeping somewhat of a distance in his slightly mirrored sunglasses, his ballcap, and work-clothes that made him look like he worked in automotive service. The 5 o'clock shadow really fucking made the look.
The pick-up guy started rubbing himself (again) and I was too, though much more subtle. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if the Hottie was always there because he was Johnny Law. Every once in awhile in the back of my mind I think 'my luck has to run out sometime' when it comes to public sex. (not that it hasn't twice before - but those are other stories.)
But Mr. Hottie started rubbing too - but still my back was up. I felt a little better when pick-up guy exposed himself and no one was arrested. Then I swear out of nowhere another guy (count 'em - #4) came out of nowhere.
He was an older (50-ish) black man in a t-shirt and running shorts with a baseball cap. He stood next to me, placing one foot on the fallen tree and having his bound-up, big, hard, black dick come out of his shorts. He was already erect and just played with it.
I felt even better when he went over to the pick-up guy and started playing with him. Once again, pick-up guy exposed his ass and I was thinking 'man, this guy wants fucked!'. As all this unfolded, Mr. Hottie had his eyes on nobody but me. How could I be this lucky?
Mr. Hottie walked directly past them and next to me and took his dick out from his Cintas work pants. I undid my 501s and took out my dick. I was bigger and thicker than the other two white guys, but the black guy had it over all of us in means of size. But after a few, I barely noticed the other two guys at all.
Though I desperately wanted to kiss this guy, out in the woods in a public park is not the place to do that. This is for quick get-off and go kind of activity. I had to respect that.
We stroked for a few minutes, each of us scanning the perimeter. I bent over went down Mr. Hottie. His dick was thin, but around 7" long and cut. I only stayed down on him for a minute or two but gave him the idea of how good a cocksucker I was.
Mr. Hottie made the mistake of playing with my nipples. He sent me over the edge with his rough hands - and I really knew there wasn't much we could do about it there in the park. As you know - guys who play with those on me can get me to bend over with ease.
As I stood up from sucking Mr. Hottie, I did notice that the black guy firmly had a few fingers up the ass of the pick-up guy. Black guy was looking at me watching him. I then went back down on Mr. Hottie for a few more.
Taking a break and him going back to playing with my nips, I did the same for him. He unbuttoned a few of his buttons on his work shirt to expose an extremely nice chest with a generous covering of hair. I leaned in and licked at them. He seemed to like that a lot - though he was a very quite sort....and I think I know why. He took his mouth to my nipples then and when he did exposed a side of him I had not seen yet - and he had a hearing aid. No biggie to me - in an odd way it just made him hotter to me.
In a surprise, Mr. Hottie went down on me. I was so hot for him and had been stroking my dick while sucking him and watching the other guys - I came dangerously close to shooting. Luckily, he pulled off and I retained normal excitment levels.
The pick-up guy was just watching us, with his ass sticking out and the black guy had at least three fingers buried deep in him. I mouthed to the black guy 'fuck him', but he just shook his head 'no'. Too bad. I would have liked to have seen that.
I went back down on Mr. Hottie and he had a massive drop of precum on the top of his dick. I wasn't sucking him long before I knew he was going to blow. He pulled out, pushed me away and I heard him say he was going to cum. Well fuck if I was gonna let that happen without me getting it.
I got back on his dick and when he realized I wanted it (he must have had too many guys pull off - though who the fuck wouldn't want this stud's jizz?), he wrapped a hand around my head and I drank him all down.
The most surprising thing is that he didn't zip up and leave right after. He grabbed my dick and started stroking me. The pick-up guy must have liked the fingers being up his ass and shot off a really really nice load. In a way, I'm sorry I didn't drop to get it, but I wanted to stay as focused as possible on Mr. Hottie.
Mr. Hottie stepped away and I took over my own stroking. It didn't take long - and I pumped off a big load that some squirts shot out about 3-4 ft. At that point, Mr. Hottie nodded at me and headed up the path back to his car.
Pick-up guy had left too and the black guy went even further down the path to lord knows what. I gave the first two guys a head start before heading back to my car. It'd be odd with three guys exiting the woods within 1-2 minutes of each other.
Mr. Hottie was hanging out by a picnic table when I left the woods. He nodded in my direction and I got in my car and left. Afterward, I kind of kicked myself for not just handing him my phone number.
He's one I'd want to get into some more play with. But now I know where he hangs out - and what day and time of day I've seen him there before. Let's hope it's a habit.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Houston Visit - pt 3 (final)
No more than 20 minutes after the married guy from pt 2 leave did I get a call from this guy.
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We had emailed a few times before the call. And even had one call before THE call. The emails teased me that he wanted to lick my ass - for starters. But when it came down to it, it sounded like he was partnered and couldn't get out of the house. Being the evil man I am, I sexually taunted him - telling him to lie to find a way to leave his residence. He said he'd call back. I did not hold out high hopes.
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Imagine my surprise when he rang me back up saying he was 10 minutes away and wanted to fuck my ass. I mentioned something about having the poppers and lube at the beside table and he mentioned I wouldn't be needing the lube - nor would he. He proceeded to tell me his ass eating would leave me wet enough to take his dick. Now you can see his dick (all three pics are his penis) .....and I love the idea of having only spit as lube, but sometimes it is just not the most practical solution. Some things are good in theory and bad in practice. The man was not all talk, and there are not many of them you can count on by meeting via an internet hook-up list.
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I met him down in the lobby and we headed back to my room. By this time I was hitting the lobby in shorts, nothing undereath, a t-shirt and no shoes. I was never ever staying at this hotel again - I didn't give a fuck at what they thought of me or why I was having a cavalcade of men up to my room. I wasn't performing acts of prostitution. It was a free giveaway.
Once in the room, the man grabbed me and kissed me. I do love to kiss, but am very very particular about whom I do it with. I was very ok with doing it with him and get this - he was GOOD at it. Better than good...and it was all full ofpassion lust.
In a heartbeat the man (I never even got a fuckin name....even one to make up here) had my shorts down, me bent over the bed and his mouth as my crack. I have no idea where or how he could produce so much saliva. He went it with a gusto I have not seen in a long long while....and usually the guy who does it with that much enthusiasm is, well...........me. But I can't lick my own hole. (note to self: start yoga!)
After 10 minutes of ass-eating, he just stood up behind me and I grabbed my poppers. Not that he waited for me to open them and take a hit. Nope. He positioned himself and pushed himself in. As you can see the curve downward of his cock, that was no easy feat. I almost asked if he could feel the load the big black guy left in me, but it'd been a few hours at this point and doubted he could. I think he would have been turned on knowing someone else had been up there - and he clearly liked going into me skin-on-skin. I did too.
He was big and thick and still had to force it up me even though I had been opened up earlier. He told me to fuckin' take it. At some point I flipped on my back and he bent down and really went to make-out with me. ....telling me he doesn't fuck anyone he can't kiss. It's a great line that could of worked on a guy whom I wanted to make-out with and maybe even one I didn't.
I will say, he was the only guy who made sure the other guests in the hotel might have known sex was happening on the premises. Like I said - I don't care. Actually, I love that.
Because of his angle, his thrusts and his throbbing when he started to unload - the combination was too much for me. I could not hold back and I let loose with a big load of jizz of my own.
Not that he cared - but we established earlier on that this was about me getting his load...and we were both ok with that.
I let him clean up, dress and get back to his partner, girlfriend, wife....whatever.
I went to bed with a load in my mouth - and opted not to brush so I could keep the taste...and two loads in my ass....both of which I kept in me until before my morning shower.
G-d....I am such a fuckin' pig........but you can't really change your spots now, can you?
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We had emailed a few times before the call. And even had one call before THE call. The emails teased me that he wanted to lick my ass - for starters. But when it came down to it, it sounded like he was partnered and couldn't get out of the house. Being the evil man I am, I sexually taunted him - telling him to lie to find a way to leave his residence. He said he'd call back. I did not hold out high hopes.
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Imagine my surprise when he rang me back up saying he was 10 minutes away and wanted to fuck my ass. I mentioned something about having the poppers and lube at the beside table and he mentioned I wouldn't be needing the lube - nor would he. He proceeded to tell me his ass eating would leave me wet enough to take his dick. Now you can see his dick (all three pics are his penis) .....and I love the idea of having only spit as lube, but sometimes it is just not the most practical solution. Some things are good in theory and bad in practice. The man was not all talk, and there are not many of them you can count on by meeting via an internet hook-up list.
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Once in the room, the man grabbed me and kissed me. I do love to kiss, but am very very particular about whom I do it with. I was very ok with doing it with him and get this - he was GOOD at it. Better than good...and it was all full of
In a heartbeat the man (I never even got a fuckin name....even one to make up here) had my shorts down, me bent over the bed and his mouth as my crack. I have no idea where or how he could produce so much saliva. He went it with a gusto I have not seen in a long long while....and usually the guy who does it with that much enthusiasm is, well...........me. But I can't lick my own hole. (note to self: start yoga!)
After 10 minutes of ass-eating, he just stood up behind me and I grabbed my poppers. Not that he waited for me to open them and take a hit. Nope. He positioned himself and pushed himself in. As you can see the curve downward of his cock, that was no easy feat. I almost asked if he could feel the load the big black guy left in me, but it'd been a few hours at this point and doubted he could. I think he would have been turned on knowing someone else had been up there - and he clearly liked going into me skin-on-skin. I did too.
He was big and thick and still had to force it up me even though I had been opened up earlier. He told me to fuckin' take it. At some point I flipped on my back and he bent down and really went to make-out with me. ....telling me he doesn't fuck anyone he can't kiss. It's a great line that could of worked on a guy whom I wanted to make-out with and maybe even one I didn't.
I will say, he was the only guy who made sure the other guests in the hotel might have known sex was happening on the premises. Like I said - I don't care. Actually, I love that.
Because of his angle, his thrusts and his throbbing when he started to unload - the combination was too much for me. I could not hold back and I let loose with a big load of jizz of my own.
Not that he cared - but we established earlier on that this was about me getting his load...and we were both ok with that.
I let him clean up, dress and get back to his partner, girlfriend, wife....whatever.
I went to bed with a load in my mouth - and opted not to brush so I could keep the taste...and two loads in my ass....both of which I kept in me until before my morning shower.
G-d....I am such a fuckin' pig........but you can't really change your spots now, can you?
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Houston Visit - pt 1
After I finished my work gig in the Oil city, I got back to my hotel room and promptly placed an ad on craigslist. It garnered me some results, bu not as many as I would have thunk in a city that size. One of the guys you've read about already - in pt. 2
There were a few others, but the one that piqued my curiosity was this guy:
I'm a very handsome Bi Athletic Black Professional (white collar exec); 32yo, 5ft10in, 175lbs muscular, 8.5inches cut and clean, DDF and non-smoker. Very masculine, safe, sane and discrete.
I responded and he walked over from his office, taking a late afternoon sex break, it seemed.
He neglected to say 'married', but who am I to judge. The wedding ring was the first thing I noticed about him - but that's true of just about any man.
By the time we got back to my room, I could tell he was erect. He went to undo his belt and I stopped him, telling him I would take care of it. Immediately I went to my knees and unbuckled and unzipped him. His cock fell out with almost a thud.
Not to be stereotypical, but the man was hung like what you'd think of a black man. Yes, he was a true 8.5", but he never mentioned how thick the meat was either. Trust me, I'm not complaining.
I went down on him immediately - though I had to stretch my mouth pretty wide to get down to his wiry pubes. I love the way my spit looks on a black dick. It shows me where I've been and what I still have to accomplish or how successful I've done in taking every fat fucking inch.
At one point I pulled out my camera and took a pic of his beautiful meat that curved ever so slightly downward.
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As I went back to him, using my tongue on the underside and my lips on the outside, I heard him mutter very very low, "man - I wanna fuck you".
I love that in a guy. The one who barely throws it out there seeing what response he'll get. One if rejected can write the comment off to 'heat of the moment', but really hoping the guy putting out will take him up on his offer. I'm just the guy to say 'yes'.
He was on his back and I hovered over him and his erect dick. Before long, I was on my back and he was nudging his way in. And even though he was seemingly concerned about his size and my tightness - he was more concerned about getting all the way in me. He was like a guy. A real guy. The kind who only cared about getting his nut.
He did stretch my hole good as he kept pumping into me. And out of me. And of course, into me again and again. Until he stopped. Oh yeah - so much for 'safe'!
Keith was a silent cummer. Not a word or sound escaped his full lips. Not even a rolling back of his eyes. He never made a sex face - but he got what he came for. I got what he came for.
There were a few others, but the one that piqued my curiosity was this guy:
I'm a very handsome Bi Athletic Black Professional (white collar exec); 32yo, 5ft10in, 175lbs muscular, 8.5inches cut and clean, DDF and non-smoker. Very masculine, safe, sane and discrete.
I responded and he walked over from his office, taking a late afternoon sex break, it seemed.
He neglected to say 'married', but who am I to judge. The wedding ring was the first thing I noticed about him - but that's true of just about any man.
By the time we got back to my room, I could tell he was erect. He went to undo his belt and I stopped him, telling him I would take care of it. Immediately I went to my knees and unbuckled and unzipped him. His cock fell out with almost a thud.
Not to be stereotypical, but the man was hung like what you'd think of a black man. Yes, he was a true 8.5", but he never mentioned how thick the meat was either. Trust me, I'm not complaining.
I went down on him immediately - though I had to stretch my mouth pretty wide to get down to his wiry pubes. I love the way my spit looks on a black dick. It shows me where I've been and what I still have to accomplish or how successful I've done in taking every fat fucking inch.
At one point I pulled out my camera and took a pic of his beautiful meat that curved ever so slightly downward.
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I love that in a guy. The one who barely throws it out there seeing what response he'll get. One if rejected can write the comment off to 'heat of the moment', but really hoping the guy putting out will take him up on his offer. I'm just the guy to say 'yes'.
He was on his back and I hovered over him and his erect dick. Before long, I was on my back and he was nudging his way in. And even though he was seemingly concerned about his size and my tightness - he was more concerned about getting all the way in me. He was like a guy. A real guy. The kind who only cared about getting his nut.
He did stretch my hole good as he kept pumping into me. And out of me. And of course, into me again and again. Until he stopped. Oh yeah - so much for 'safe'!
Keith was a silent cummer. Not a word or sound escaped his full lips. Not even a rolling back of his eyes. He never made a sex face - but he got what he came for. I got what he came for.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Houston Visit - pt 2
I made the most of my time while I was in Houston for business. Wrapped-up work as early as I could and got to my hotel. I had already begged off dinner with associates. My plan was to eat and play in my room. I'd forgo food if I got a good response to my ad(s).
And I did get a decent response - but the timing was such that I actually did get non-liquid nourishment.
For this guy (notice this series of stories will be a little out of order) was a downtown, married business worker. His office was near my hotel but kept putting me off due to unexpected 'meetings'. I had completely written him off after he failed to call or show.
Hours later he called and was downstairs waiting. By this time I had spoken to so many guys I didn't know who he was - though he was arrogant enough to think I should and that he was the ONLY one. Dickish? Kind of. Hot attitude with that? Definitely.
Again it was one of those hotels with the key card activated elevators. WHY do I keep getting these? Again, it means having to go down and retrieve the guy. I'm not looking for greeting them or awkward conversation on a 5 story ride and a walk down the hall. I want them to push the door open and unzip.
At least this guy was palming his crotch the entire elevator ride and walk to room 505.
When in the door he had me strip. He verbally stopped me from touching him as he took off his clothes, because he did not command it. But then he demeaned me for not being on my knees and taking his exposed cock - though he never gave me permission. As frustrating as that can be for a a guy, for a true cocksucker it can be a great thing: the mixed messages, the double edged sword, the verbal berating. Some of us thrive on that shit.
But I did take him in my mouth. And I took him to the root.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
It was a more than decent sized dick. I thought about how he must give it to his wife as I looked up, my mouth full of cock, and seeing his gold wedding band.
But before long he was on the bed wanting me to lick his nuts. I made the mistake of sucking them and felt his hand slap my head. For all his tough-act, his nuts were ultra sensitive. Ok - I get it.
And when I lick the ball, what can I say, I'm always thinking of licking further south. He liked when I lapped at his 'taint and I knew I was going to make the attempt of even lower regions. I kind of worried about his reaction, but maybe I shouldn't have. He loved it.
Clearly I was not the first guy (or girl) to put tongue to hole on him. He instructed me how he licked it - how far to go in, how often to lick, etc. When he asked if I liked it, and I replied in the affirmative - actually saying 'I loved it' (and I do like eating ass), he laughed and called me a 'disgusting faggot'.
But what I was doing must have been getting to him. I don't think it was 30 seconds after taking him back to the root before he said he was going to drown me in his cum.
I'm sure it's a nice thought on his prowess, but he underestimated my abilities to swallow every drop he shot in my mouth.....which I made sure to show him before I gulped it down. He made sure I squeezed out what little drops were still in the head - and I took those too.
As he was dressing, he asked how many others I had for the night. I lied and told him he was the only one and the only one I wanted. It makes guys like that feel good - and somewhere deep down, they like and want to believe it to be true.
And I did get a decent response - but the timing was such that I actually did get non-liquid nourishment.
For this guy (notice this series of stories will be a little out of order) was a downtown, married business worker. His office was near my hotel but kept putting me off due to unexpected 'meetings'. I had completely written him off after he failed to call or show.
Hours later he called and was downstairs waiting. By this time I had spoken to so many guys I didn't know who he was - though he was arrogant enough to think I should and that he was the ONLY one. Dickish? Kind of. Hot attitude with that? Definitely.
Again it was one of those hotels with the key card activated elevators. WHY do I keep getting these? Again, it means having to go down and retrieve the guy. I'm not looking for greeting them or awkward conversation on a 5 story ride and a walk down the hall. I want them to push the door open and unzip.
At least this guy was palming his crotch the entire elevator ride and walk to room 505.
When in the door he had me strip. He verbally stopped me from touching him as he took off his clothes, because he did not command it. But then he demeaned me for not being on my knees and taking his exposed cock - though he never gave me permission. As frustrating as that can be for a a guy, for a true cocksucker it can be a great thing: the mixed messages, the double edged sword, the verbal berating. Some of us thrive on that shit.
But I did take him in my mouth. And I took him to the root.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
But before long he was on the bed wanting me to lick his nuts. I made the mistake of sucking them and felt his hand slap my head. For all his tough-act, his nuts were ultra sensitive. Ok - I get it.
And when I lick the ball, what can I say, I'm always thinking of licking further south. He liked when I lapped at his 'taint and I knew I was going to make the attempt of even lower regions. I kind of worried about his reaction, but maybe I shouldn't have. He loved it.
Clearly I was not the first guy (or girl) to put tongue to hole on him. He instructed me how he licked it - how far to go in, how often to lick, etc. When he asked if I liked it, and I replied in the affirmative - actually saying 'I loved it' (and I do like eating ass), he laughed and called me a 'disgusting faggot'.
But what I was doing must have been getting to him. I don't think it was 30 seconds after taking him back to the root before he said he was going to drown me in his cum.
I'm sure it's a nice thought on his prowess, but he underestimated my abilities to swallow every drop he shot in my mouth.....which I made sure to show him before I gulped it down. He made sure I squeezed out what little drops were still in the head - and I took those too.
As he was dressing, he asked how many others I had for the night. I lied and told him he was the only one and the only one I wanted. It makes guys like that feel good - and somewhere deep down, they like and want to believe it to be true.
Friday, September 21, 2007
100,000 +
....no! Not the men I've "slept" with. Though potentially, I suppose it could be possible. Wilt Chamberlain has nothing on me. ...though his were with 'women'. ick.
Sometime late yesterday I surpassed the 100,000 time the blog has been accessed. I guess sex does sell. Not that I charge. For g-d's sakes....I might be a slut, I'm not a whore!
I know I have had over 100k hits, but I started the blog in mid 2005 but didn't attach a counter to the site until 2006. I'm only going by the time after I installed said counter. It's only fair.
I wanted to try to isolate the 100,000th person and congratulate them. Mind you- I could never actually tell who it was, just perhaps the city and country they were in. But I only can see the last 100 hits and I was at 100,110 when I noticed I went over into six-digits.
So whomever you were - congratulations. There is no cash prize. No gift certificate. No nothing. However, if you had a nice dick, full nuts and a filthy mouth - I might have dropped to my knees or on my back for ya!
Sometime late yesterday I surpassed the 100,000 time the blog has been accessed. I guess sex does sell. Not that I charge. For g-d's sakes....I might be a slut, I'm not a whore!
I know I have had over 100k hits, but I started the blog in mid 2005 but didn't attach a counter to the site until 2006. I'm only going by the time after I installed said counter. It's only fair.
I wanted to try to isolate the 100,000th person and congratulate them. Mind you- I could never actually tell who it was, just perhaps the city and country they were in. But I only can see the last 100 hits and I was at 100,110 when I noticed I went over into six-digits.
So whomever you were - congratulations. There is no cash prize. No gift certificate. No nothing. However, if you had a nice dick, full nuts and a filthy mouth - I might have dropped to my knees or on my back for ya!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
BikeGuy13 - SuperGenius
You have a sexual IQ of 157 When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends. Take this quiz at QuizUniverse.com |
Fuck. 157? ONLY??
I think I could teach a few people at quizuniverse a few things about sex.
Friday, September 14, 2007
14 days
A few have inquired to my load release status after yesterday's post.
You will be happy to know (or perhaps not), that I did dump my nut. It was gratifying and yet in some ways it was not.
I had answered a craigslist ad from a guy who was staying at a hotel not far from where I work. The smaller pictures he posted didn't tell me a lot about him, though the description was ok...and what I could see in the pics looked more than adequate.
I arrived at the hotel with no issues other than the elevators are key card controlled. Is this a new trend of which I am unaware? Great for security - bad for anonymous hook-ups.
The door was ajar when I walked up and I just pushed it open. I got a twinge of regret when the room was black as pitch. I wasn't nervous for my safety - but for the dread of the guy who is hiding something in the cloak of darkness.
Normally your eyes adjust to such blackness - mine never did. Though maybe I didn't want them too.
His mouth was good, but in my mind I had already talked myself into fucking him. I was positioning myself when he produced a condom for me to put on. Damn!
This is not what I wanted. I thought and pondered how to work around this. And damn if that fucker didn't constantly reach around to feel for the fuckin latex upon shaft. I guess I could have said - 'this isn't what I signed up for or wanted', and then walked out - but keep in mind: 14 days!
I was hard. I was lubed up (over and under the rubber) and I was ready to fuck. And let's face it - this isn't my gig and it was right then something I really really wanted.
Maybe I'm patting myself on the back, but I did a great job. I fucked his ass for almost 30 minutes. I had him bent over the hotel table because, if I did adjust to the light, I wasn't sure I actually wanted to see who or what I was fucking. His legs were strong. His ass firm - though not tight tight....if you know what I mean.
But I pounded butt. I slammed his ass. Then I took my time. He begged me to give him my babies. I grabbed the back of his neck and told him to not dare ask for things he wasn't able or willing to provide - and then proceeded to push his head to the table with force.
After 20-25 minutes I started to think I needed to wrap it up. I considered pulling out and cumming on him. He indicated he would take it in his mouth. I asked if he would swallow it. He restated, "I'll take it in my mouth". Fuck that. As much as I hate using and having rubbers on me - spitting out of seed is by far a greater offense. I deemed that I would finish in his ass - even if it was to dump my load in a baggie.
The guy kept asking how he felt. I kept telling him to shut the fuck up. I love to talk during sex - especially dirty talk, but I was in no mood to have discussions with him. I also didn't need him distracting me from the task at hand. It was hard enough to concentrate on the lack and loss of feeling that a millimeter or two of latex has.
After some time I was able to ejaculate. I was doing it all for me and nothing for him. I don't care if he knew I was coming or if he could feel it. I made no announcement to him. I just came.
To a degree he must have sensed it because he started to use his ass muscle to milk me. But I pull out. I wanted to go. I was standing there with my pants around my ankles too long.
I pulled up my pants and made my way to the bathroom. He made no attempt to leave his space. I pulled off the overly filled rubber - looking at it and somewhat proud of myself for how much of it I filled up. Then I laid it right on the bathroom counter - leaving it for him.
I washed my dick. I washed my hands. I put myself together and walked out of the bathroom and his room with out a word. He didn't deserve a 'thank you'......but he should have been fuckin' thanking me!
You will be happy to know (or perhaps not), that I did dump my nut. It was gratifying and yet in some ways it was not.
I had answered a craigslist ad from a guy who was staying at a hotel not far from where I work. The smaller pictures he posted didn't tell me a lot about him, though the description was ok...and what I could see in the pics looked more than adequate.
I arrived at the hotel with no issues other than the elevators are key card controlled. Is this a new trend of which I am unaware? Great for security - bad for anonymous hook-ups.
The door was ajar when I walked up and I just pushed it open. I got a twinge of regret when the room was black as pitch. I wasn't nervous for my safety - but for the dread of the guy who is hiding something in the cloak of darkness.
Normally your eyes adjust to such blackness - mine never did. Though maybe I didn't want them too.
His mouth was good, but in my mind I had already talked myself into fucking him. I was positioning myself when he produced a condom for me to put on. Damn!
This is not what I wanted. I thought and pondered how to work around this. And damn if that fucker didn't constantly reach around to feel for the fuckin latex upon shaft. I guess I could have said - 'this isn't what I signed up for or wanted', and then walked out - but keep in mind: 14 days!
I was hard. I was lubed up (over and under the rubber) and I was ready to fuck. And let's face it - this isn't my gig and it was right then something I really really wanted.
Maybe I'm patting myself on the back, but I did a great job. I fucked his ass for almost 30 minutes. I had him bent over the hotel table because, if I did adjust to the light, I wasn't sure I actually wanted to see who or what I was fucking. His legs were strong. His ass firm - though not tight tight....if you know what I mean.
But I pounded butt. I slammed his ass. Then I took my time. He begged me to give him my babies. I grabbed the back of his neck and told him to not dare ask for things he wasn't able or willing to provide - and then proceeded to push his head to the table with force.
After 20-25 minutes I started to think I needed to wrap it up. I considered pulling out and cumming on him. He indicated he would take it in his mouth. I asked if he would swallow it. He restated, "I'll take it in my mouth". Fuck that. As much as I hate using and having rubbers on me - spitting out of seed is by far a greater offense. I deemed that I would finish in his ass - even if it was to dump my load in a baggie.
The guy kept asking how he felt. I kept telling him to shut the fuck up. I love to talk during sex - especially dirty talk, but I was in no mood to have discussions with him. I also didn't need him distracting me from the task at hand. It was hard enough to concentrate on the lack and loss of feeling that a millimeter or two of latex has.
After some time I was able to ejaculate. I was doing it all for me and nothing for him. I don't care if he knew I was coming or if he could feel it. I made no announcement to him. I just came.
To a degree he must have sensed it because he started to use his ass muscle to milk me. But I pull out. I wanted to go. I was standing there with my pants around my ankles too long.
I pulled up my pants and made my way to the bathroom. He made no attempt to leave his space. I pulled off the overly filled rubber - looking at it and somewhat proud of myself for how much of it I filled up. Then I laid it right on the bathroom counter - leaving it for him.
I washed my dick. I washed my hands. I put myself together and walked out of the bathroom and his room with out a word. He didn't deserve a 'thank you'......but he should have been fuckin' thanking me!
Thursday, September 13, 2007
What to Do? What to Do?
I've had sex on the brain for days now.
Shocked - aren't you?
Seriously though - it seems worse than usual. I am having major difficulty focusing at work or anything else just knowing it's been a while since I've gotten someone off (other than guys reading this and pounding their pud) and 14 days since I've dumped a load.
I get erect at the slightest thought or breeze. My balls are so incredibly heavy. That doesn't even cover my twitching hole or empty mouth.
I love traveling for work because it seems so much easier to get laid. There is something appealing about guys hooking up with out of towners. Hotel sex is hot. Knowing that the guy is leaving (even if the guy is me) is a good scenario. It's not full-proof anonymous any more (thank you internets!), but it can be close.
Guys who answer my ads have to be as glad as (if not more so) for the no-strings encounters. Hell, that is why they answer them - no? Even the really good guys, the hot guys, the great fucks - normally I have no burning desire to see again. Some of them - sure.
So here I sit. Balls full. Dick at half-mast. Emailing a guy who is in town at a hotel not far from where I work....who wants it up the ass. You know I'm not normally a fuckER, but today, if he's available and somewhat decent....I might make the exception.
Thoughts?
Shocked - aren't you?
Seriously though - it seems worse than usual. I am having major difficulty focusing at work or anything else just knowing it's been a while since I've gotten someone off (other than guys reading this and pounding their pud) and 14 days since I've dumped a load.
I get erect at the slightest thought or breeze. My balls are so incredibly heavy. That doesn't even cover my twitching hole or empty mouth.
I love traveling for work because it seems so much easier to get laid. There is something appealing about guys hooking up with out of towners. Hotel sex is hot. Knowing that the guy is leaving (even if the guy is me) is a good scenario. It's not full-proof anonymous any more (thank you internets!), but it can be close.
Guys who answer my ads have to be as glad as (if not more so) for the no-strings encounters. Hell, that is why they answer them - no? Even the really good guys, the hot guys, the great fucks - normally I have no burning desire to see again. Some of them - sure.
So here I sit. Balls full. Dick at half-mast. Emailing a guy who is in town at a hotel not far from where I work....who wants it up the ass. You know I'm not normally a fuckER, but today, if he's available and somewhat decent....I might make the exception.
Thoughts?
Saturday, September 08, 2007
DC Head
My last morning in DC I realized that for all the fucks I took, I still hadn't gotten off. When I thought about it more, I realized I had not dumped a load since that 'kid' sucked me off in a bathroom close to my office - two weeks earlier.
I thought it was ok for me to give something back to the community: an 8" dick and 14-15 days worth of sperm. What can I say? I'm generous that way.
Again, due to timing and availability, there weren't many takers and fewer I wanted to see suck me. It really came down to one. He could make it 15 minutes after I was to be on the Metro, and I told him 'no deal - sorry'. He rearranged his schedule and arrived at the time I needed him....not what was necessarily convenient for him. I know from this behaviour, since I subscribe to it.
Once again, I left the door ajar and he walked right in without knocking. The guy was a pro. Not only professionally dressed, but clearly an experienced cocksucker. He loved it - my dick that is. What's not to love? I do not think I'm being egotistical to say that I have a great dick. I've seen thousands of them - in person and more on-line and in magazines. G-d provided me a great dick. I don't take credit for it or anything. It's not like I work out to make it bigger - it's just there.
He took me to the pubes and I loved that. I like it deep and not as much playing around with the head. I stood right at my 4th floor hotel window for anyone walking by and looking up to see a partial show. If they had half a brain, they could have figured out what was going on. I hope so. As you know, I'm ok with being watched.
All too soon (though, really I had to get moving) I was ready to unload. As I normally do, I told the cocksucker to stop moving and start swallowing - even before I shoot. I know the volume of my loads...and I didn't need him gagging back jizz onto my dress pants.
Unlike other cocksuckers - he really did listen to the instruction. He got every fuckin drop out of me and I was happy to have him do it. Like a good boy - he made a hasty retreat out of the room and I finished packing and checked-out of the hotel so I could get on with my busy work day.
As I expected, he has left me several emails hoping he'll be of service to me next time I'm in town.
Time will tell.
I thought it was ok for me to give something back to the community: an 8" dick and 14-15 days worth of sperm. What can I say? I'm generous that way.
Again, due to timing and availability, there weren't many takers and fewer I wanted to see suck me. It really came down to one. He could make it 15 minutes after I was to be on the Metro, and I told him 'no deal - sorry'. He rearranged his schedule and arrived at the time I needed him....not what was necessarily convenient for him. I know from this behaviour, since I subscribe to it.
Once again, I left the door ajar and he walked right in without knocking. The guy was a pro. Not only professionally dressed, but clearly an experienced cocksucker. He loved it - my dick that is. What's not to love? I do not think I'm being egotistical to say that I have a great dick. I've seen thousands of them - in person and more on-line and in magazines. G-d provided me a great dick. I don't take credit for it or anything. It's not like I work out to make it bigger - it's just there.
He took me to the pubes and I loved that. I like it deep and not as much playing around with the head. I stood right at my 4th floor hotel window for anyone walking by and looking up to see a partial show. If they had half a brain, they could have figured out what was going on. I hope so. As you know, I'm ok with being watched.
All too soon (though, really I had to get moving) I was ready to unload. As I normally do, I told the cocksucker to stop moving and start swallowing - even before I shoot. I know the volume of my loads...and I didn't need him gagging back jizz onto my dress pants.
Unlike other cocksuckers - he really did listen to the instruction. He got every fuckin drop out of me and I was happy to have him do it. Like a good boy - he made a hasty retreat out of the room and I finished packing and checked-out of the hotel so I could get on with my busy work day.
As I expected, he has left me several emails hoping he'll be of service to me next time I'm in town.
Time will tell.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Tag Team
The sex g-ds were with me during part of my trip to DC. In a matter of minutes I get a call from a guy I hooked up with on one of my initial trips to DC, and then a text message from a friend he had kind of / sort of pimped me out too. Neither of them were aware the other had contacted me.
Both "Paul" and "Steve" showed up within minutes of each other. After the ceremonial undressing of ourselves we just got down to play time. Up first: me on my knees going back and forth between their two cocks. Naturally I attempted a dual suck too. That proved difficult due to the fact that they both have big thick dicks. Of course, I gave it the old college try. While I was down there, they decided to make out. They'd been fuck buds for awhile, so that was more natural to them. I can get into kissing, but it's not my mainstay when I'm hooking up.
Eventually they took their turns on their knees as well - everyone sharing everyone else's dick. I did snap a picture of all of our pricks. Notice even though I can grow to a full 8+", Steve (right) and Paul (left) have bigger dicks than yours truly. I am not complaining.
But this wasn't really about sucking dick. It never is with these two. After I initially got pimped out to Steve, I think he has fucked me almost every time I hit the city - and he's happy to do it. As am I.
Soon Paul asked Steve if he was ready to fuck me. I think we all know the answer here.
With poppers in hand and Gun Oil on his cock, Steve eased his big dick into me. He was deliberate and took his time. I appreciated that - as you can see the thickness of his shaft. Granted, I could take it all, but he is a thoughtful fucker.
As always with Steve, he varied the speed, thrust and positioning of his dick into my ass. He mixes it up for him as much as myself - probably more for him. Both men always tell me I'm tight - which might be hard for some of you to believe (yes, I can be slutty), but again, look at the girth of their shafts. I'm guessing most guys are tight to a thickness like theirs.
After about 15 minutes, Steve and Paul switched places. As Paul penetrated me, he made sure to remind me about the first time he fucked me. How I had thought I was only going to suck his dick and how he got up all the way in me, fucked me an unloaded in me.
I so wanted him to cream my ass and have Steve slide into the load left in there. But Paul was not ready to dump his nut yet and Steve wanted back in. Once again, their places changed and Steve was pressing his pubes against my ass.
Everyone knew after a few minutes back in my hole that Steve wasn't going to last long. To his credit, he tried. As he was getting closer and showing the signs - Paul moved closer to my head and guided his penis to my lips.
Knowing exactly what to do, I turned slightly and opened my mouth. As Steve began to groan and pump a load up my ass, Paul started to squirt his jizz into my mouth and onto my goatee.
Steve buried deep, making sure it was all in there. Paul just looked down and smiled at his own handiwork.
...and like the forgotten slut, the two just left me there to go and shower together. I was not invited....I was not expected to join.
I knew my place - and so did they.
Both "Paul" and "Steve" showed up within minutes of each other. After the ceremonial undressing of ourselves we just got down to play time. Up first: me on my knees going back and forth between their two cocks. Naturally I attempted a dual suck too. That proved difficult due to the fact that they both have big thick dicks. Of course, I gave it the old college try. While I was down there, they decided to make out. They'd been fuck buds for awhile, so that was more natural to them. I can get into kissing, but it's not my mainstay when I'm hooking up.
Eventually they took their turns on their knees as well - everyone sharing everyone else's dick. I did snap a picture of all of our pricks. Notice even though I can grow to a full 8+", Steve (right) and Paul (left) have bigger dicks than yours truly. I am not complaining.
But this wasn't really about sucking dick. It never is with these two. After I initially got pimped out to Steve, I think he has fucked me almost every time I hit the city - and he's happy to do it. As am I.
Soon Paul asked Steve if he was ready to fuck me. I think we all know the answer here.
With poppers in hand and Gun Oil on his cock, Steve eased his big dick into me. He was deliberate and took his time. I appreciated that - as you can see the thickness of his shaft. Granted, I could take it all, but he is a thoughtful fucker.
As always with Steve, he varied the speed, thrust and positioning of his dick into my ass. He mixes it up for him as much as myself - probably more for him. Both men always tell me I'm tight - which might be hard for some of you to believe (yes, I can be slutty), but again, look at the girth of their shafts. I'm guessing most guys are tight to a thickness like theirs.
After about 15 minutes, Steve and Paul switched places. As Paul penetrated me, he made sure to remind me about the first time he fucked me. How I had thought I was only going to suck his dick and how he got up all the way in me, fucked me an unloaded in me.
I so wanted him to cream my ass and have Steve slide into the load left in there. But Paul was not ready to dump his nut yet and Steve wanted back in. Once again, their places changed and Steve was pressing his pubes against my ass.
Everyone knew after a few minutes back in my hole that Steve wasn't going to last long. To his credit, he tried. As he was getting closer and showing the signs - Paul moved closer to my head and guided his penis to my lips.Knowing exactly what to do, I turned slightly and opened my mouth. As Steve began to groan and pump a load up my ass, Paul started to squirt his jizz into my mouth and onto my goatee.
Steve buried deep, making sure it was all in there. Paul just looked down and smiled at his own handiwork.
...and like the forgotten slut, the two just left me there to go and shower together. I was not invited....I was not expected to join.
I knew my place - and so did they.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Equally Piggy
I was back in DC for most of last week - again. Centrally located and I didn't have AS much luck as I normally do on these business trips. Maybe it was timing, or that we were going into a holiday weekend and congress isn't in session (unless they get together to expel Larry Craig!).
DC is very much a two horse town. Politics and service industry. They need someone to feed, clothe and house the business of politics. So maybe when congress is gone, things slow down in general.
As for the timing - I notice that people will respond to ads or post in the morning (before work) or right before the end of the work day. The ones who post later, well, many are up front about working their 420 buzz. That's fine for them - but not my scene. My drug years are behind me.
Unfortunately, my schedule had me doing work on-site(s) earlier than normal and staying later than normal. I missed some of the peak times. I did score here and there, but nothing like my former trips.
The first night I ran across a fellow Buckeye. Turns out he actually wasn't, but just a fan. I just found it a tad odd he'd use 'buckeye' in his screen name when he never actually went to Ohio State. Whatever.
What we did have in common however was our attitudes on sex. The word 'oink' comes to mind. And it just happened that he was 100% top. Works for me.
At first, I wasn't taken by him physically....except for his cock. It was nice. And thick. What he lacked in looks, he made up in verbal skills...and action. I've said it before, attitude is better than looks, dick size or ability. "Brian" was no exception.
He fed me his dick and then made me gag on it. I will say, that is no easy task. I've been sucking cock for a long time. But his thrusts while vice gripping my head was an impressive combo. He was pretty fuckin proud of himself as well. He should have been.
We eventually hit the bed. He wanted to kiss - which isn't unheard of, but I wasn't expecting it. It wasn't passion - it was sex. The kisses that is. He made them intense and almost one sided. Still it worked for me.
I ate his ass. He had me get on top of him to kiss him some more. I took over. I slathered his shaft with my spit and sat on him. He fuckin loved it. So did I.
I rode him. He pumped into me from below. We worked as a fucking team. Then I was on my back....and then my stomach. Then on all fours.
At different points, he drooled into my open mouth (as he ordered me to open), then there was full-on spit. Some hit my awaiting mouth. Some into my goatee, which he just smeared in me. There was talk (on his side) of piss, but we never got to that. Now and again, I'll drink from the tap, but not often. I'd be more inclined to take piss up the ass....but before the fuck to help clean out. It's a great alternative. Pissing ON just to be pissed on doesn't really grab me either - but for the right guy (or the wrong one, I guess) I've done it.
He was taking a fucking break and telling me how he wanted to bring guys by to fuck me while he watched. This is a huge turn on for me - to be watched....even if the other guy never participates. He was telling me about the kind of guys he'd want to watch and he was jacking the entire time. Brian wasn't pacing himself - I could tell. He was getting too excited.
Anticipating what might happen, I opened my legs and spread my cheeks for him, but it was almost too late. He ended up pumping a load into my asshole. He pumped off what felt like a big load, just hitting my pucker. Without a word, he just took his hard dick and pushed all the cum at the hole and then into it. He made sure withdraw a few times and make sure he got the rest of what was external into the hole he wanted/needed to mark. Then he fucked me for another 5-10 minutes with his still erect cock.
It worked for me. It worked for him. I let him leave his number, which I kept. Next trip, if he has those other guys lined-up...I think I can make the time for him an the anonymous buds.
DC is very much a two horse town. Politics and service industry. They need someone to feed, clothe and house the business of politics. So maybe when congress is gone, things slow down in general.
As for the timing - I notice that people will respond to ads or post in the morning (before work) or right before the end of the work day. The ones who post later, well, many are up front about working their 420 buzz. That's fine for them - but not my scene. My drug years are behind me.
Unfortunately, my schedule had me doing work on-site(s) earlier than normal and staying later than normal. I missed some of the peak times. I did score here and there, but nothing like my former trips.
The first night I ran across a fellow Buckeye. Turns out he actually wasn't, but just a fan. I just found it a tad odd he'd use 'buckeye' in his screen name when he never actually went to Ohio State. Whatever.
What we did have in common however was our attitudes on sex. The word 'oink' comes to mind. And it just happened that he was 100% top. Works for me.
At first, I wasn't taken by him physically....except for his cock. It was nice. And thick. What he lacked in looks, he made up in verbal skills...and action. I've said it before, attitude is better than looks, dick size or ability. "Brian" was no exception.
He fed me his dick and then made me gag on it. I will say, that is no easy task. I've been sucking cock for a long time. But his thrusts while vice gripping my head was an impressive combo. He was pretty fuckin proud of himself as well. He should have been.
We eventually hit the bed. He wanted to kiss - which isn't unheard of, but I wasn't expecting it. It wasn't passion - it was sex. The kisses that is. He made them intense and almost one sided. Still it worked for me.
I ate his ass. He had me get on top of him to kiss him some more. I took over. I slathered his shaft with my spit and sat on him. He fuckin loved it. So did I.
I rode him. He pumped into me from below. We worked as a fucking team. Then I was on my back....and then my stomach. Then on all fours.
At different points, he drooled into my open mouth (as he ordered me to open), then there was full-on spit. Some hit my awaiting mouth. Some into my goatee, which he just smeared in me. There was talk (on his side) of piss, but we never got to that. Now and again, I'll drink from the tap, but not often. I'd be more inclined to take piss up the ass....but before the fuck to help clean out. It's a great alternative. Pissing ON just to be pissed on doesn't really grab me either - but for the right guy (or the wrong one, I guess) I've done it.
He was taking a fucking break and telling me how he wanted to bring guys by to fuck me while he watched. This is a huge turn on for me - to be watched....even if the other guy never participates. He was telling me about the kind of guys he'd want to watch and he was jacking the entire time. Brian wasn't pacing himself - I could tell. He was getting too excited.
Anticipating what might happen, I opened my legs and spread my cheeks for him, but it was almost too late. He ended up pumping a load into my asshole. He pumped off what felt like a big load, just hitting my pucker. Without a word, he just took his hard dick and pushed all the cum at the hole and then into it. He made sure withdraw a few times and make sure he got the rest of what was external into the hole he wanted/needed to mark. Then he fucked me for another 5-10 minutes with his still erect cock.
It worked for me. It worked for him. I let him leave his number, which I kept. Next trip, if he has those other guys lined-up...I think I can make the time for him an the anonymous buds.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Hook-Up of Lies
Just a small rant about guys who answer posts that just cannot commit to semi or pseudo truths.
I don't ask for much - do I?
He sends great cock pics and decent stats. Plus my ad said I was really only into white/black/hispanics. I go for other guys too - but that is what I was looking for earlier this evening.
The guy shows up....about 50 lbs heavier than his pics or stats. Did he think I might not notice this? Oh - and he's asian-mixed. I guess he thought I'd miss that too.
All of this is overlookable (is that a word?), until I felt his crotch....or lack of one. He unzipped and there was almost nothing there. This is not a joke or the judgement of a bitter man.
Honest to g-d, I have never seen a dick this small. How small? He'd have to pull down his pants to piss because it was not big enough to escape his fly. I kid you not.
I do not know whose pictures he is using to post, but no one is that much of a grower/show-er.
As horny as I was - needless to say, I sent him on his fucking way. Though I never said why (shame on me), I think he knew. I think he gets that a lot.
I don't ask for much - do I?
He sends great cock pics and decent stats. Plus my ad said I was really only into white/black/hispanics. I go for other guys too - but that is what I was looking for earlier this evening.
The guy shows up....about 50 lbs heavier than his pics or stats. Did he think I might not notice this? Oh - and he's asian-mixed. I guess he thought I'd miss that too.
All of this is overlookable (is that a word?), until I felt his crotch....or lack of one. He unzipped and there was almost nothing there. This is not a joke or the judgement of a bitter man.
Honest to g-d, I have never seen a dick this small. How small? He'd have to pull down his pants to piss because it was not big enough to escape his fly. I kid you not.
I do not know whose pictures he is using to post, but no one is that much of a grower/show-er.
As horny as I was - needless to say, I sent him on his fucking way. Though I never said why (shame on me), I think he knew. I think he gets that a lot.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Who's Your Daddy
Weeks ago I placed that craigslist ad for someone to relieve me of my load. Guys kept trickling in responses over a week, still wanting to blow me. Not for nothing – but I had let two different guys drain me over a two day period. Most of the other ads I dismissed, but one guy just would not let up.
Maybe I was horny again. Maybe he broke down my defenses. Either way I agreed to meet with him – in public as he wanted to use a hotel conference room restroom to fellate me. As much as I like public sex, I was a bit wary in these regards. I had not scoped out the space or knew of the traffic flow or peak and dead times. To the public sex guys (like myself), it is important to know these things to minimize the risk of arrest. It is one thing to be watched….it is another thing to be taken into custody.
But my dick got the better of me. I thought he might not show at the designated time/spot, and though he was a few minutes late, he did indeed present himself as promised.
“Dan” was about my height (6’2”). He looks like he’s got a solid body under his work casual work clothes, but I wouldn’t or couldn’t say it’s a hot one. I never saw that much of it. At least he is height/weight proportional. His nose was not big, but the end did look as if it had been broken at least once. I know – I’m a freak. I like a good schnoz on a guy. I also think they more closely determine the size of a dick – better than hands or feet. Dan was probably in his mid-20s.
We walked mostly in silence to the designated restroom. I did have a few issues with the space. The hotel was marginal, but there was a surveillance camera once you get off the elevators and then another one right near the restroom entrance. Mind you – only one at the men’s room. Nothing at the ladies. Typical. My other issue was there was no door to the entrance….it was just an opening with a tiled partition so one could not see directly in to where guys do their business. Unfortunately, you also don’t hear guys coming into the space.
The better news was that the doors to the stalls went almost down to the floor. Not all the way, but enough where you’d have to be lower than a hand & knees position outside to see how many pairs of feet were inside.
I am a man of my word (cough cough) so I was there, I wasn’t about to back out at this time. I followed Dan into the farthest stall, shut and locked the door. You know the drill then – zippers are pulled down, dick is pulled out and then eventually the nuts too.
Dan sat down and did a really nice job on the sucking. He got close to taking me all the way, but not quite there. I am used to that. Immediately he started the hand/mouth combo which typically is not the way I like to do it when I’m an eater, and that carries over to when I’m a feeder also. But it does help speed things up in these kinds of scenarios and public spaces.
Dan then wanted to know if it was ok if he took out his dick. Of course I said yes, if for no other reason than I’m a greedy pig who wanted to see what he had under his work slacks. …and it wasn’t too shabby. A solid 7+” and a good size thickness. If I had not been in feeder mode, I would have loved to swing on that. But time was a-wasting and we were both here for a primary mission: to get me off.
Soon enough Dan was sitting back on the toilet taking me to the zipper. There was no way I was unbuckling everything. One has to plan on the hasty retreats if necessary.
Though I did celebrate a birthday earlier in the week, I wasn’t feeling too much older. That is until he pulled off my dick and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and said, “can I call you ‘daddy’”? Oy!!!!
I think any longtime reader of this blog will know an unofficial breakdown of me giving vs taking is about 10% to 90%, respectively. It has never occurred to me that I might one day be a father figure. In my heart (what little there is) and my head, I’m always ‘the boy’. But as the t-shirt says, ‘Even Daddies Need Daddies’.
He repeated the question and it was sort of rhetorical, as you could tell he wanted and needed me to tell him ‘yes’. And I did. Begrudgingly.
After that, I threw in a ‘son’ or ‘boy’ as he really went to work on my dick. Since it had been like 7-10 days since I had gotten off, and he was using his hand – it wasn’t taking me much to get there.
When I was right there, I told him to stop moving his hand, to start swallowing and not make a noise.
I know I shoot a big load anyway – but after a week, more often than not the eater gags on my load. I’m not bragging – just stating the recent facts since I’ve only started letting guys do the job I’ve been trained to do so well. Besides that I was in work clothes and didn’t want to wipe coughed up jizz off my pants – I could not have him draw attention to us by gagging and coughing.
I will say – the boy did a good job. He took it like a sperm-sucker and even lapped up any additional drops I squeezed out….and there was plenty of that too.
The poor guy wanted me to keep my dick out while he jacked off, but I tucked it away. I was trying to minimize our risks. Though I did stay for him to pump off a nice load onto the black marble-like tile. He told me, before he shot, that he would clean it up afterward.
I’ll have to take his word for that – since after he shot, I shot out the door, leaving him there.
Maybe I’ll let him have it again. Maybe not. I guess it is all in how the mood will strike both of us.
Maybe I was horny again. Maybe he broke down my defenses. Either way I agreed to meet with him – in public as he wanted to use a hotel conference room restroom to fellate me. As much as I like public sex, I was a bit wary in these regards. I had not scoped out the space or knew of the traffic flow or peak and dead times. To the public sex guys (like myself), it is important to know these things to minimize the risk of arrest. It is one thing to be watched….it is another thing to be taken into custody.
But my dick got the better of me. I thought he might not show at the designated time/spot, and though he was a few minutes late, he did indeed present himself as promised.
“Dan” was about my height (6’2”). He looks like he’s got a solid body under his work casual work clothes, but I wouldn’t or couldn’t say it’s a hot one. I never saw that much of it. At least he is height/weight proportional. His nose was not big, but the end did look as if it had been broken at least once. I know – I’m a freak. I like a good schnoz on a guy. I also think they more closely determine the size of a dick – better than hands or feet. Dan was probably in his mid-20s.
We walked mostly in silence to the designated restroom. I did have a few issues with the space. The hotel was marginal, but there was a surveillance camera once you get off the elevators and then another one right near the restroom entrance. Mind you – only one at the men’s room. Nothing at the ladies. Typical. My other issue was there was no door to the entrance….it was just an opening with a tiled partition so one could not see directly in to where guys do their business. Unfortunately, you also don’t hear guys coming into the space.
The better news was that the doors to the stalls went almost down to the floor. Not all the way, but enough where you’d have to be lower than a hand & knees position outside to see how many pairs of feet were inside.
I am a man of my word (cough cough) so I was there, I wasn’t about to back out at this time. I followed Dan into the farthest stall, shut and locked the door. You know the drill then – zippers are pulled down, dick is pulled out and then eventually the nuts too.
Dan sat down and did a really nice job on the sucking. He got close to taking me all the way, but not quite there. I am used to that. Immediately he started the hand/mouth combo which typically is not the way I like to do it when I’m an eater, and that carries over to when I’m a feeder also. But it does help speed things up in these kinds of scenarios and public spaces.
Dan then wanted to know if it was ok if he took out his dick. Of course I said yes, if for no other reason than I’m a greedy pig who wanted to see what he had under his work slacks. …and it wasn’t too shabby. A solid 7+” and a good size thickness. If I had not been in feeder mode, I would have loved to swing on that. But time was a-wasting and we were both here for a primary mission: to get me off.
Soon enough Dan was sitting back on the toilet taking me to the zipper. There was no way I was unbuckling everything. One has to plan on the hasty retreats if necessary.
Though I did celebrate a birthday earlier in the week, I wasn’t feeling too much older. That is until he pulled off my dick and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and said, “can I call you ‘daddy’”? Oy!!!!
I think any longtime reader of this blog will know an unofficial breakdown of me giving vs taking is about 10% to 90%, respectively. It has never occurred to me that I might one day be a father figure. In my heart (what little there is) and my head, I’m always ‘the boy’. But as the t-shirt says, ‘Even Daddies Need Daddies’.
He repeated the question and it was sort of rhetorical, as you could tell he wanted and needed me to tell him ‘yes’. And I did. Begrudgingly.
After that, I threw in a ‘son’ or ‘boy’ as he really went to work on my dick. Since it had been like 7-10 days since I had gotten off, and he was using his hand – it wasn’t taking me much to get there.
When I was right there, I told him to stop moving his hand, to start swallowing and not make a noise.
I know I shoot a big load anyway – but after a week, more often than not the eater gags on my load. I’m not bragging – just stating the recent facts since I’ve only started letting guys do the job I’ve been trained to do so well. Besides that I was in work clothes and didn’t want to wipe coughed up jizz off my pants – I could not have him draw attention to us by gagging and coughing.
I will say – the boy did a good job. He took it like a sperm-sucker and even lapped up any additional drops I squeezed out….and there was plenty of that too.
The poor guy wanted me to keep my dick out while he jacked off, but I tucked it away. I was trying to minimize our risks. Though I did stay for him to pump off a nice load onto the black marble-like tile. He told me, before he shot, that he would clean it up afterward.
I’ll have to take his word for that – since after he shot, I shot out the door, leaving him there.
Maybe I’ll let him have it again. Maybe not. I guess it is all in how the mood will strike both of us.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
DC in Two Parts - FUCK
Due to delayed air travel, my last time in DC was a bit more limited than I anticipated. I had about 45 hours in the city. Actually, this makes my encounters that much more impressive when you look at the numbers:
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
As much as I love sucking (and you know I do), I find it very masculine to take a good hard fuck. Yeah, some would say to take it would be to be the bitch, the woman, the fag. And while I can certainly identify with two of those adjectives (and enjoy being called them in the heat of the act), I think it takes a real man to be pounded by a hard dick.
Yet, I’m not really good about asking for it most of the time. I leave the options open when I post an ad, just to feel the other guy out. I know I’ve mentioned it here before, but I try not to determine the course of the encounter – not exactly anyway. I might try to talk them into things….or drop subtle suggestions which the majority of time, then they think whatever activity we do is their idea.
But then there are the guys who I just out and out say “I bet you fuck GREAT” – and it’s all it takes to feed their ego and for them to prove me right. Sometimes they do – sometimes I let my dick think for me and I’m not pleasantly surprised.
One guy I contacted had fucked me before. A few times before, actually. Each time "Steve" and I hook-up, he is better and better. This time was no exception. I was at a nice hotel and I’m sure the staff wondered who this guy was – in his camo shorts, his tank-top exposing massive amounts of ink on his upper arms and this bleached hair that was sculpted into a spike-ish faux-hawk. On the elevator ride up, I could see he had gone commando. His third leg told me he was excited to be there.
Yes, there was a little sucking, but for the most part we both knew what we wanted and there was no dance leading up to it. I had already laid out the Gun Oil and poppers on the bed stand. I greased him up and stroked him just so. I didn’t want him overly excited. He reached down and played with my nipples – which just always closes the deal. I grabbed the poppers, leaned back, took a long hit in each nostril and waited for him. It wasn’t long before he was between my legs nudging his very plump rod at my backdoor.
As fat as his dick is – and it’s not beer can anything, but it’s a good girth – the man can make it feel comfortable. His speed, his agility, his finesse, really works for him – and for me too. His pounding isn’t pain-inducing, just intense lust.
It wasn’t the longest time session we had….but it was the best so far. Too soon he was on the edge and his groans told me – and probably my next door neighbors - that ejaculation was close or in progress. As usual, he hopped in the shower, I’m assuming to avoid detection with his partner (I’m not above having guys cheat with me), and then was out the door….until next time.
I decided to call it a night at that point, being close to 11p. As soon as I turned off my light, my cell phone rang. Like a fool I answered and got talked into letting another guy come over. He had to have responded to my ad and I had to have answered with my phone number – but for the life of me I couldn’t place him (hey! The ads were very well responded to). He lived five minutes away…blah blah blah. I figured, ‘how long can this take?’.
It didn’t take long, but it was too long….if you know what I mean. I know some guys don’t like man-smells and I appreciate that. I like them, but to a certain degree. But I’d rather have a rank smelling man, then one who bathes in cologne…..including his crotch. Who the fuck does that? I don’t want a nose full of musk/flowers/whatever as I approach his dick. It was disgusting. Also, I don’t necessarily mind smokers (per se), but seriously guys I’m going to tell you smokers something no one will in person – it’s one thing not to want to kiss because of tobacco and it’s another to have to be subjected to the smell of clearly a heavy smoker who has stale breath each and every time he exhales (which during sex can be often). And when they are on top of you, looking down, it is constant and a turn-off. The mixture of the cologne, the breath and the mint gum unsuccessfully trying to cover the breath was too much.
Anyway – he fucked me a little with his little dick, but I wasn’t into it and I think he got the non-verbal message. He still felt the need to pull his pud and shot a miniscule load onto my ass then pushed it into my hole with his fingers. He was out the door as soon as he dressed
The next morning I was up before the crack of dawn and placed yet another craigslist ad, while signing into Manhunt. It’s amazing how many people cross-post and are the same people cruising at the same time. It’s a pretty small community on some levels. I’m not moaning – I was/am one of these guys.
That morning responses were slow in coming. Maybe it was the heat – maybe folks got tired of my postings, though I changed up the scope and pictures. One guy I had found interesting on Manhunt conversed with me and then cut me off. Oddly enough, he contacted me via craigslist – I’m assuming not realizing I was the same guy. I wasn’t about to tell him. The guy was hot, hairy and hung. I wanted him.
“Ed” showed about 10 minutes later, true to his picture. I got on my knees and took this hardening cock out of his shorts. Soon he had me pinned between the hotel wall and his thighs. At first I found his voice to be kind of nelly, but the more the matter turned to sex – the more he made it turn hot.
As I was down there, Ed’s hands found my nipples and I was like jelly. He was smart enough to know he had me wherever he wanted me….which turned out to be on my back on the bed. He grabbed the oil and slicked his dick up. Soon he was balls deep in my butt and it felt good. He had a nice thick long dick….at least 7.5”. His hairy ripped torso was above me as he pushed in and out of me. I think he was hesitant about being in me raw for about 2.8 seconds. If he was indeed concerned he kept it to himself and gave into the feeling of skin on skin after a few internal strokes. Then he just went (w)hole hog. As it is usually, he got too close too soon. But when it’s a good fuck – what IS the time limit? It’s never long enough when the guy is good and know what he’s doing. His groans told me he was there……..and then beyond.
The guy pumped a big load up my ass – and one I would gladly take from him any time he wanted. It seems he is willing in this regard. You can bet my next trip to DC I will contact him for another go-round.
Shortly after Ed left, I had another visitor. Older than he said…..not as thin as he said, but you get used to that stuff – at least to a degree. The ad I had placed actually was for getting a morning load. Not giving. This guy wanted it all….but I didn’t. Not with him.
I did get him to fuck me….which he was actually ok at. He dumped a 3-4 day load in me adding to all the others before I had to shower and hit the Metro to White Flint (it’s a long-ish ride with a butt full of jizz). After he was done, he attempted to go down on me. I wanted to lose my load – but not to him…and I had a work schedule to keep. I was up front with not wanting to get off but that didn’t stop him from trying to swoop down on my dick. When I stopped him he got really huffy and muttered to himself (as he dressed) like I wasn’t even there about ‘him wanting to get fucked but not letting me suck him’.
It’s the good and the bad. I just take it as it cums.
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
As much as I love sucking (and you know I do), I find it very masculine to take a good hard fuck. Yeah, some would say to take it would be to be the bitch, the woman, the fag. And while I can certainly identify with two of those adjectives (and enjoy being called them in the heat of the act), I think it takes a real man to be pounded by a hard dick.
Yet, I’m not really good about asking for it most of the time. I leave the options open when I post an ad, just to feel the other guy out. I know I’ve mentioned it here before, but I try not to determine the course of the encounter – not exactly anyway. I might try to talk them into things….or drop subtle suggestions which the majority of time, then they think whatever activity we do is their idea.
But then there are the guys who I just out and out say “I bet you fuck GREAT” – and it’s all it takes to feed their ego and for them to prove me right. Sometimes they do – sometimes I let my dick think for me and I’m not pleasantly surprised.
One guy I contacted had fucked me before. A few times before, actually. Each time "Steve" and I hook-up, he is better and better. This time was no exception. I was at a nice hotel and I’m sure the staff wondered who this guy was – in his camo shorts, his tank-top exposing massive amounts of ink on his upper arms and this bleached hair that was sculpted into a spike-ish faux-hawk. On the elevator ride up, I could see he had gone commando. His third leg told me he was excited to be there.
Yes, there was a little sucking, but for the most part we both knew what we wanted and there was no dance leading up to it. I had already laid out the Gun Oil and poppers on the bed stand. I greased him up and stroked him just so. I didn’t want him overly excited. He reached down and played with my nipples – which just always closes the deal. I grabbed the poppers, leaned back, took a long hit in each nostril and waited for him. It wasn’t long before he was between my legs nudging his very plump rod at my backdoor.
As fat as his dick is – and it’s not beer can anything, but it’s a good girth – the man can make it feel comfortable. His speed, his agility, his finesse, really works for him – and for me too. His pounding isn’t pain-inducing, just intense lust.
It wasn’t the longest time session we had….but it was the best so far. Too soon he was on the edge and his groans told me – and probably my next door neighbors - that ejaculation was close or in progress. As usual, he hopped in the shower, I’m assuming to avoid detection with his partner (I’m not above having guys cheat with me), and then was out the door….until next time.
I decided to call it a night at that point, being close to 11p. As soon as I turned off my light, my cell phone rang. Like a fool I answered and got talked into letting another guy come over. He had to have responded to my ad and I had to have answered with my phone number – but for the life of me I couldn’t place him (hey! The ads were very well responded to). He lived five minutes away…blah blah blah. I figured, ‘how long can this take?’.
It didn’t take long, but it was too long….if you know what I mean. I know some guys don’t like man-smells and I appreciate that. I like them, but to a certain degree. But I’d rather have a rank smelling man, then one who bathes in cologne…..including his crotch. Who the fuck does that? I don’t want a nose full of musk/flowers/whatever as I approach his dick. It was disgusting. Also, I don’t necessarily mind smokers (per se), but seriously guys I’m going to tell you smokers something no one will in person – it’s one thing not to want to kiss because of tobacco and it’s another to have to be subjected to the smell of clearly a heavy smoker who has stale breath each and every time he exhales (which during sex can be often). And when they are on top of you, looking down, it is constant and a turn-off. The mixture of the cologne, the breath and the mint gum unsuccessfully trying to cover the breath was too much.
Anyway – he fucked me a little with his little dick, but I wasn’t into it and I think he got the non-verbal message. He still felt the need to pull his pud and shot a miniscule load onto my ass then pushed it into my hole with his fingers. He was out the door as soon as he dressed
The next morning I was up before the crack of dawn and placed yet another craigslist ad, while signing into Manhunt. It’s amazing how many people cross-post and are the same people cruising at the same time. It’s a pretty small community on some levels. I’m not moaning – I was/am one of these guys.
That morning responses were slow in coming. Maybe it was the heat – maybe folks got tired of my postings, though I changed up the scope and pictures. One guy I had found interesting on Manhunt conversed with me and then cut me off. Oddly enough, he contacted me via craigslist – I’m assuming not realizing I was the same guy. I wasn’t about to tell him. The guy was hot, hairy and hung. I wanted him.
“Ed” showed about 10 minutes later, true to his picture. I got on my knees and took this hardening cock out of his shorts. Soon he had me pinned between the hotel wall and his thighs. At first I found his voice to be kind of nelly, but the more the matter turned to sex – the more he made it turn hot.
As I was down there, Ed’s hands found my nipples and I was like jelly. He was smart enough to know he had me wherever he wanted me….which turned out to be on my back on the bed. He grabbed the oil and slicked his dick up. Soon he was balls deep in my butt and it felt good. He had a nice thick long dick….at least 7.5”. His hairy ripped torso was above me as he pushed in and out of me. I think he was hesitant about being in me raw for about 2.8 seconds. If he was indeed concerned he kept it to himself and gave into the feeling of skin on skin after a few internal strokes. Then he just went (w)hole hog. As it is usually, he got too close too soon. But when it’s a good fuck – what IS the time limit? It’s never long enough when the guy is good and know what he’s doing. His groans told me he was there……..and then beyond.
The guy pumped a big load up my ass – and one I would gladly take from him any time he wanted. It seems he is willing in this regard. You can bet my next trip to DC I will contact him for another go-round.
Shortly after Ed left, I had another visitor. Older than he said…..not as thin as he said, but you get used to that stuff – at least to a degree. The ad I had placed actually was for getting a morning load. Not giving. This guy wanted it all….but I didn’t. Not with him.
I did get him to fuck me….which he was actually ok at. He dumped a 3-4 day load in me adding to all the others before I had to shower and hit the Metro to White Flint (it’s a long-ish ride with a butt full of jizz). After he was done, he attempted to go down on me. I wanted to lose my load – but not to him…and I had a work schedule to keep. I was up front with not wanting to get off but that didn’t stop him from trying to swoop down on my dick. When I stopped him he got really huffy and muttered to himself (as he dressed) like I wasn’t even there about ‘him wanting to get fucked but not letting me suck him’.
It’s the good and the bad. I just take it as it cums.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
DC in Two Parts - SUCK
Due to delayed air travel, my last time in DC was a bit more limited than I anticipated. I had about 45 hours in the city. Actually, this makes my encounters that much more impressive when you look at the numbers:
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
The hotel was a nice one, but problematic for someone like me. They were very safety conscious – so much so that a key card was needed to activate the elevators. That meant, instead of “them” knocking on my door – or me leaving my door open for them (which I love the sleaziness of), I had to go meet them down in the lobby. I am sure the hotel staff was on to me by the end of my stay.
After my delay into the city, I immediately put up a post saying that I needed a load soon. Luckily it was right at the end of most people’s work day and I had quite a few responses by guys who wanted to drop a nut before heading home.
But then I placed ads in the early mornings before I started my day too…and I get the responses there too. After a week, the sequence is blurry. Keep in mind – this is only the suck section of this trip. I will give you highlights – but in no particular order:
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He was the only guy I didn’t host – he had the place and I was fine with going there. “Eric” was in a hotel and I assumed was a traveler like me – but his room told me different. A ‘real’ bed, groceries on the counter, a very lived in couch and throw rug. He also had a flat screen tv – but not the hotel kind. This guy was living there and I can only assume he worked there and they provided him space to live.
Eric answered the door with just a towel around his waist, clearly having just emerged from the shower. This body was flawless and after he dropped his towel, I saw that his dick was too. Almost 8.5” and good thickness. His abs were tight and defined. The face was handsome too – but I didn’t get a long look at it.
Taking my suit coat off, shirt and tie still on (remember the earlier guy I had blown disrobed entirely) I was on my knees taking him far down his shaft. And by far down, of course I mean -all the way. He was verbal /non-verbal. Noises without words. Grunts. Moans. Groans. And hips that could move. He didn’t mind his hand on the back of my head – and I kind of liked it there too. He put it firmly there after about 15 minutes when he decided to let loose. I think he could have gone longer – as could have I, but the day was young and we both had to work.
I gladly took everything he had to offer. And he gladly gave it. He did have a sensitive dick after cumming – one of the most I’ve seen in a long time. But I wasn’t about to let that seed go to waste. I kept my mouth off the tender areas and milked his shaft with my hand until the last drops of pearly semen came to the head. Only then would I swipe that with my flattened tongue. I cleaned it off good – like he’d just showered.
I don’t normally email a thank you after the fact. For Eric – I did, in hopes I got another chance later on in my travels.
Here’s hoping…………
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
The hotel was a nice one, but problematic for someone like me. They were very safety conscious – so much so that a key card was needed to activate the elevators. That meant, instead of “them” knocking on my door – or me leaving my door open for them (which I love the sleaziness of), I had to go meet them down in the lobby. I am sure the hotel staff was on to me by the end of my stay.
After my delay into the city, I immediately put up a post saying that I needed a load soon. Luckily it was right at the end of most people’s work day and I had quite a few responses by guys who wanted to drop a nut before heading home.
But then I placed ads in the early mornings before I started my day too…and I get the responses there too. After a week, the sequence is blurry. Keep in mind – this is only the suck section of this trip. I will give you highlights – but in no particular order:
- One guy was from the previous posting: Freak-a-Zoid. I won’t repeat that story.
- One was a referral from a previous visit. A large (not fat) married black guy. Maybe 7” – but thick and uncut. Is it just me, or is there not many uncut black men out there? I certainly don’t see them. But he was good enough to drop two loads without much effort. He was thick enough to stretch my lips, that is for sure. I don’t know I’d go out of my way to do him again, but I was doing it more for the guy who referred him to me.
- Another two load guy was a 40ish Hispanic man with a smaller uncut dick. An ok guy – but he was in a hurry. His partner already knew he had left the office. You know I like guys who cheat – so I was down with it. That he could get two loads off in a short amount of time was impressive to me. He might be fun to play with for a longer period of time and for more than just sucking - but I took what I could get.
- A boyish looking man on his way to work. DC is a town where one wears their work credentials on their shirt – literally. Wearing your ID badge to get in and out of buildings seems to be part of the dress code. So it was little surprise that this guy had one on. I wasn’t looking for or at his name – but it was hard to miss the workplace. It just happens to be one that I do some contracting work for on my trips to DC. I decided not to mention that to him. But his dick was average at best – so was his load. He was one of these guys who insisted in completely undressing for a blowjob. What is the point of that really? I mean IF you had a great body and wanted to show it off. Or maybe he likes his skin – and that’s cool. But for a blow n go…..it seems like a waste of time.
- Some married business man was in the mix too – who was only fair. Not even good enough to expound on.
- The best guy – without a doubt was an early morning guy in need. His picture was hot and he was about four blocks from me.
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Eric answered the door with just a towel around his waist, clearly having just emerged from the shower. This body was flawless and after he dropped his towel, I saw that his dick was too. Almost 8.5” and good thickness. His abs were tight and defined. The face was handsome too – but I didn’t get a long look at it.
Taking my suit coat off, shirt and tie still on (remember the earlier guy I had blown disrobed entirely) I was on my knees taking him far down his shaft. And by far down, of course I mean -all the way. He was verbal /non-verbal. Noises without words. Grunts. Moans. Groans. And hips that could move. He didn’t mind his hand on the back of my head – and I kind of liked it there too. He put it firmly there after about 15 minutes when he decided to let loose. I think he could have gone longer – as could have I, but the day was young and we both had to work.
I gladly took everything he had to offer. And he gladly gave it. He did have a sensitive dick after cumming – one of the most I’ve seen in a long time. But I wasn’t about to let that seed go to waste. I kept my mouth off the tender areas and milked his shaft with my hand until the last drops of pearly semen came to the head. Only then would I swipe that with my flattened tongue. I cleaned it off good – like he’d just showered.
I don’t normally email a thank you after the fact. For Eric – I did, in hopes I got another chance later on in my travels.
Here’s hoping…………
Friday, August 10, 2007
Do I Attract em or WHAT?
Yes, it is possible I am a huge douchebag - but honestly, I do not think so.
A few months ago a guy responded to a craigslist posting of mine and when I did not respond the way he, Miss Manners or Emily Post would have considerered proper (I wasn't an asshole, I just didn't use the right magic words) - this guy attempted to rip me a new one.
So over a week ago, he responded to another ad I had posted. Yes, it was an anonymous ad, but when I saw his email and picture and knowing how he replied last time, I just ignored it completely. I deleted the email actually.
Today I get a follow-up to his reply from 8-9 days ago!!!! Since I never replied, he didn't have my email address. He actually went back into craigslist to find the ad to re-respond to it. Seriously - WHO DOES THAT?
So, I can't help it (oh - yes, I can, but I'm not going to) - here is the email exchange, complete with grammatical mistakes. My text is in yellow. His in blue.
So you know I'm not a 100% dick - I didn't publish his email address....of which I am soooooo tempted.
Hey -
Real class demonstrated there man. You weren't interested, so you couldn't be bothered to take all of like 15 seconds to send like a "thanks, not interested" email back, even when I had mentioned: "if you not interested, NOT a problem---SERIOUS, just let me know this, ie. I'll know you got/read the email!"? Lol. Classic, typical. Whewww.
Your WELCOME for the reply/compliments paid you.
It was NOT (read: NOT) a problem you weren't interested man---SERIOUS---I was JUST prompted to speak up when encounter the lack of the same AND similar decorum/class as your going to want demonstrated come your way soon 'nough. LOL.
I'm glad that BASIC PRINCIPLE of life: "reap what ya sow" applies to ALL men---regardless of ones' acknowledgement of it's existence or not, or ones' current state of mind.
Adios.
Well considering last time I answered one of your responses but didn't use the word 'please' or 'thank you' and you went on a 2 page tirade regarding that, I didn't really feel it was in my best interest to respond to your reply for this ad.
You have a knack of alienating guys.
"dude" your ass is so far up your ass (can you say: DELUSIONAL) that you wouldn't recognize a sound thought if your life depended on it!
You sorry exscuse for what a mans' character should be. Here again you demonstrate condencention "two page tirade" LOL. You fucken women with a set of atrophying balls.
And your "logic"...how you arrive to reasoning: "...you really didn't think it was in your best interest to reply back? Man, your pitiful.
Listen, re-read what I said PLAINLY in the last email I said...read it s-l-o-w-l-y so you can absorb it...give your jumbled mind a fighting chance to MAYBE comprehend what I PLAINLY said. (I mean it's not like I used big $ 5 dollar words there....or here!)
I think the best thing that could happen to yourself: that you continue in your fucked thinking, "logic" processes...continue to bring upon yourself the same and similar shit character types as you sow. Bring upon your OWN destruction, sooner rather than later. Really. I would willingly bet a nice piece of change that your too far gone upstairs to realize any semblance of SOUNDNESS comming back to that mind of yours. Really. I bet I'd win the wager. No shit.
Listen, again: you DID me a favor. My only hope for yourself is that you reap ten fold, the same and similar shit character types....in ALL thier irritating, ugly manifestations into that trifling life of yours.
YOUR loss jack.
Do me a favor, PLEASE: BLOCK my email address so as I don't make the mistatke ever in the future inadvertently re-replying to ANY of your future posts'
By the way: save your email come back...I know that ANYTHING that emmanates from that mind of yours will be nothing more than the same horseshitreasoning, logic. (Read: your email addy b-l-o-c-k-e-d.)
And Also: WRONG: I don't alienate men from myself jack...(here again is your POMPOUS, then DELUSIONAL selfs' mind conclusion entering here) I have met some decent men online---VERY few of a good character type---very few I'd be willing to consider MY friend that is. (that is they may be nice to look at...nothing much else there of substance I would want though to be a part of)I DO alienate (desired result---hello?) those of the caliber of character types' such as what your ass demonstrates itself to posess, yes. I don't wish to have NOTHING to do with them...I don't give a fuck how good they may look, etc.
Adios.
Wow. I rest my case.
Am I a dick? Is he unhinged? Are these questions rhetorical? Would I have to define for him what 'rhetorical' meant? Do you think he took spanish in high school?
All these questions will never be answered......because he blocked me!!!!! boooo-fuckin-hoooo.
A few months ago a guy responded to a craigslist posting of mine and when I did not respond the way he, Miss Manners or Emily Post would have considerered proper (I wasn't an asshole, I just didn't use the right magic words) - this guy attempted to rip me a new one.
So over a week ago, he responded to another ad I had posted. Yes, it was an anonymous ad, but when I saw his email and picture and knowing how he replied last time, I just ignored it completely. I deleted the email actually.
Today I get a follow-up to his reply from 8-9 days ago!!!! Since I never replied, he didn't have my email address. He actually went back into craigslist to find the ad to re-respond to it. Seriously - WHO DOES THAT?
So, I can't help it (oh - yes, I can, but I'm not going to) - here is the email exchange, complete with grammatical mistakes. My text is in yellow. His in blue.
So you know I'm not a 100% dick - I didn't publish his email address....of which I am soooooo tempted.
Hey -
Real class demonstrated there man. You weren't interested, so you couldn't be bothered to take all of like 15 seconds to send like a "thanks, not interested" email back, even when I had mentioned: "if you not interested, NOT a problem---SERIOUS, just let me know this, ie. I'll know you got/read the email!"? Lol. Classic, typical. Whewww.
Your WELCOME for the reply/compliments paid you.
It was NOT (read: NOT) a problem you weren't interested man---SERIOUS---I was JUST prompted to speak up when encounter the lack of the same AND similar decorum/class as your going to want demonstrated come your way soon 'nough. LOL.
I'm glad that BASIC PRINCIPLE of life: "reap what ya sow" applies to ALL men---regardless of ones' acknowledgement of it's existence or not, or ones' current state of mind.
Adios.
Well considering last time I answered one of your responses but didn't use the word 'please' or 'thank you' and you went on a 2 page tirade regarding that, I didn't really feel it was in my best interest to respond to your reply for this ad.
You have a knack of alienating guys.
"dude" your ass is so far up your ass (can you say: DELUSIONAL) that you wouldn't recognize a sound thought if your life depended on it!
You sorry exscuse for what a mans' character should be. Here again you demonstrate condencention "two page tirade" LOL. You fucken women with a set of atrophying balls.
And your "logic"...how you arrive to reasoning: "...you really didn't think it was in your best interest to reply back? Man, your pitiful.
Listen, re-read what I said PLAINLY in the last email I said...read it s-l-o-w-l-y so you can absorb it...give your jumbled mind a fighting chance to MAYBE comprehend what I PLAINLY said. (I mean it's not like I used big $ 5 dollar words there....or here!)
I think the best thing that could happen to yourself: that you continue in your fucked thinking, "logic" processes...continue to bring upon yourself the same and similar shit character types as you sow. Bring upon your OWN destruction, sooner rather than later. Really. I would willingly bet a nice piece of change that your too far gone upstairs to realize any semblance of SOUNDNESS comming back to that mind of yours. Really. I bet I'd win the wager. No shit.
Listen, again: you DID me a favor. My only hope for yourself is that you reap ten fold, the same and similar shit character types....in ALL thier irritating, ugly manifestations into that trifling life of yours.
YOUR loss jack.
Do me a favor, PLEASE: BLOCK my email address so as I don't make the mistatke ever in the future inadvertently re-replying to ANY of your future posts'
By the way: save your email come back...I know that ANYTHING that emmanates from that mind of yours will be nothing more than the same horseshitreasoning, logic. (Read: your email addy b-l-o-c-k-e-d.)
And Also: WRONG: I don't alienate men from myself jack...(here again is your POMPOUS, then DELUSIONAL selfs' mind conclusion entering here) I have met some decent men online---VERY few of a good character type---very few I'd be willing to consider MY friend that is. (that is they may be nice to look at...nothing much else there of substance I would want though to be a part of)I DO alienate (desired result---hello?) those of the caliber of character types' such as what your ass demonstrates itself to posess, yes. I don't wish to have NOTHING to do with them...I don't give a fuck how good they may look, etc.
Adios.
Wow. I rest my case.
Am I a dick? Is he unhinged? Are these questions rhetorical? Would I have to define for him what 'rhetorical' meant? Do you think he took spanish in high school?
All these questions will never be answered......because he blocked me!!!!! boooo-fuckin-hoooo.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Freak-a-Zoid
It happens with anyone who has hooked up on any consistent basis: encountering the weirdo.
I’m not talking the total psycho. I reserve those more for dating – or they sit and wait for me, I should say.
But a recent hook-up was one for the record books. Or at least the blog. I doubt he’ll read it and don’t really give a fuck if he does.
I was in DC (as usual) and from a craigslist ad, he found me. I had a few other people on the line for hook-up – all of whom I ditched for a chance with this guy. As you can see from the picture why I might have made him the chosen one. There is a price to falling for vanity as I was soon to find out.
As hot as his picture is – the man exceeded all expectations. The body was better. The body was hairier (a good thing – for me). He was older, but not old. The man had lines around his eyes that I found incredibly sexy. And the hair on his head was pretty nice too. His voice was low and masculine and the stuff that radio disk jockeys would kill for. The body itself was close to perfection. I do not say that lightly. I could not figure out why this guy would want to be with me.
The second “Kevin” made it into the room, his shorts were around his ankles. The dick was a solid 6.5” and I do mean SOLID. The guy had a metal cockring, but hardware that I’ve ever seen has made anyone’s penis THAT hard. I don’t know if he had chemical help establishing that erection or not. And not once in the 60-90 minutes we were together that dick ever waver in stiffness.
The weird part started almost immediately. I don’t mind a man whose breath smelled of scotch – but clearly he’d been drinking. Ok…I can attribute it to nerves. As a matter of fact he said he was nervous…..about 72 times. Do nervous guys drop their shorts before the hotel room door is shut? Do guys who are nervous maintain an erection made out of cement for 90 minutes? Je think not.
Then it was, “I’ve never done this before”. Before the evening was up, it was “this is only the eighth time I’ve done this”. I’m thinking the eighth time this week. As I ate his ass, I think I could have lost a fist in it. Hot: yes. Virgin: no.
Then we went through the, I have to be discrete – you won’t tell anyone right? (Do 400 readers per day count?) I think he repeated that question only two dozen times or so.
Let’s move on to the poppers. “What are these things? I’ve never seen them before” But then proceeded to put them to each nostril for long long inhales. Not bad for someone who doesn’t know what they are. “Are these heroin? Is there coke in here?” I think those questions only got asked 18-20 times.
He certainly had the body of a military man – which he claimed to still be active. I have never made it with a career military guy who didn’t have even a little bit of ink on him….and he didn’t. At this point I wasn’t believing anything this guy said anyway.
Yeah, he said he was married – and he doesn’t cheat, except for some hookers when he was stationed in Korea and Thailand. But he wouldn’t fuck me because of potential disease. I think he just equated me to being below an asian street whore…..but I’m not sure.
That being said – shortly afterward, he got a glazed look on his eyes, pushed me back and pushed my legs over my head with a vengeance. There was nothing nice about this and exerted pressure of a good amount of force – all the while threatening to breed me and make me his bitch.
Most any other time I would find this highly erotic – but for all his annoyances, he was not beginning to scare me just slightly. He’d let up for a few seconds and then exert greater strength to this effort – but never following through on making me his anything.
I finally got him to let me blow him some more (yeah, I guess I did more than just eat his ass before, but not much else – though he liked his pits licked…and they smelled and tasted like MAN pits) and I finally coaxed a mediocre load out – in size and taste.
Considering the amount of loads I milked out of other guys this trip (stories coming up), I couldn’t help feel that the 90 minutes I was with him were a waste. I could have taken 2-3 other guys….easily. And without the questions.
I’m not talking the total psycho. I reserve those more for dating – or they sit and wait for me, I should say.
But a recent hook-up was one for the record books. Or at least the blog. I doubt he’ll read it and don’t really give a fuck if he does.
I was in DC (as usual) and from a craigslist ad, he found me. I had a few other people on the line for hook-up – all of whom I ditched for a chance with this guy. As you can see from the picture why I might have made him the chosen one. There is a price to falling for vanity as I was soon to find out.
As hot as his picture is – the man exceeded all expectations. The body was better. The body was hairier (a good thing – for me). He was older, but not old. The man had lines around his eyes that I found incredibly sexy. And the hair on his head was pretty nice too. His voice was low and masculine and the stuff that radio disk jockeys would kill for. The body itself was close to perfection. I do not say that lightly. I could not figure out why this guy would want to be with me.The second “Kevin” made it into the room, his shorts were around his ankles. The dick was a solid 6.5” and I do mean SOLID. The guy had a metal cockring, but hardware that I’ve ever seen has made anyone’s penis THAT hard. I don’t know if he had chemical help establishing that erection or not. And not once in the 60-90 minutes we were together that dick ever waver in stiffness.
The weird part started almost immediately. I don’t mind a man whose breath smelled of scotch – but clearly he’d been drinking. Ok…I can attribute it to nerves. As a matter of fact he said he was nervous…..about 72 times. Do nervous guys drop their shorts before the hotel room door is shut? Do guys who are nervous maintain an erection made out of cement for 90 minutes? Je think not.
Then it was, “I’ve never done this before”. Before the evening was up, it was “this is only the eighth time I’ve done this”. I’m thinking the eighth time this week. As I ate his ass, I think I could have lost a fist in it. Hot: yes. Virgin: no.
Then we went through the, I have to be discrete – you won’t tell anyone right? (Do 400 readers per day count?) I think he repeated that question only two dozen times or so.
Let’s move on to the poppers. “What are these things? I’ve never seen them before” But then proceeded to put them to each nostril for long long inhales. Not bad for someone who doesn’t know what they are. “Are these heroin? Is there coke in here?” I think those questions only got asked 18-20 times.
He certainly had the body of a military man – which he claimed to still be active. I have never made it with a career military guy who didn’t have even a little bit of ink on him….and he didn’t. At this point I wasn’t believing anything this guy said anyway.
Yeah, he said he was married – and he doesn’t cheat, except for some hookers when he was stationed in Korea and Thailand. But he wouldn’t fuck me because of potential disease. I think he just equated me to being below an asian street whore…..but I’m not sure.
That being said – shortly afterward, he got a glazed look on his eyes, pushed me back and pushed my legs over my head with a vengeance. There was nothing nice about this and exerted pressure of a good amount of force – all the while threatening to breed me and make me his bitch.
Most any other time I would find this highly erotic – but for all his annoyances, he was not beginning to scare me just slightly. He’d let up for a few seconds and then exert greater strength to this effort – but never following through on making me his anything.
I finally got him to let me blow him some more (yeah, I guess I did more than just eat his ass before, but not much else – though he liked his pits licked…and they smelled and tasted like MAN pits) and I finally coaxed a mediocre load out – in size and taste.
Considering the amount of loads I milked out of other guys this trip (stories coming up), I couldn’t help feel that the 90 minutes I was with him were a waste. I could have taken 2-3 other guys….easily. And without the questions.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
$101.01
Is that too much to spend on porn, lube and poppers?
It probably is - but I did it anyway.
While I have had pretty good luck getting laid while I travel on the road for this job, there is always the chance I will just need my left hand - though you all know I rarely rarely rarely jack off.
But I picked up a Treasure Island Media double DVD disk, a bottle of Gun Oil and some unmarked poppers. The only reason I got those is because they are one of the few I don't think I've ever tried - so what the heck.
It was then the clerk told me they were $25. $25?????????? He then told me to be careful with them or they'd blow my fuckin head off. (ok....I added the 'fuckin'' part).
I'm off to DC tomorrow morning - so we'll see if the oil and poppers work - or if it will be me and my left hand.
It probably is - but I did it anyway.
While I have had pretty good luck getting laid while I travel on the road for this job, there is always the chance I will just need my left hand - though you all know I rarely rarely rarely jack off.
But I picked up a Treasure Island Media double DVD disk, a bottle of Gun Oil and some unmarked poppers. The only reason I got those is because they are one of the few I don't think I've ever tried - so what the heck.
It was then the clerk told me they were $25. $25?????????? He then told me to be careful with them or they'd blow my fuckin head off. (ok....I added the 'fuckin'' part).
I'm off to DC tomorrow morning - so we'll see if the oil and poppers work - or if it will be me and my left hand.
Friday, July 27, 2007
More Adventures
Long time no hear from – eh?
I’ll try to rectify that. Or rectal-fy. (oh…I kill me!)
I was back in DC last week and another round of ads on Manhunt and craigslist. And by round of ads, I think I placed one each. Manhunt hasn’t done much for me but I have never failed to score via craigslist.
If you notice, sooooo many bottoms advertise there that you’d think there is no way I’d get “lucky” when I posted. Clearly, that isn’t the problem. There seem to be a number of guys looking to get off. That I put it out there that I am from out of town probably doesn’t hurt. I’m guessing they can feel like they can unzip, get off and go. Which is pretty much I what I fuckin’ want them to do.
This time I threw out an ad for married guys. I never really get that specific, but I figured if nothing panned out, I’d just submit a more general ad. As it turns out none was needed. I’m guessing I got almost two dozen responses. A few got tossed out by me immediately. A few tossed me out after I responded to them. It is sexual darwanism at its most basic.
It ended up coming down to a few guys. As usual, guys fell through the cracks (no pun intended….or maybe not), so I ended up with three encounters.
Guy #1
A kid (27 yo) from Turkish descent. He presented better than the picture he sent. He was thin they flabby – if that makes sense. His cock was about 6.5” and thin. But he was enthusiastic. Playing hookey from work, he dropped by and dropped his shorts.
The kid wanted to kiss, and I’m down with that – but immediately, before lips even attempted to lock, I knew he’d be bad at it. The guy came at me with teeth bared – it wasn’t so much a pucker as a silent growl. It was no fun kissing him, so I avoided it by hitting my knees.
He seemed appreciative of my mouth to cock action. At least his staff responded. We played in a few positions: me on my knees, him standing or me on my knees, him sitting on the edge of the bed or me on my back on the bed, him above me. It was all doable. I did pull out the digital camera, and pics were taken, but none of them were very flattering to me…in the slightest, so you will not be seeing them here! I never delete them from my hard drive though….it’s ok for posterity sake. But, in almost no time at all after the picture session (I think it turned him on), he was getting his nut…and I was taking it. Every drop of it. In almost no time after that, he was pulling up his shorts and out the door.
Guy #2
A second man who represented in real-life much better than his picture let on. His picture seemingly made him look beefier and blonder than he was. Not that I would have turned that down either. But he was slightly slimmer than his pic and the hair had a silvery glint to the blond.
During our email exchanges he asked if I had condoms (as if!), lube and had cleaned myself out. I had lube. But I also mentioned nowhere did I mention that I agreed to take it up the ass. He sent back a ‘just in case you wanted to’ email. I told him I would clean out – and hit a drug store.
The guy showed and like I said, was pretty hot. Inked in a number of places, between that and his body, I pegged him for ex-military. Something he didn’t acknowledge or deny.
I believe I got to suck him for all of five minutes before he pulled me off and said, ‘oh yeah – you’re gonna take it up the ass’. Whether I wanted to or not (I did), I liked his cocky, self-assured attitude best of all. Anyone who reads this blog for content usually never sees one word ‘rubber’ or ‘condom’. This guy insisted on it and he was hot enough for me to look the other way. Not literally – as him ripping open the wrapper with his teeth was as trite as it was hot. He could pull off the entire act – and he did.
The dick was almost 7”, but meaty. And he knew how to use it. He said he’d be gentle, but neither of us believed it – not that either of us stated it. Just one of those things guys know. He softly put the head to my ass and then pushed it in balls-deep….all with a cocky grin on his face.
With not chance for me to adjust, he just started plugging away. As I mentioned, he was very adept on how to use what he had. During the act – he mentioned he started fucking guys when he was 14 – starting with his father’s best friend, through the military and well, up to that very second.
He did a really good job of pumping my butt, but he said, “Look how fuckin’ easy you are! I’m giving it to you hard and you seem to be able to take it pretty well”. He was giving to me good, but not hard. Not as hard as he thought – or maybe as hard as I had taken it in the past. Maybe I am easy. (discuss amongst yourselves!)
Clearly he was in this only for himself…..and that’s ok. I am so down with that, I cannot even begin to relay. I’ve tried in the past with guys and for some reason, they seem to have to justify their wanton lust and pretend to say they care about my pleasure too…or worse….that they apologize for how I’ve been treated by others where I like it that way.
He was not one of these guys.
After about 30 minutes he pulled out and stood next to my head and told me to put it in my mouth. Gladly I took it. But just as glad that he took ahold of my head and pushed it in deep. You know how I like an aggressive guy who takes over that way – even though deep down he knows I’m more than willing.
I did toss him my camera to take pics, which he was good with. He snapped a few of my extended tongue and his load squirting out of him and onto said tongue. I MIGHT crop them and post here, but I might not. No begging for them – it won’t do you any good.
The load was sizeable (considering he had gotten off earlier in the day) and tasted good. He had no desire to get a copy of the pics. He said he saw the real thing. He really wanted no reminder of this event. The perfect as-anonymous-encounter-you-can-get-via-the-internet-where-email-addresses-are exchanged encounter.
Guy #3
This guy almost didn’t happen. He was my one Manhunt hook-up. Great exchanges and he left for the hotel – 30 minute arrival time. After 70 minutes, I fuckin gave up on him and went out to dinner with friends.
I came back and the guy was back on Manhunt. Within seconds he said he was heading to my place. Whereas it might have been 30 minutes in his last estimation, I think he was there in 15. Good looking. Hairy. Jewish. My three weaknesses (not in that order).
The man was a kisser. He was aggressive about it and good at it too. I’m sure by the time we were done, my lips and surrounding areas were red and slightly swollen. And it was so worth it.
The cock was again, average (not that there is anything wrong with that), but the man knew how to use it….as well as he did his mouth. He could take me to the root and without the hint of a tooth or gag reflex. He liked how I took him all the way down also. But I knew that with him – it was not going to end in oral gratification.
We ended up fucking in ever position. We started with me on my back at the edge of the bed, but ended up moving everywhere around it. Then, of course, there was me kneeling on the bed at the edge with him behind me. His favourite was me sitting on his dick. I love that too – I cannot deny, but it is so hard to control myself from shooting. I can do that without touching myself when I’m riding a dick. He liked it best when I’d lean back and his cock was in me at I guess a 30 degree angle (I’m not a math whiz). Yeah – he loved that. And I loved it – looking at his lust-filled face as I rode him and he’d meet my downstrokes with an upward thrust. He made the most of what he had.
Eventually he got me on my stomach and bred me like a bitch. That was hot – his mouth at my ear….him pumping away hard. But I did want to see his face as he got close to and commenced the ejaculation process. Alas, it was not meant to be. With full weight atop of me, his load shot up my ass and I took it all. But you knew that.
Naturally, I always expect guys to be done after they cum. I am really ok with that. But this guy was concerned I didn’t get off…..so he went to work with his mouth to make sure it happened. It took a little while (damn fuckin poppers!), but he scored a six or seven day load out of me. I may have gagged him a bit – and well, I kind of like that.
Not bad for a day’s work. And here I am – headed back to DC in two days. Now I’m looking for all new adventures.
I’ll try to rectify that. Or rectal-fy. (oh…I kill me!)
I was back in DC last week and another round of ads on Manhunt and craigslist. And by round of ads, I think I placed one each. Manhunt hasn’t done much for me but I have never failed to score via craigslist.
If you notice, sooooo many bottoms advertise there that you’d think there is no way I’d get “lucky” when I posted. Clearly, that isn’t the problem. There seem to be a number of guys looking to get off. That I put it out there that I am from out of town probably doesn’t hurt. I’m guessing they can feel like they can unzip, get off and go. Which is pretty much I what I fuckin’ want them to do.
This time I threw out an ad for married guys. I never really get that specific, but I figured if nothing panned out, I’d just submit a more general ad. As it turns out none was needed. I’m guessing I got almost two dozen responses. A few got tossed out by me immediately. A few tossed me out after I responded to them. It is sexual darwanism at its most basic.
It ended up coming down to a few guys. As usual, guys fell through the cracks (no pun intended….or maybe not), so I ended up with three encounters.
Guy #1
A kid (27 yo) from Turkish descent. He presented better than the picture he sent. He was thin they flabby – if that makes sense. His cock was about 6.5” and thin. But he was enthusiastic. Playing hookey from work, he dropped by and dropped his shorts.
The kid wanted to kiss, and I’m down with that – but immediately, before lips even attempted to lock, I knew he’d be bad at it. The guy came at me with teeth bared – it wasn’t so much a pucker as a silent growl. It was no fun kissing him, so I avoided it by hitting my knees.
He seemed appreciative of my mouth to cock action. At least his staff responded. We played in a few positions: me on my knees, him standing or me on my knees, him sitting on the edge of the bed or me on my back on the bed, him above me. It was all doable. I did pull out the digital camera, and pics were taken, but none of them were very flattering to me…in the slightest, so you will not be seeing them here! I never delete them from my hard drive though….it’s ok for posterity sake. But, in almost no time at all after the picture session (I think it turned him on), he was getting his nut…and I was taking it. Every drop of it. In almost no time after that, he was pulling up his shorts and out the door.
Guy #2
A second man who represented in real-life much better than his picture let on. His picture seemingly made him look beefier and blonder than he was. Not that I would have turned that down either. But he was slightly slimmer than his pic and the hair had a silvery glint to the blond.
During our email exchanges he asked if I had condoms (as if!), lube and had cleaned myself out. I had lube. But I also mentioned nowhere did I mention that I agreed to take it up the ass. He sent back a ‘just in case you wanted to’ email. I told him I would clean out – and hit a drug store.
The guy showed and like I said, was pretty hot. Inked in a number of places, between that and his body, I pegged him for ex-military. Something he didn’t acknowledge or deny.
I believe I got to suck him for all of five minutes before he pulled me off and said, ‘oh yeah – you’re gonna take it up the ass’. Whether I wanted to or not (I did), I liked his cocky, self-assured attitude best of all. Anyone who reads this blog for content usually never sees one word ‘rubber’ or ‘condom’. This guy insisted on it and he was hot enough for me to look the other way. Not literally – as him ripping open the wrapper with his teeth was as trite as it was hot. He could pull off the entire act – and he did.
The dick was almost 7”, but meaty. And he knew how to use it. He said he’d be gentle, but neither of us believed it – not that either of us stated it. Just one of those things guys know. He softly put the head to my ass and then pushed it in balls-deep….all with a cocky grin on his face.
With not chance for me to adjust, he just started plugging away. As I mentioned, he was very adept on how to use what he had. During the act – he mentioned he started fucking guys when he was 14 – starting with his father’s best friend, through the military and well, up to that very second.
He did a really good job of pumping my butt, but he said, “Look how fuckin’ easy you are! I’m giving it to you hard and you seem to be able to take it pretty well”. He was giving to me good, but not hard. Not as hard as he thought – or maybe as hard as I had taken it in the past. Maybe I am easy. (discuss amongst yourselves!)
Clearly he was in this only for himself…..and that’s ok. I am so down with that, I cannot even begin to relay. I’ve tried in the past with guys and for some reason, they seem to have to justify their wanton lust and pretend to say they care about my pleasure too…or worse….that they apologize for how I’ve been treated by others where I like it that way.
He was not one of these guys.
After about 30 minutes he pulled out and stood next to my head and told me to put it in my mouth. Gladly I took it. But just as glad that he took ahold of my head and pushed it in deep. You know how I like an aggressive guy who takes over that way – even though deep down he knows I’m more than willing.
I did toss him my camera to take pics, which he was good with. He snapped a few of my extended tongue and his load squirting out of him and onto said tongue. I MIGHT crop them and post here, but I might not. No begging for them – it won’t do you any good.
The load was sizeable (considering he had gotten off earlier in the day) and tasted good. He had no desire to get a copy of the pics. He said he saw the real thing. He really wanted no reminder of this event. The perfect as-anonymous-encounter-you-can-get-via-the-internet-where-email-addresses-are exchanged encounter.
Guy #3
This guy almost didn’t happen. He was my one Manhunt hook-up. Great exchanges and he left for the hotel – 30 minute arrival time. After 70 minutes, I fuckin gave up on him and went out to dinner with friends.
I came back and the guy was back on Manhunt. Within seconds he said he was heading to my place. Whereas it might have been 30 minutes in his last estimation, I think he was there in 15. Good looking. Hairy. Jewish. My three weaknesses (not in that order).
The man was a kisser. He was aggressive about it and good at it too. I’m sure by the time we were done, my lips and surrounding areas were red and slightly swollen. And it was so worth it.
The cock was again, average (not that there is anything wrong with that), but the man knew how to use it….as well as he did his mouth. He could take me to the root and without the hint of a tooth or gag reflex. He liked how I took him all the way down also. But I knew that with him – it was not going to end in oral gratification.
We ended up fucking in ever position. We started with me on my back at the edge of the bed, but ended up moving everywhere around it. Then, of course, there was me kneeling on the bed at the edge with him behind me. His favourite was me sitting on his dick. I love that too – I cannot deny, but it is so hard to control myself from shooting. I can do that without touching myself when I’m riding a dick. He liked it best when I’d lean back and his cock was in me at I guess a 30 degree angle (I’m not a math whiz). Yeah – he loved that. And I loved it – looking at his lust-filled face as I rode him and he’d meet my downstrokes with an upward thrust. He made the most of what he had.
Eventually he got me on my stomach and bred me like a bitch. That was hot – his mouth at my ear….him pumping away hard. But I did want to see his face as he got close to and commenced the ejaculation process. Alas, it was not meant to be. With full weight atop of me, his load shot up my ass and I took it all. But you knew that.
Naturally, I always expect guys to be done after they cum. I am really ok with that. But this guy was concerned I didn’t get off…..so he went to work with his mouth to make sure it happened. It took a little while (damn fuckin poppers!), but he scored a six or seven day load out of me. I may have gagged him a bit – and well, I kind of like that.
Not bad for a day’s work. And here I am – headed back to DC in two days. Now I’m looking for all new adventures.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Dog Days
It is not even August, but the last few days here have been hot. Africa hot. It’s amazing to me that pushing 100 degree weather would deter people for looking for dick. Or mouth. Or ass.
Saturday I went out for some park cruising but didn’t get far. There were so many trolls out there I was just waiting for the three billy goats gruff to appear. Maybe I’m delusional , but I don’t see myself as a troll. Maybe to some 19 yo I am – who knows?
A second park I went to had a ranger car sitting in the parking lot. No ranger inside, which I suppose means he/she was patrolling the woods. Damn. I just left and found other means (see my bookstore story).
Sunday was even warmer and I went on my merry way to another set of parks in another area of town. This place was still pretty desolate. What gives? In the area was one guy sunning himself next to his bicycle. Soon enough another car pulled in and right next to me. Eventually he walked into the heavily wooded area, followed shortly by the bike guy (not BikeGuy). Just as I was about to follow, a hot MF pulled in to the lot. I tried to make some kind of contact, but he wasn’t having any of it.
I decided to head back to the wood hoping Hot MF would follow and there would either be a group or an audience…..or both. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. As I hit the edge of the woods, the first guy was already heading out. Guess the bike guy didn’t do it for him – though they couldn’t have been back there long enough to figure this out. Maybe they had prior encounters. Remembering these woods – after awhile, everyone knows everyone, if nothing else – by site.
But the biker was still back there and a possibility that the Hot MF might follow both of us. Alas, that did not happen either. But I did find the biker guy….or more accurately, he found me.
My back was up after the first guy exited the woods. I thought maybe one of them was a cop. Bikeman didn’t ask me if I was and just started rubbing me…all over. I didn’t touch him. I should have asked if he was Johnny Law, and I know it is necessary in these situations, but I think it is a mood-killer and secondly, I think cops lie about it anyway. I just try for the other guy to make the first move.
External rubbing is not making the first move. Unzipping and hand to fleshy tube is what I consider the first move when it comes to establishing entrapment issues. Soon enough, his hand found my fly, then my penis. Soon after that, my shaft hit daylight and he had a firm grip on it. Still I didn’t make a move. I wanted to see how far he would go.
It seemed he’d go pretty far. Before I knew it, he was on his knees and enveloped my cock in his goateed mouth. He did a pretty good job, but not quite all the way down. After a few minutes he got up off his knees. I wanted him to resume but he was hesitant. He said he wasn’t that into sucking. Gimme a break. He did it too well to not be into it. So I asked him if he did do it, would he take my load. He had to think about it but ultimately said ‘no’. I put my piece away and said ‘later’. I don’t jack off (or rarely), do you think I’m going to spray my load on the ground? Je don’t think so! I took off.
Hot MF was still in the parking lot, but still no getting his attention. I took off to another part of the park, which was even more desolate. I sat at a picnic table and took a pic of my semi-soft dick, just for fun.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
Just then a minivan pulled up. The guy must take his grandkids around with it, or he has a trophy wife at home. Yes, I’m saying he was OLD. But more importantly he was massively unattractive. Call me superficial, but the guy had nothing going for him unless he had a 14” shlong. I wasn’t going to find out.
He meandered into the woods just as a big ass pick-up pulled in. Out came a very well built black man. From a few hundred feet away and under his shirt, you could see how well developed his chest was and you could easily see that his arms underwent a continual work out.
Without even checking to see who was around, he made his way into another part of the woods. He never looked to see if anyone was following him. He either didn’t care or arrogant enough to assume someone would. I did.
I found him in the brush a ways back, occasionally groping his crotch through his shorts. Like the biker, I waited for him to make the first move. He took his dick out and showed it to me. I sat on a log, silently inviting him to come my way and knowing he’d know I was at the level we both wanted me to be. I’d say he took the hint, but it was more like a 2x4 being hit over his head.
He had a beautiful dick. Big and thick. Everything that is stereotypical of a black dick. I do not say that with any disrespect – just admiration. He let me take a pic of it.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
I’d look up at him playing with his own nipples through his shirt and watched his tattoos flex over his biceps.
What he did next threw me. I assumed he was rough-ish trade. But he stood me up and went down on me! Not well, but it clearly wasn’t his first time either. He took more than a few swipes at it, but eventually he wanted me back down on his dick. I’m ok with that. Obviously.
I wasn’t down there more than two minutes when he gripped my head. I knew it was coming…and cumming. It was a good sized load and tasted pretty good. I was stroking my own shaft the entire time I worked on him, so I was really horned up. Too much so. I couldn’t hold off.
I stood up and he watched as I popped my nut in ribbons that went up to and over 3 feet. For someone who had cum less than 24 hrs before, even I was impressed by the size and force of my ejaculation. So was he.
But I had places to be..and I assumed he did to. This kind of situation didn’t warrant idle chit chat anyway. It was one of those – do it and get out. And that kind of shit, I love!
Saturday I went out for some park cruising but didn’t get far. There were so many trolls out there I was just waiting for the three billy goats gruff to appear. Maybe I’m delusional , but I don’t see myself as a troll. Maybe to some 19 yo I am – who knows?
A second park I went to had a ranger car sitting in the parking lot. No ranger inside, which I suppose means he/she was patrolling the woods. Damn. I just left and found other means (see my bookstore story).
Sunday was even warmer and I went on my merry way to another set of parks in another area of town. This place was still pretty desolate. What gives? In the area was one guy sunning himself next to his bicycle. Soon enough another car pulled in and right next to me. Eventually he walked into the heavily wooded area, followed shortly by the bike guy (not BikeGuy). Just as I was about to follow, a hot MF pulled in to the lot. I tried to make some kind of contact, but he wasn’t having any of it.
I decided to head back to the wood hoping Hot MF would follow and there would either be a group or an audience…..or both. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. As I hit the edge of the woods, the first guy was already heading out. Guess the bike guy didn’t do it for him – though they couldn’t have been back there long enough to figure this out. Maybe they had prior encounters. Remembering these woods – after awhile, everyone knows everyone, if nothing else – by site.
But the biker was still back there and a possibility that the Hot MF might follow both of us. Alas, that did not happen either. But I did find the biker guy….or more accurately, he found me.
My back was up after the first guy exited the woods. I thought maybe one of them was a cop. Bikeman didn’t ask me if I was and just started rubbing me…all over. I didn’t touch him. I should have asked if he was Johnny Law, and I know it is necessary in these situations, but I think it is a mood-killer and secondly, I think cops lie about it anyway. I just try for the other guy to make the first move.
External rubbing is not making the first move. Unzipping and hand to fleshy tube is what I consider the first move when it comes to establishing entrapment issues. Soon enough, his hand found my fly, then my penis. Soon after that, my shaft hit daylight and he had a firm grip on it. Still I didn’t make a move. I wanted to see how far he would go.
It seemed he’d go pretty far. Before I knew it, he was on his knees and enveloped my cock in his goateed mouth. He did a pretty good job, but not quite all the way down. After a few minutes he got up off his knees. I wanted him to resume but he was hesitant. He said he wasn’t that into sucking. Gimme a break. He did it too well to not be into it. So I asked him if he did do it, would he take my load. He had to think about it but ultimately said ‘no’. I put my piece away and said ‘later’. I don’t jack off (or rarely), do you think I’m going to spray my load on the ground? Je don’t think so! I took off.
Hot MF was still in the parking lot, but still no getting his attention. I took off to another part of the park, which was even more desolate. I sat at a picnic table and took a pic of my semi-soft dick, just for fun.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
He meandered into the woods just as a big ass pick-up pulled in. Out came a very well built black man. From a few hundred feet away and under his shirt, you could see how well developed his chest was and you could easily see that his arms underwent a continual work out.
Without even checking to see who was around, he made his way into another part of the woods. He never looked to see if anyone was following him. He either didn’t care or arrogant enough to assume someone would. I did.
I found him in the brush a ways back, occasionally groping his crotch through his shorts. Like the biker, I waited for him to make the first move. He took his dick out and showed it to me. I sat on a log, silently inviting him to come my way and knowing he’d know I was at the level we both wanted me to be. I’d say he took the hint, but it was more like a 2x4 being hit over his head.
He had a beautiful dick. Big and thick. Everything that is stereotypical of a black dick. I do not say that with any disrespect – just admiration. He let me take a pic of it.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
What he did next threw me. I assumed he was rough-ish trade. But he stood me up and went down on me! Not well, but it clearly wasn’t his first time either. He took more than a few swipes at it, but eventually he wanted me back down on his dick. I’m ok with that. Obviously.
I wasn’t down there more than two minutes when he gripped my head. I knew it was coming…and cumming. It was a good sized load and tasted pretty good. I was stroking my own shaft the entire time I worked on him, so I was really horned up. Too much so. I couldn’t hold off.
I stood up and he watched as I popped my nut in ribbons that went up to and over 3 feet. For someone who had cum less than 24 hrs before, even I was impressed by the size and force of my ejaculation. So was he.
But I had places to be..and I assumed he did to. This kind of situation didn’t warrant idle chit chat anyway. It was one of those – do it and get out. And that kind of shit, I love!
Monday, July 09, 2007
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