"The door will be unlocked, shut it, lock it and come find me".
I know he has a sling in the basement, not that I've ever been to the basement, but this is knowledge he has dropped on me before. This horny bottom was hoping and waiting.
Before even trying downstairs, I looked on the main level and lo and behold there he was - in his bedroom.
Worst player of Hide n Seek ever! ....and I told him so.
There was to be no sling that day, just what we had been doing for the last month - a little foreplay with him sitting in his Nasty Pig jock and his arms behind his head as he remained propped up on his pillows.
Oh yes, I went to his pits and licked them. I think there was more than his man funk in them. I'm not sure if it was old deodorant or not, but I'm not a fan of that, not that it stopped me. Not that he stopped me. I tongued them both clean. He was good to go.
I licked his chest too. I also used my fingers to lightly touch his torso, his thighs, his head. I love it when guys do that to me, it gets me going on another level, but I'm never sure if I have that kind of touch. He responded ok, but not like I do.....not that everyone has to be like me. No one should be saddled with my behavior.
Yeah, I worked my way down to his jock. His nuts were hanging out, so I did lap at those. That did get a huge reaction. So did me eating his ass with the jock still one. He wasn't clean clean down there, but he was by the time I finished. Then it was a few minutes on his cock. Then it was onto the main event.
I have to hand it to John. Without the help of any ED drugs, the man can keep it hard for hours - and he's in his 40s. Maybe that is a testament to me, but I'm not one to take credit like that. Biology has something to do with it. And while turning into fuck buddies, it would seem (this is time #4 in 5 weeks), we connect on a sexual level. He likes to fuck and well........I seemingly like to take it up the ass.
And I did. For 90 minutes this day. No breaks. No stops, except to move into other positions. Time #3, which I didn't blog about, was a 75 minute fuck. This is a man who has stamina and knows what he is doing and clearly likes his work.
Not unlike the Rough and Tumble guy from my previous post, there were all the positions. I might have to find a guy who can hold me against a wall and fuck me while he stands up with my legs wrapped around him. I still haven't done that one.....................yet.
John asked me what my favorite position was to be fuck in - and my standard and truthful answer is, whichever the top wants me to be in.
When we did change positions, the way his cock would pull out - and push back in - felt incredible. To the point where not only I told him so, but that it made me realize that extracting a dick that way is such a different feeling than when it slides out after orgasm. I don't like that feeling near as much.
The 75 minute fuck the week before made me a tad sore for a day or so. I wasn't sure what the hour and a half pounding would do. (it made me sore, but I powered through it - thanks for your concern!)
The "joke" is that John would have gone on for longer than 90 minutes, but he had a conference call he had to be on.
It was the first time I saw him cum. Well, it's the first time I wasn't face down or him humping me from behind. I never did see the cum.
I was on the edge of the bed, looking right at him, and him right at me. Eye to eye.
Technically, he never told me he ejaculated. The intensity of his face, his furrowed brow, the quiver of his lip and the constricted throat that emitted a howling groan just made me assume something was happening in his nether region. Call it a hunch.
It took both of us a good 5-10 minutes to come down off that scene. His dick still firmly implanted in me.....until it slid out in that unceremonious way that I was saying earlier I don't appreciate.
He threw on shorts, as the call was coming up sooner than later. I dressed and walked to the door, collecting my keys and phone.
"Don't let that ooze out on your drive home".
It didn't. It stayed in me until the next morning.
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Monday, June 03, 2013
Rough and Tumble
His profile has him billed at 50, 6'2", 225. His pics didn't make him look that old or that heavy. But you know how pics on the internet can be, suspect at best.
He was that big. He carried a bit of a belly, but he was just a thick, solid guy. His cock was a solid 7", just as he promised. It was rock hard in his shorts when he answered the door.
I should say, it's one of the longest I've traveled for cock - over 30 miles each way. I was that horny.
He had been after me for days, and I had a window, and I took it. Well, he took me - let's be honest.
He (never got a name) said he was all top and he was. I can't tell you how many "tops" want to suck my dick or bend over for it. I don't think they know what the word means and by the time I figure that out, it's much to late to edjumacate them. With those cases, we both end up being dissatisfied due to their own honesty - just one of those things I do not understand.
But 'he' was true to his word or stayed in character - fine by me.
I was sucking him in the the dining room, before he just told me to follow him to what I'm guessing was the guest room. I'm sure he wasn't having me in where he and his partner sleep. I don't care that he plays on the side - that is for him and his partner to work out, if they haven't already.
The guy was built like a former college football player who let himself go a bit. Mind you, one with a natural flair for decorating, and 168 beats per minute disco piping throughout the house, as well as tvs playing male adult movies, but a former jock nonetheless. ...and yes, I'm sure I'm making some judgements there.
There was no true foreplay other than he liked his tits played with - HARD. I like mine played with nice and light - and as you know it will get you anywhere you want to go if you do it like that. So the instincts of what I liked overrode what he enjoyed. He didn't enjoy light play. So I played hard. Sometimes too hard, if he were to believed.
He fucked face hard. Very hard. Good thing I can take it. I mean, I can certainly take the depth and width. The faster thrusts can prove to be a challenge. The thing about cocksucking, as with getting fucked, or lifting weights, it's about the breathing. You can do almost anything if you can establish a good breathing pattern.
His violent and faster and faster thrusts in my mouth made it hard to get into that rhythm.
Don't get me wrong, I completely get that some men get hard (or off) on making and hearing guys gag. For those guys who are too nice but like that behavior, I'm not above fake gagging now and again to make them stiffer. But this guy was no pretender.
I don't know if he liked the gagging, but he got me to. I felt like a failure, not being able to take the dick the way I said I could. It didn't lessen his hard-on or stop him from doing what he was doing. I guess all was right with the world.
But it was fucking that he wanted and is what lured me 30+ miles.
The man remained hard for well over an hour. I lay at the edge of his bed so he could stand and enter me. I was farther back with my ankles well over my head as he POUNDED me. I was the little spoon as he pumped me from behind. I sat on him and rode him. I was on all fours. I was on my knees, with my head and shoulders to the bed.
Eventually I was on my belly.
I lost track of time, but he was quick to point out he wasn't a quick cummer.
NO. FUCKING. SHIT.
He had every intention of fucking me for another hour, and as much as I "claimed" to want that, my schedule wouldn't allow that. I still have a long drive home at rush hour.
Oh - and I was sore. And a little more.
Hell, I tell most everything else on this blog, why not just go for it. There is a point in a long, hard fuck that a guy just truly opens up the bottom. The resistance to the hole is less, the plunging can be deeper. And that can be wonderful.
But there is also a point where the bottom starts to lose sense of umm ....just how fresh they are feeling down there. The impulses to opening up for the fuck and well......opening up too much are the same and you don't know what is actually what. And trust me, I don't want to be that messy guy, and I've never known how to ask.
My initial thought is, if it's gross, they'd tell me - right? But guys can be strange and as much as I don't know how to ask, they don't know how to tell / say. It turns out I was just fine and clean, but I just wasn't sure.
So I just begged for the fucking cum.
The man was unrelenting in his assault on my asshole. This is when I went into breathing mode.
I was belly to the mattress and just kind of went limp the way a rape victim might. I breathed through what was becoming slight discomfort. Don't say "oh, wow poor guy" about me. It was my situation and I wanted the dick and load, but with that kind of fuck, a guy gets sore. No way around it.
But I went with it and instead of being an active bottom, I became a hole. I let him just pummel my butt and clearly he was getting off on it. There was no doubt about that with this guy.
The only thing to interrupt my breathing was me asking for the load. Begging for it. He delivered. On his time table, not mine. As it should be.
I knew the amount of cum seemed sizable. And as I said, it was a long drive home, so it would be challenging on multiple levels.
He tossed me a bottle of water, told me to hydrate and showed me the door.
There was no discussion of 'maybe we can do this again'. We both had our curiosity satisfied and I thin we were both done.
He was that big. He carried a bit of a belly, but he was just a thick, solid guy. His cock was a solid 7", just as he promised. It was rock hard in his shorts when he answered the door.
I should say, it's one of the longest I've traveled for cock - over 30 miles each way. I was that horny.
He had been after me for days, and I had a window, and I took it. Well, he took me - let's be honest.
He (never got a name) said he was all top and he was. I can't tell you how many "tops" want to suck my dick or bend over for it. I don't think they know what the word means and by the time I figure that out, it's much to late to edjumacate them. With those cases, we both end up being dissatisfied due to their own honesty - just one of those things I do not understand.
But 'he' was true to his word or stayed in character - fine by me.
I was sucking him in the the dining room, before he just told me to follow him to what I'm guessing was the guest room. I'm sure he wasn't having me in where he and his partner sleep. I don't care that he plays on the side - that is for him and his partner to work out, if they haven't already.
The guy was built like a former college football player who let himself go a bit. Mind you, one with a natural flair for decorating, and 168 beats per minute disco piping throughout the house, as well as tvs playing male adult movies, but a former jock nonetheless. ...and yes, I'm sure I'm making some judgements there.
There was no true foreplay other than he liked his tits played with - HARD. I like mine played with nice and light - and as you know it will get you anywhere you want to go if you do it like that. So the instincts of what I liked overrode what he enjoyed. He didn't enjoy light play. So I played hard. Sometimes too hard, if he were to believed.
He fucked face hard. Very hard. Good thing I can take it. I mean, I can certainly take the depth and width. The faster thrusts can prove to be a challenge. The thing about cocksucking, as with getting fucked, or lifting weights, it's about the breathing. You can do almost anything if you can establish a good breathing pattern.
His violent and faster and faster thrusts in my mouth made it hard to get into that rhythm.
Don't get me wrong, I completely get that some men get hard (or off) on making and hearing guys gag. For those guys who are too nice but like that behavior, I'm not above fake gagging now and again to make them stiffer. But this guy was no pretender.
I don't know if he liked the gagging, but he got me to. I felt like a failure, not being able to take the dick the way I said I could. It didn't lessen his hard-on or stop him from doing what he was doing. I guess all was right with the world.
But it was fucking that he wanted and is what lured me 30+ miles.
The man remained hard for well over an hour. I lay at the edge of his bed so he could stand and enter me. I was farther back with my ankles well over my head as he POUNDED me. I was the little spoon as he pumped me from behind. I sat on him and rode him. I was on all fours. I was on my knees, with my head and shoulders to the bed.
Eventually I was on my belly.
I lost track of time, but he was quick to point out he wasn't a quick cummer.
NO. FUCKING. SHIT.
He had every intention of fucking me for another hour, and as much as I "claimed" to want that, my schedule wouldn't allow that. I still have a long drive home at rush hour.
Oh - and I was sore. And a little more.
Hell, I tell most everything else on this blog, why not just go for it. There is a point in a long, hard fuck that a guy just truly opens up the bottom. The resistance to the hole is less, the plunging can be deeper. And that can be wonderful.
But there is also a point where the bottom starts to lose sense of umm ....just how fresh they are feeling down there. The impulses to opening up for the fuck and well......opening up too much are the same and you don't know what is actually what. And trust me, I don't want to be that messy guy, and I've never known how to ask.
My initial thought is, if it's gross, they'd tell me - right? But guys can be strange and as much as I don't know how to ask, they don't know how to tell / say. It turns out I was just fine and clean, but I just wasn't sure.
So I just begged for the fucking cum.
The man was unrelenting in his assault on my asshole. This is when I went into breathing mode.
I was belly to the mattress and just kind of went limp the way a rape victim might. I breathed through what was becoming slight discomfort. Don't say "oh, wow poor guy" about me. It was my situation and I wanted the dick and load, but with that kind of fuck, a guy gets sore. No way around it.
But I went with it and instead of being an active bottom, I became a hole. I let him just pummel my butt and clearly he was getting off on it. There was no doubt about that with this guy.
The only thing to interrupt my breathing was me asking for the load. Begging for it. He delivered. On his time table, not mine. As it should be.
I knew the amount of cum seemed sizable. And as I said, it was a long drive home, so it would be challenging on multiple levels.
He tossed me a bottle of water, told me to hydrate and showed me the door.
There was no discussion of 'maybe we can do this again'. We both had our curiosity satisfied and I thin we were both done.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Scruff Hook-Up: Time #2
I returned to the scene the following day - not without permission, as I'm not a stalker.
After the initial encounter, where were a few emails or texts, teasing me for another meet-up. I happened to have some free time that day, and while he could make it a little later, he was to be on a 30 minute conference call at 1p. I told him I'd blow him while he was on it.
Silence.
"The door will be unlocked" was the eventual reply.
This guy is on the same playing field as I am. What was not to like?
I tap once and try the knob, it's open. I walk in and take off my shoes. He's sitting at his table, laptop open, phone on the table with headphones plugged in He is about to start his call, but I don't want my mouth (or anything else) on his cock until the call has started and that he is off mute.
Soon enough, he is talking and my mouth is over his shaft, or licking his head, or down to his balls. He keeps it in check. There are no inappropriate moans - he knows what he's doing, but so do I. I go farther south and stick my tongue up his ass....he moved to the edge of the chair to comply. Soon he's standing up and bending over the table, still on the call while I go deeper.
All too soon, the call is over. Has it been 30 minutes of me sucking and munching already? Apparently it has.
After he hangs, up he guides me to a side room. There he has set-up a Rim Seat.
Truth be told, I've never used a Rim Seat - from above or below. It certainly interested me, but it's nothing I'd go purchase. But he had one and soon enough, I was on my back, under the seat eating his hole.
Now, I've eaten ass from plenty of angles, but I gotta tell ya, that seat opens a guy's hole like no other way I've tackled a butt before. I could truly go deeper than I ever have before. I was loving it, he was loving it. "John" was happy to take my camera and start taking pictures and video. I was a little trapped and a lot busy, so I couldn't do anything about it even if I wanted to.
After a good 20 minute tongue-in-hole session, we did move it back to the bedroom. But not for ass eating. Now, this was the main event.
Ass Fucking.
It went on in multiple positions: on my back, on my side, on my stomach. The one thing we didn't do was have me ride him. But John's dick feels great and he knows how to use it for sure.
He's clearly a dirty dirty man, but one with humor and reserved control. Meaning, he's dirty but not overt about it. He'll talk filth while still sounding pleasant. It's kind of perverse in a different way. I like it.
And he can fuck like a machine. We went on for a good 40 minutes before he could not hold back any longer. He dumped his nut into me and we laid back for a while.
He never went soft and we did go back to a second round, but a second ejaculation didn't seem like it was going to happen. I had no problems with that. It would have been nice, but I'm not that greedy - or am I?
John pulled out and presented me his dick. I knew what to do.....and I did it. He liked having it in my mouth and he wasn't shy about putting his tongue in my mouth afterwards. My mouth, his dick, my ass, all in one.
I know I'll get an invite back. He knows it too. And I'll gladly accept.
After the initial encounter, where were a few emails or texts, teasing me for another meet-up. I happened to have some free time that day, and while he could make it a little later, he was to be on a 30 minute conference call at 1p. I told him I'd blow him while he was on it.
Silence.
"The door will be unlocked" was the eventual reply.
This guy is on the same playing field as I am. What was not to like?
I tap once and try the knob, it's open. I walk in and take off my shoes. He's sitting at his table, laptop open, phone on the table with headphones plugged in He is about to start his call, but I don't want my mouth (or anything else) on his cock until the call has started and that he is off mute.
Soon enough, he is talking and my mouth is over his shaft, or licking his head, or down to his balls. He keeps it in check. There are no inappropriate moans - he knows what he's doing, but so do I. I go farther south and stick my tongue up his ass....he moved to the edge of the chair to comply. Soon he's standing up and bending over the table, still on the call while I go deeper.
All too soon, the call is over. Has it been 30 minutes of me sucking and munching already? Apparently it has.
After he hangs, up he guides me to a side room. There he has set-up a Rim Seat.
Truth be told, I've never used a Rim Seat - from above or below. It certainly interested me, but it's nothing I'd go purchase. But he had one and soon enough, I was on my back, under the seat eating his hole.
Now, I've eaten ass from plenty of angles, but I gotta tell ya, that seat opens a guy's hole like no other way I've tackled a butt before. I could truly go deeper than I ever have before. I was loving it, he was loving it. "John" was happy to take my camera and start taking pictures and video. I was a little trapped and a lot busy, so I couldn't do anything about it even if I wanted to.
After a good 20 minute tongue-in-hole session, we did move it back to the bedroom. But not for ass eating. Now, this was the main event.
Ass Fucking.
It went on in multiple positions: on my back, on my side, on my stomach. The one thing we didn't do was have me ride him. But John's dick feels great and he knows how to use it for sure.
He's clearly a dirty dirty man, but one with humor and reserved control. Meaning, he's dirty but not overt about it. He'll talk filth while still sounding pleasant. It's kind of perverse in a different way. I like it.
And he can fuck like a machine. We went on for a good 40 minutes before he could not hold back any longer. He dumped his nut into me and we laid back for a while.
He never went soft and we did go back to a second round, but a second ejaculation didn't seem like it was going to happen. I had no problems with that. It would have been nice, but I'm not that greedy - or am I?
John pulled out and presented me his dick. I knew what to do.....and I did it. He liked having it in my mouth and he wasn't shy about putting his tongue in my mouth afterwards. My mouth, his dick, my ass, all in one.
I know I'll get an invite back. He knows it too. And I'll gladly accept.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
22
When I was in my teens, I usually hooked up with men in their 20s through 50s. Guys my age left little to be desired. As I hit my 20s, I left guys in their 20s behind and still did the 30s-50s.
As I progress in age, I am still attracted to men, but I'm not really looking to hook up with 70 year olds. Logic dictates that for those 25 year olds who put in ads, "no old guys", someday they'll be that guy. And while 25 year olds don't really hold that much appeal to me, logic also dictates I sleep w guys my age or probably find younger.
Let's not discount the previous me. I liked older men. Guys who are in their teens and 20s, at least some of them, do too.
I'm a daddy.
...at least in age, looks and stature. In my mind, I'm anything but. But try telling that to a youngster.
Speaking of being young, getting him to commit to a time, let alone him not being able to come over until he could get use of his parent's car was enlightening. I was never like that as a young adult. But I never relied on my parents after turning 17, so.....
5'11, 190 (solid build), and except for his head and pubes, totally hairless.
As I progress in age, I am still attracted to men, but I'm not really looking to hook up with 70 year olds. Logic dictates that for those 25 year olds who put in ads, "no old guys", someday they'll be that guy. And while 25 year olds don't really hold that much appeal to me, logic also dictates I sleep w guys my age or probably find younger.
Let's not discount the previous me. I liked older men. Guys who are in their teens and 20s, at least some of them, do too.
I'm a daddy.
...at least in age, looks and stature. In my mind, I'm anything but. But try telling that to a youngster.
Speaking of being young, getting him to commit to a time, let alone him not being able to come over until he could get use of his parent's car was enlightening. I was never like that as a young adult. But I never relied on my parents after turning 17, so.....
5'11, 190 (solid build), and except for his head and pubes, totally hairless.
Normally I like fur on a man, but this seemed to work. The chest and abs were as nice in person as on his A4A profile. His ass was totally smooth as well, save for a little hair deep in his crack.
He got more hair there when I buried my beard in it and licked his sweet boy hole, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
The kid was nervous and needed a glass of water as soon as he showed up. I was nervous too, as I've never slept with someone this young before. And he just didn't look young, but acted it too. Just a certain way he carried himself screamed "I'm young!".
Actually, if he told me he was actually 18 and not 22, I wouldn't have been surprised.
One of my earliest thoughts is - why is he attracted to me, but then there is that thing of how I was at that age and maybe he has 'daddy' issues.
His first question to me: "can I feel your beard?" His hand really ran all over it, in it, around it. I'm thinking 20:1 his father has a beard.
But he did feel that beard at his hole and he fucking loved it. He liked his ass being played with and I was thinking of a few guys I know who would have loved to take a turn on fucking him - as the kid was clearly open to the idea. He just got the wrong guy with me. Had I arose to the occasion I would have gladly taken that hole.
The plan was for me to blow him. I was happy to do that to his dick. Fully hard, he's about 7".
It responded to my mouth well, but he wanted to just rub it on my ass. Who am I to say "no"?
Honestly, I wasn't planning on getting fucked, since we really only talked blowjob and since had not discussed, I didn't "prep" for it. Also he was hesitant about fucking since he was always "super safe".
So rub on my ass he does, from behind, me on all fours. Sooner than later, with out my permission (!!!) and without protection, he pushes it right into me. I don't stop him. So much for "super safe".
I figured being 22 he might be quick on the trigger. It wasn't a long fuck, but longer than I anticipated. He seemed to know what he was doing. Clearly he was learning something in college.
I could tell he was close and and I told him to just unleash his load. He hesitated and said, "I usually don't cum inside a guy". I responded, "that ship sailed the second you went in raw".
That seemed to be the only encouragement he needed. Advice from an older man. He shot. I took.
Like a 22 year old, he didn't know what to do next. Should he stay? Should he go? Should he try to make conversation?
I had to get back to work and the skies just opened up, so I mentioned it was best to hit the road before the rain got worse.
It was an interesting experience, but not one I'm willing to repeat anytime soon. However, if his father wants to come over, I can show him what his son and I were up to.
Sunday, May 05, 2013
Discount
So, when I went to that leather event, where I had some dirty dirty sex, I also hit the vendor mart.
Leather is great, but pretty pricey, and how many times can I wear chaps and what would I really do with paddle and whips? I mean - really? You add up all the time you use it over the years and wood / leather to skin, you're still looking at 60 minutes (not counting the in between swats) of use. That's a lot per hit.
Whether they're all good or not, I already have a harness, vest, pants and gloves. I might be able to use a good pair of boots or something, but I wasn't looking to spend a few hundred dollars while I was really there to get laid.
But I have seen things from Ft. Troff or Nasty Pig that I thought I wanted. Briefs with something missing. They are more substantial than jockstraps and well, I have a half a dozen of those anyways.
I did find what I was looking for, but I can't say they represented well in real life as they do on a website. Hell -- what the fuck does?
However, next to those I found something similar but what I consider much better. Longer type under the uniform football pants.....
....with something missing.....
Now, I did try them on at the vendor fair. There are no true dressing rooms, only a screen one might buy at Pier 1 in a corner. The Shop Keep took me there and did his business. I slipped off my 501s and put on the undergarment. I liked the fit and he said they looked good, but if I wanted a mirror, there was one on the other side of the room.
Modesty was out the door at this point, so I walked across the room and looked. If anyone noticed, they said nothing - no hoots, no hollers, but no boos or retching either, so all seemed well.
I went to go change out of them and the shop keep was back near there. I took off the pants and that is when he saw what I was packing up front.
I know I have big nuts, I've been told this repeatedly. The thick chrome cockring that went around that and my shaft accentuated that I already was sporting. He took note.
The man was not my type. More effeminate than I'd like, but not girly. He asked if he could feel them. I said nothing, but took a stance for him to get a feel. He felt them.....for a bit. I'd be lying if I said my cock didn't start to respond - but it was mostly due to the environment where it was happening than the man himself.
Then he felt the shaft for good measure. I finished dressing.
When I checked out, he gave me 20% off on the item. Hey, it was $8 !!! Worth a feel.
Another guy checking out asked why I got 20% off. I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I said, "because I let him feel me up".
Worth it!
Leather is great, but pretty pricey, and how many times can I wear chaps and what would I really do with paddle and whips? I mean - really? You add up all the time you use it over the years and wood / leather to skin, you're still looking at 60 minutes (not counting the in between swats) of use. That's a lot per hit.
Whether they're all good or not, I already have a harness, vest, pants and gloves. I might be able to use a good pair of boots or something, but I wasn't looking to spend a few hundred dollars while I was really there to get laid.
But I have seen things from Ft. Troff or Nasty Pig that I thought I wanted. Briefs with something missing. They are more substantial than jockstraps and well, I have a half a dozen of those anyways.
I did find what I was looking for, but I can't say they represented well in real life as they do on a website. Hell -- what the fuck does?
However, next to those I found something similar but what I consider much better. Longer type under the uniform football pants.....
....with something missing.....
Now, I did try them on at the vendor fair. There are no true dressing rooms, only a screen one might buy at Pier 1 in a corner. The Shop Keep took me there and did his business. I slipped off my 501s and put on the undergarment. I liked the fit and he said they looked good, but if I wanted a mirror, there was one on the other side of the room.
Modesty was out the door at this point, so I walked across the room and looked. If anyone noticed, they said nothing - no hoots, no hollers, but no boos or retching either, so all seemed well.
I went to go change out of them and the shop keep was back near there. I took off the pants and that is when he saw what I was packing up front.
I know I have big nuts, I've been told this repeatedly. The thick chrome cockring that went around that and my shaft accentuated that I already was sporting. He took note.
The man was not my type. More effeminate than I'd like, but not girly. He asked if he could feel them. I said nothing, but took a stance for him to get a feel. He felt them.....for a bit. I'd be lying if I said my cock didn't start to respond - but it was mostly due to the environment where it was happening than the man himself.
Then he felt the shaft for good measure. I finished dressing.
When I checked out, he gave me 20% off on the item. Hey, it was $8 !!! Worth a feel.
Another guy checking out asked why I got 20% off. I probably should have kept my mouth shut, but I said, "because I let him feel me up".
Worth it!
Friday, May 03, 2013
Scruff Hook-Up: Time #1
He'd been around for years on all those pick-up apps - Scruff, Growlr, A4A or Grindr. I know this, because I have too. I've seen him, he's seen me - and thanks to those 'who's viewed me' we both know we've looked at each other.
But neither of us acted on it. Until a few weeks ago.
I was on his side of town. He as less than a mile from me and I mentioned it to him. I got the invite over, but I told him I hadn't "prepped" for much.
He was great about it. I'm not big on muddy fucks or anything, but realize that one can't always be squeaky clean. He said that's what showers were for and to get my ass over. I drove over as I thought he had a very realistic and animal sense about sex.
47, 5'9", 160, about 7" - not too thick, not too thin. It was nice.
We had a good rapport and conversation, most of it sexual, was easy and in a way teasing. He'd mention seeing me on-line and how he wanted to fuck me. Even when I we were e-chatting and I said something about coming over to suck him, he said it was my ass that he wanted.
Who was I to deny?
Immediately we went back to a bedroom. Soon I was on my knees, taking his 7" into my mouth. He told me he knew I would be a cocksucker. I am. I'm not bragging, I just am.
He "made" me strip. He was naked too and his body was nice. Nothing extra special, just well maintained. He leaned back on the bed, me on the floor, on my knees.
Laying all the way back, I lightly ran my tongue up his naturally hairless balls. He shuddered. Any mere mortal would. Not because of my tongue, but because of the action; the sensitivity.
Yes, I went up and sucked his cock. That was my job. And yes, I traveled south to lick his taint and to go ever further down - right to his hole.
The man loved to get his ass eaten and I fucking loved doing it. But you know I'm an ass-eater. It is "work" I enjoy. And I was there for quite a while. I even told him, "you'll have to tell me when enough is enough, because I can do this forever".
He never did quite tell me to stop. But to mix things up, I did ask him if he had an ice cube. He got one. He laid back. Into my mouth the cube went to take off the rough edges - and then slowly and surely, with my mouth, I inserted that frozen water right up his shit hole.
While I tongued the hole after it was up there, I knew that cube would be disappearing. You could hear his moaning. If he'd had neighbors, they'd have heard it through the walls. I love giving some guys their first experience at something. This was all new to him.
As I continued to eat that hole, I also took back water. That melted block had to go somewhere, no?
I've never been much of a feltcher, nor do I want anyone feltching a load out of my ass. But this seemed right - and yeah, I knew that water also contained his ass juices....at least potentially.
After that - it was down to the main event. The one he wanted me for: fucking.
The man knew what he was doing. At least in terms of how to fuck. He was adapt at using his hips, cock, mind and mouth - synchronizing them all for one dirty and fun experience.
He did, however, overdo it on the poppers. Like with me, too many huffs of that can turn your penis too soft for finishing the job. That was unfortunate.
I did, though, use my mouth to get him off. Oh yes. Yes, I did.
It was a nice and sizable four day load. I took it all.
He made me - yes made - me jack off for him. You know I'd rather not cum, but he was the boss then and there, and his demand....well......
I don't think I had cum for two weeks at this point. He wasn't expecting what was about to happen.
My belly, my pubes, my chest, my chin, next to my head and onto his sheet - I don't doubt some hit him as well.
It wasn't just the two weeks part, it was the experience part. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to excite me and he did.
I was back the next day for round #2
But neither of us acted on it. Until a few weeks ago.
I was on his side of town. He as less than a mile from me and I mentioned it to him. I got the invite over, but I told him I hadn't "prepped" for much.
He was great about it. I'm not big on muddy fucks or anything, but realize that one can't always be squeaky clean. He said that's what showers were for and to get my ass over. I drove over as I thought he had a very realistic and animal sense about sex.
47, 5'9", 160, about 7" - not too thick, not too thin. It was nice.
We had a good rapport and conversation, most of it sexual, was easy and in a way teasing. He'd mention seeing me on-line and how he wanted to fuck me. Even when I we were e-chatting and I said something about coming over to suck him, he said it was my ass that he wanted.
Who was I to deny?
Immediately we went back to a bedroom. Soon I was on my knees, taking his 7" into my mouth. He told me he knew I would be a cocksucker. I am. I'm not bragging, I just am.
He "made" me strip. He was naked too and his body was nice. Nothing extra special, just well maintained. He leaned back on the bed, me on the floor, on my knees.
Laying all the way back, I lightly ran my tongue up his naturally hairless balls. He shuddered. Any mere mortal would. Not because of my tongue, but because of the action; the sensitivity.
Yes, I went up and sucked his cock. That was my job. And yes, I traveled south to lick his taint and to go ever further down - right to his hole.
The man loved to get his ass eaten and I fucking loved doing it. But you know I'm an ass-eater. It is "work" I enjoy. And I was there for quite a while. I even told him, "you'll have to tell me when enough is enough, because I can do this forever".
He never did quite tell me to stop. But to mix things up, I did ask him if he had an ice cube. He got one. He laid back. Into my mouth the cube went to take off the rough edges - and then slowly and surely, with my mouth, I inserted that frozen water right up his shit hole.
While I tongued the hole after it was up there, I knew that cube would be disappearing. You could hear his moaning. If he'd had neighbors, they'd have heard it through the walls. I love giving some guys their first experience at something. This was all new to him.
As I continued to eat that hole, I also took back water. That melted block had to go somewhere, no?
I've never been much of a feltcher, nor do I want anyone feltching a load out of my ass. But this seemed right - and yeah, I knew that water also contained his ass juices....at least potentially.
After that - it was down to the main event. The one he wanted me for: fucking.
The man knew what he was doing. At least in terms of how to fuck. He was adapt at using his hips, cock, mind and mouth - synchronizing them all for one dirty and fun experience.
He did, however, overdo it on the poppers. Like with me, too many huffs of that can turn your penis too soft for finishing the job. That was unfortunate.
I did, though, use my mouth to get him off. Oh yes. Yes, I did.
It was a nice and sizable four day load. I took it all.
He made me - yes made - me jack off for him. You know I'd rather not cum, but he was the boss then and there, and his demand....well......
I don't think I had cum for two weeks at this point. He wasn't expecting what was about to happen.
My belly, my pubes, my chest, my chin, next to my head and onto his sheet - I don't doubt some hit him as well.
It wasn't just the two weeks part, it was the experience part. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to excite me and he did.
I was back the next day for round #2
Monday, April 29, 2013
Devil's Dick
His eyes were blue and intense, yet they had a certain niceness to them. That is dangerous, as you might not always know where you stood if you didn't somewhat know the man.
Oddly, it was a first time meeting, but not a first time knowing him.
Years ago (7-8?) we connected via YahooGroups. Something about him intrigued me and we chatted now and again.
He was definitely all top. In a chat forum, he was definitely all dom. He had ideas of me sharing his and his lover's bed and fucking me raw while his lover was fast asleep. It all sounded hot, if not unrealistic - but that is mostly due to the distance, as he was in the Carolinas and I was not.
RC is in his mid-40s, maybe 5'9" and 180. His demeanor on chat was gruff, and he took no guff from the likes of me. But he knew of my blog and read it. Sometimes he'd comment to me, but never on the blog, about things I had done and what a pig I seemed to be.
Last week, there was a leather event in town. While I had attended on the outskirts (i.e. hitting up the rooms of a participant a few years back), I had never been a part of the actual event. That changed this year.
I worked the event and mingled. Sadly, I had little interest in me. Oddly, newbies are welcome but the community is tight and everyone knew everyone. No one knew me. Still, I thought I'd be fair game because of that, but I think I wasn't for that very reason.
So imagine my surprise that by screen name, I see RC on one of the iPhone cruising apps. He confirmed it was he. The next day I was at the event and told him so. He said he'd be at the vendor fair, where I already was. It wasn't long before we ran into each other.
With his boy's back turned away from us, and the boy never noticing me, RC reached out and grabbed my left nipple and squeezed........HARD. I admittedly cringed in pain. Something I did not want to do being surrounded by heavier duty leather men and a room full of torture gear. ...and everyone who read this for content knows I react much more sluttily to the light nipple touch. He knew this too - he just didn't give a fuck.
He leaned in to his boy, who never did turn around, and said he was going up to the room. I followed at a respectable pace. We were in the elevator together, alone, and he much more lightly played with my tits. My knees went weak.
When we got to the floor, wouldn't you know the housekeeper was cleaning? We went around the corner to wait, where no one could see. His hands went back to my chest. I stood there, taking it like a good boy. Soon, his hand was down my pants and to my hole. I stood there, taking it like a good boy. Then that finger was in my mouth. Then two. Then three. Then four.
I was a good boy.
A few minutes later we had access to the room.
"Strip" was his only word.
All my clothes came off. Our eyes never leaving each other. Those blue eyes I kept staring into as I shed my pants (nothing underneath) and my t-shirt and socks. He stood full clothed. He told me to kneel. I knew enough not to try to disrobe him unless he said / told me too. He didn't. "On the bed, on your back" was the next command.
RC went to his room refrig and pulled out a package. Inside were old prescription bottles, taller thinner ones. From previous conversations I knew what they were.
IF he ever jacked off, he saved and froze the load. Devil's Dick.
He opened the first one and it was solid. He placed the entire container into my mouth for it to start to thaw. He went back to playing with my tits. Then something unexpected - he licked my asshole. By the time he was done, thawing had started to take place.
"Open your mouth". I complied. A huge glob of a sperm slushie hit my mouth. I swallowed. More came out, onto my mouth, my lips, my face. What didn't go down my throat got rubbed all over my face and into my beard. I immediately smelled like semen. Of course, it was under my nose, but I would believe anyone would pick up on the scent.
Another bullet of frozen jizz was taken out of the container and placed in my mouth where it melted, trickling down my throat. That soon came out - bound for other destinations.
"Lift your legs". I complied. The frozen sperm was pushed up, slow but deliberate. It was accepted and immediately started melting in its new confines.
If you've never had an ice cube up your ass you won't know what I'm talking about. Have a sexual partner try it with you, or vice versa. It's quite the experience of cold and hot at the same time. The heat is physical, mental and psychological.
With his own spit on his cock, he pushed into me. RC commented that the frozen contents were melted, but I could feel a mix of cold now and again as he pumped my ass. Another cylinder of cold spooge was placed in my mouth momentarily.
RC withdrew and came to my side of the bed. Taking the iced spunk from my mouth, I took his cock into my mouth. I'd say he 'made' me, but he didn't. It was a given. Unspoken. Expected. He knew I wasn't a novice - a boy he'd have to instruct or train. I licked that cock clean.
With that frozen cum in his hand, he went back between my legs and soon that was up my ass too. He went in right behind this time. He could feel the heat and the cold. It worked on him the same way it worked on me....at least I'm assuming.
I finally spoke. "I have two of your loads up me". He snickered. "Try 24! It takes 12 loads to fill up one of those vials." True enough, he marked the top of each vial with how many loads were in there.
12 on my face / in my mouth, 24 up my ass. And he was pumping his bare dick in my ass. He didn't need spit, he has his own cum for lube. Oh yes, it was all his own cum - he wasn't collecting from others.
RC was a champ at fucking. Solid strokes, only caring about his own pleasure, but inadvertently making me feel good. Honestly, my pleasure was knowing he was feeling good, though physically I was not displeased.
As he fucked me hard, I could feel some cum being squeezed out. This was new to me, as I pride myself on keeping the loads in me. But I've never had 24 loads in me before, so.............there's that.
Depending on how he moved, I could still feel waves of cold now and again. It was an incredible feeling.
RC climbed higher on me, getting deeper in me. Pumping just a little harder and a little faster. "You're a fucking pig". Well I couldn't refute that statement he made while he fucked me, could I? Somewhere he called me a "whore". Again.......I had no way to object given the circumstances.
Until he squeezed but never shut his eyes - his blue eyes - and muttered sounds, not words, I didn't know he was that close. He was.
His unwavering blue eyes looking right into me, or through me, as he went past the point of no return.
Fresh. Hot. Cum. was being added to cataloged frozen semen. Mixing together in me....all from him.
Load #37.
He stayed in me as long as he could. But he did something unexpected and slipped out at the same time. Not unwelcome, but unexpected. His lips met mine.
For such a calculating man (I won't say 'cold'), his lips are, without a doubt, the softest I might have ever encountered.
Like his eyes - warm and blue, but still steely in their gaze, the softness of the kiss could be confusing.
Had we begun with that, it would not have given a glimpse of the man that lurked underneath. The man that in some ways waited for 8 years to breed me. A man who carries around his own frozen cum to use on fuckboys. A man who without hesitation fucks another while his boy is downstairs....or possibly in his own bed at the same time.
He looked over my shoulder, and I knew he was looking at the clock. "You can tell me to get the fuck out, you know" - and he did.
I dressed, knowing not even to think about asking to wash my face or do any clean-up. I'd be going back down to the activities fully loaded and with sperm on my fucking face and in my beard. I would be going down smelling of sex.
Before getting to the door, I was handed a parting gift. A vial of cum. Frozen cum. 11 loads worth. The cap said so.
Oddly, it was a first time meeting, but not a first time knowing him.
Years ago (7-8?) we connected via YahooGroups. Something about him intrigued me and we chatted now and again.
He was definitely all top. In a chat forum, he was definitely all dom. He had ideas of me sharing his and his lover's bed and fucking me raw while his lover was fast asleep. It all sounded hot, if not unrealistic - but that is mostly due to the distance, as he was in the Carolinas and I was not.
RC is in his mid-40s, maybe 5'9" and 180. His demeanor on chat was gruff, and he took no guff from the likes of me. But he knew of my blog and read it. Sometimes he'd comment to me, but never on the blog, about things I had done and what a pig I seemed to be.
Last week, there was a leather event in town. While I had attended on the outskirts (i.e. hitting up the rooms of a participant a few years back), I had never been a part of the actual event. That changed this year.
I worked the event and mingled. Sadly, I had little interest in me. Oddly, newbies are welcome but the community is tight and everyone knew everyone. No one knew me. Still, I thought I'd be fair game because of that, but I think I wasn't for that very reason.
So imagine my surprise that by screen name, I see RC on one of the iPhone cruising apps. He confirmed it was he. The next day I was at the event and told him so. He said he'd be at the vendor fair, where I already was. It wasn't long before we ran into each other.
With his boy's back turned away from us, and the boy never noticing me, RC reached out and grabbed my left nipple and squeezed........HARD. I admittedly cringed in pain. Something I did not want to do being surrounded by heavier duty leather men and a room full of torture gear. ...and everyone who read this for content knows I react much more sluttily to the light nipple touch. He knew this too - he just didn't give a fuck.
He leaned in to his boy, who never did turn around, and said he was going up to the room. I followed at a respectable pace. We were in the elevator together, alone, and he much more lightly played with my tits. My knees went weak.
When we got to the floor, wouldn't you know the housekeeper was cleaning? We went around the corner to wait, where no one could see. His hands went back to my chest. I stood there, taking it like a good boy. Soon, his hand was down my pants and to my hole. I stood there, taking it like a good boy. Then that finger was in my mouth. Then two. Then three. Then four.
I was a good boy.
A few minutes later we had access to the room.
"Strip" was his only word.
All my clothes came off. Our eyes never leaving each other. Those blue eyes I kept staring into as I shed my pants (nothing underneath) and my t-shirt and socks. He stood full clothed. He told me to kneel. I knew enough not to try to disrobe him unless he said / told me too. He didn't. "On the bed, on your back" was the next command.
RC went to his room refrig and pulled out a package. Inside were old prescription bottles, taller thinner ones. From previous conversations I knew what they were.
IF he ever jacked off, he saved and froze the load. Devil's Dick.
He opened the first one and it was solid. He placed the entire container into my mouth for it to start to thaw. He went back to playing with my tits. Then something unexpected - he licked my asshole. By the time he was done, thawing had started to take place.
"Open your mouth". I complied. A huge glob of a sperm slushie hit my mouth. I swallowed. More came out, onto my mouth, my lips, my face. What didn't go down my throat got rubbed all over my face and into my beard. I immediately smelled like semen. Of course, it was under my nose, but I would believe anyone would pick up on the scent.
Another bullet of frozen jizz was taken out of the container and placed in my mouth where it melted, trickling down my throat. That soon came out - bound for other destinations.
"Lift your legs". I complied. The frozen sperm was pushed up, slow but deliberate. It was accepted and immediately started melting in its new confines.
If you've never had an ice cube up your ass you won't know what I'm talking about. Have a sexual partner try it with you, or vice versa. It's quite the experience of cold and hot at the same time. The heat is physical, mental and psychological.
With his own spit on his cock, he pushed into me. RC commented that the frozen contents were melted, but I could feel a mix of cold now and again as he pumped my ass. Another cylinder of cold spooge was placed in my mouth momentarily.
RC withdrew and came to my side of the bed. Taking the iced spunk from my mouth, I took his cock into my mouth. I'd say he 'made' me, but he didn't. It was a given. Unspoken. Expected. He knew I wasn't a novice - a boy he'd have to instruct or train. I licked that cock clean.
With that frozen cum in his hand, he went back between my legs and soon that was up my ass too. He went in right behind this time. He could feel the heat and the cold. It worked on him the same way it worked on me....at least I'm assuming.
I finally spoke. "I have two of your loads up me". He snickered. "Try 24! It takes 12 loads to fill up one of those vials." True enough, he marked the top of each vial with how many loads were in there.
12 on my face / in my mouth, 24 up my ass. And he was pumping his bare dick in my ass. He didn't need spit, he has his own cum for lube. Oh yes, it was all his own cum - he wasn't collecting from others.
RC was a champ at fucking. Solid strokes, only caring about his own pleasure, but inadvertently making me feel good. Honestly, my pleasure was knowing he was feeling good, though physically I was not displeased.
As he fucked me hard, I could feel some cum being squeezed out. This was new to me, as I pride myself on keeping the loads in me. But I've never had 24 loads in me before, so.............there's that.
Depending on how he moved, I could still feel waves of cold now and again. It was an incredible feeling.
RC climbed higher on me, getting deeper in me. Pumping just a little harder and a little faster. "You're a fucking pig". Well I couldn't refute that statement he made while he fucked me, could I? Somewhere he called me a "whore". Again.......I had no way to object given the circumstances.
Until he squeezed but never shut his eyes - his blue eyes - and muttered sounds, not words, I didn't know he was that close. He was.
His unwavering blue eyes looking right into me, or through me, as he went past the point of no return.
Fresh. Hot. Cum. was being added to cataloged frozen semen. Mixing together in me....all from him.
Load #37.
He stayed in me as long as he could. But he did something unexpected and slipped out at the same time. Not unwelcome, but unexpected. His lips met mine.
For such a calculating man (I won't say 'cold'), his lips are, without a doubt, the softest I might have ever encountered.
Like his eyes - warm and blue, but still steely in their gaze, the softness of the kiss could be confusing.
Had we begun with that, it would not have given a glimpse of the man that lurked underneath. The man that in some ways waited for 8 years to breed me. A man who carries around his own frozen cum to use on fuckboys. A man who without hesitation fucks another while his boy is downstairs....or possibly in his own bed at the same time.
He looked over my shoulder, and I knew he was looking at the clock. "You can tell me to get the fuck out, you know" - and he did.
I dressed, knowing not even to think about asking to wash my face or do any clean-up. I'd be going back down to the activities fully loaded and with sperm on my fucking face and in my beard. I would be going down smelling of sex.
Before getting to the door, I was handed a parting gift. A vial of cum. Frozen cum. 11 loads worth. The cap said so.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Dirty Old Man
That is what I felt like - not that it stopped me.
He was 27 and for the record, he contacted me, not the other way around. I think last time I did a 27 year old, I was in my teens. Younger doesn't hold that much appeal for me, though I know I'm getting to a point where it will have to be younger, or the others will just keep breaking hips. It's sad to call 9-1-1 to get them help and then flee before the ambulance arrives.
The kid wasn't bad, except for what would be his smaller penis. Fully erect he might have just been under 5". ...and I'm being generous.
He was tall, he was built, and he was a quiet sort. Not much to say, not much to groan or moan about either.
Initially he went down on me and he was good at what he did with his mouth. I went down on him as he sat back in a chair. Eventually my fingers found their way to his ass. One, then two, slipped in with no effort.
For whatever reason, I was rock hard. I leaned up and slid my cock right into him. He had no problems taking it at all. But after a few minutes, he wanted me out. Story of my topping life, no?
It is all good, as he came over to fuck me - which is why I accepted his chat invite.
The entire thing was fine, but nothing more. You saw my above comment on his size and while it shouldn't matter - every now and again it does. I also couldn't help get over the fact that I was kind of old enough to be his father.
Maybe he was me 20 years ago, really liking older men. Nothing wrong with that. I just didn't want to be the older man.
So, I sat on him and road his cock.....until I put him over the edge. Soon enough he was gone - never to be heard from again.
He was 27 and for the record, he contacted me, not the other way around. I think last time I did a 27 year old, I was in my teens. Younger doesn't hold that much appeal for me, though I know I'm getting to a point where it will have to be younger, or the others will just keep breaking hips. It's sad to call 9-1-1 to get them help and then flee before the ambulance arrives.
The kid wasn't bad, except for what would be his smaller penis. Fully erect he might have just been under 5". ...and I'm being generous.
He was tall, he was built, and he was a quiet sort. Not much to say, not much to groan or moan about either.
Initially he went down on me and he was good at what he did with his mouth. I went down on him as he sat back in a chair. Eventually my fingers found their way to his ass. One, then two, slipped in with no effort.
For whatever reason, I was rock hard. I leaned up and slid my cock right into him. He had no problems taking it at all. But after a few minutes, he wanted me out. Story of my topping life, no?
It is all good, as he came over to fuck me - which is why I accepted his chat invite.
The entire thing was fine, but nothing more. You saw my above comment on his size and while it shouldn't matter - every now and again it does. I also couldn't help get over the fact that I was kind of old enough to be his father.
Maybe he was me 20 years ago, really liking older men. Nothing wrong with that. I just didn't want to be the older man.
So, I sat on him and road his cock.....until I put him over the edge. Soon enough he was gone - never to be heard from again.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Another Fuck
He was hounding me for a meet-up. Sometimes I'm better about responding than others. He can be relentless in his quest - which can be a testament in certain ways, but an annoyance in others.
As it happens, I was horny. He has a good dick. The timing worked.
He wants this and that. To fuck certain places at the house, if possible. I'm not willing to let him invade some parts of the living space, but I've given in here and there. He was hoping for two fucks - two loads into me. I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes. Mostly because I know him well enough - as soon as he comes, he disengages on multiple levels.
Two loads were not going to happen. It's not who he is. It's not who we are.
We kissed. We tried to make that happen, but there was a disconnect with him it seemed. It was happening but it didn't feel genuine. Maybe we were playing the part(s).
I sucked his cock. I think I did a good job. But I think sucking cock is one of my great skills.
He always likes me to eat his ass - and I think I've made it clear here that I love to eat a guy's hole. I can really get into it. I know some guys won't do it because they think it is disgusting, but fuck if they don't like having it done to them.
I like doing it - for just doing it, but the reaction I usually get. I like having it done because it is usually a prelude to having a shaft slid up my ass.
This guy, I think, wanted my shaft up his. I tried. He's one of the few who make me rock hard and I got about half in him when he claimed I was "too big". Personally, I think he could have taken it. I'm thick, I'm kind of big, but I don't think I fit into the "too big" category.
So it was on to me eating his hole again. At some point I felt like a crazed ass-eater and it probably didn't help that he called me a 'nasty pig'. I took it as a compliment.
Before long, I was on my side, him behind me. It's how he wanted to fuck that day. He slid into me. Fuck if it didn't feel great. It did. It fucking did.
I'm not sure how long the fuck went on for, but longer than it normally does. He paced himself and I was grateful for it. I like him being in me, fucking me, flexing his rod and making me feel it.
He announced he was close. I guess I could have told him to slow down or stop until he cooled off, but I told him to go for it! He did. And he unloaded up my ass.
I like guys who will stay up my ass after they shoot. Even for only a minute. This is not that guy. He wants out almost immediately, even if I ask or plead a little.
But true to my prediction, he was up and off the bed, and clothes on quicker than shit. There'd never be a second load. Ever. Not in the same session.
As persistent as he was to get me to drop my pants, just as quickly he couldn't wait to get out - barely making eye or verbal contact.
But I know the score with him. I don't go into that situation blindly. He had a need and so did I. We got what we wanted and what we expected.
As it happens, I was horny. He has a good dick. The timing worked.
He wants this and that. To fuck certain places at the house, if possible. I'm not willing to let him invade some parts of the living space, but I've given in here and there. He was hoping for two fucks - two loads into me. I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes. Mostly because I know him well enough - as soon as he comes, he disengages on multiple levels.
Two loads were not going to happen. It's not who he is. It's not who we are.
We kissed. We tried to make that happen, but there was a disconnect with him it seemed. It was happening but it didn't feel genuine. Maybe we were playing the part(s).
I sucked his cock. I think I did a good job. But I think sucking cock is one of my great skills.
He always likes me to eat his ass - and I think I've made it clear here that I love to eat a guy's hole. I can really get into it. I know some guys won't do it because they think it is disgusting, but fuck if they don't like having it done to them.
I like doing it - for just doing it, but the reaction I usually get. I like having it done because it is usually a prelude to having a shaft slid up my ass.
This guy, I think, wanted my shaft up his. I tried. He's one of the few who make me rock hard and I got about half in him when he claimed I was "too big". Personally, I think he could have taken it. I'm thick, I'm kind of big, but I don't think I fit into the "too big" category.
So it was on to me eating his hole again. At some point I felt like a crazed ass-eater and it probably didn't help that he called me a 'nasty pig'. I took it as a compliment.
Before long, I was on my side, him behind me. It's how he wanted to fuck that day. He slid into me. Fuck if it didn't feel great. It did. It fucking did.
I'm not sure how long the fuck went on for, but longer than it normally does. He paced himself and I was grateful for it. I like him being in me, fucking me, flexing his rod and making me feel it.
He announced he was close. I guess I could have told him to slow down or stop until he cooled off, but I told him to go for it! He did. And he unloaded up my ass.
I like guys who will stay up my ass after they shoot. Even for only a minute. This is not that guy. He wants out almost immediately, even if I ask or plead a little.
But true to my prediction, he was up and off the bed, and clothes on quicker than shit. There'd never be a second load. Ever. Not in the same session.
As persistent as he was to get me to drop my pants, just as quickly he couldn't wait to get out - barely making eye or verbal contact.
But I know the score with him. I don't go into that situation blindly. He had a need and so did I. We got what we wanted and what we expected.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
How He Plays
I would say about three or four years ago I agreed to pose for a photographer - a legitimate one. He provided me a few of the images he took - and he took close to a hundred.
He was using a few for his portfolio to get new clients. From what I remember, he only used two for himself. One I liked, one was just ok.
The shoot was real. He had an assistant and nothing else happened. It was just pictures.
The idea came up later that he'd like to do a shoot of suits as bondage. Neck ties binding the hands, shit like that. I think it's all been done before, but I was up for it. Nothing ever came of it.
Flash forward a few years later and the guy is on-line and pings me. Do I want to meet for coffee? Um. No, I reply, but I do like 'cream'. I'm invited over.
We're just talking and showing off and he asks me how I like to play. I say I'm open. He likes that and we head to the basement where he took my photos all those years ago. Going into a closet, he comes out with bags. Bags full of restraints, of chains, of wrist protectors, cuffs, paddles, etc.
Apparently this is how he likes to play.
We don't discuss limits. We don't discuss safe words. He takes my left hand and wraps a wrist restraint around it. He threads the chain and hooks it to the ceiling. He continues the process with the right wrist. Then it is onto the the left and right ankles to a board he has laid on the floor.
Soon enough, I'm a human X. Oddly, my dick responds.
He smacks my abs. First lightly, testing my reaction. Then harder. I don't say 'no'. He notices this.
Soon, out comes the ear protection. They truly cut off all sound. I see his lips move yet I hear nothing. He was hoping for such. Then comes the blindfold. It is now dark.
Dark. Silent. Suspended.
This is how he plays.
I'm hit. I'm hit again. I don't react. My dick does, but I do not. No words. No sounds. And even if I did, I couldn't hear myself.
My cock responds. He ties rope around it and secures one end to the board my legs are chained to. The cock still responds.
There is a paddle on my ass. Swats, 6-8 times. I lose count. There is a light cat o'nine tails that hits my back, my chest, my legs.
There is nothing. For minutes. Is it playful anticipation? Has he left? Is he just standing admiring? I have no idea and no way to find out. I remain suspended.
I feel a hand on my cock. Slick. He's applied something. He strokes. I don't want to cum, but I don't protest as it seems useless. I can't swat him away. I can't retreat. I can say 'no', but I can't hear me and he won't hear me. So he strokes.
I concentrate on not shooting. I have a strong will this way. He stops.
Soon he's behind me. My tits are being played with and I can feel his cock at my crack. We did not discuss, not that we have to. I wasn't prepped, but that's his problem, but it isn't as he never follows through. He's just letting me know he could if he wanted. I know. I know.
Soon my chains are being loosened, but not removed. I'm moved and on my back on the carpet. The chains on my wrists are being reattached to something floor level but above my head.
He's on my chest. His dick is at my mouth. I open. He inserts. The angle is all wrong. Only 3" goes in, but it is a nice cock. I can tell. Deaf and blind, I can tell.
He backs up but still on my chest. He is moving. He's jacking. This I know. He shoots - gobs and gobs of semen. It hits my cheek, my nose, my forehead but mostly into my beard. I open my mouth but catch very little, which I believe was his intent - me not getting it.
The blindfold is removed and the ear things. He has a camera and is taking pics of his load on my face.
The camera was not there before. This I know. Was that the period of time he may have been gone or silent? He's smiling, almost laughing.
I'm still bound. He strokes me. I can't stop him. I cum. I can tell it would be big with the right manipulation, but he doesn't have it down. The load is respectable, but I could have shot it over my head if done by myself. That wasn't the point. Control was.
He laughs. He throws a towel my way I can't possible reach with my hands the way they are. He frees me and I clean up, refusing his offer for a shower. This is how I will leave.
Before leaving, he asks if I will pose for some images he will offer at CLAW - a leather event. Nothing too too graphic. No hard cocks. Just leather and hints of lust. I agree.
Two days later, this and three other images appear in my email. The tinting and coloring are mine. The picture is all his.
He was using a few for his portfolio to get new clients. From what I remember, he only used two for himself. One I liked, one was just ok.
The shoot was real. He had an assistant and nothing else happened. It was just pictures.
The idea came up later that he'd like to do a shoot of suits as bondage. Neck ties binding the hands, shit like that. I think it's all been done before, but I was up for it. Nothing ever came of it.
Flash forward a few years later and the guy is on-line and pings me. Do I want to meet for coffee? Um. No, I reply, but I do like 'cream'. I'm invited over.
We're just talking and showing off and he asks me how I like to play. I say I'm open. He likes that and we head to the basement where he took my photos all those years ago. Going into a closet, he comes out with bags. Bags full of restraints, of chains, of wrist protectors, cuffs, paddles, etc.
Apparently this is how he likes to play.
We don't discuss limits. We don't discuss safe words. He takes my left hand and wraps a wrist restraint around it. He threads the chain and hooks it to the ceiling. He continues the process with the right wrist. Then it is onto the the left and right ankles to a board he has laid on the floor.
Soon enough, I'm a human X. Oddly, my dick responds.
He smacks my abs. First lightly, testing my reaction. Then harder. I don't say 'no'. He notices this.
Soon, out comes the ear protection. They truly cut off all sound. I see his lips move yet I hear nothing. He was hoping for such. Then comes the blindfold. It is now dark.
Dark. Silent. Suspended.
This is how he plays.
I'm hit. I'm hit again. I don't react. My dick does, but I do not. No words. No sounds. And even if I did, I couldn't hear myself.
My cock responds. He ties rope around it and secures one end to the board my legs are chained to. The cock still responds.
There is a paddle on my ass. Swats, 6-8 times. I lose count. There is a light cat o'nine tails that hits my back, my chest, my legs.
There is nothing. For minutes. Is it playful anticipation? Has he left? Is he just standing admiring? I have no idea and no way to find out. I remain suspended.
I feel a hand on my cock. Slick. He's applied something. He strokes. I don't want to cum, but I don't protest as it seems useless. I can't swat him away. I can't retreat. I can say 'no', but I can't hear me and he won't hear me. So he strokes.
I concentrate on not shooting. I have a strong will this way. He stops.
Soon he's behind me. My tits are being played with and I can feel his cock at my crack. We did not discuss, not that we have to. I wasn't prepped, but that's his problem, but it isn't as he never follows through. He's just letting me know he could if he wanted. I know. I know.
Soon my chains are being loosened, but not removed. I'm moved and on my back on the carpet. The chains on my wrists are being reattached to something floor level but above my head.
He's on my chest. His dick is at my mouth. I open. He inserts. The angle is all wrong. Only 3" goes in, but it is a nice cock. I can tell. Deaf and blind, I can tell.
He backs up but still on my chest. He is moving. He's jacking. This I know. He shoots - gobs and gobs of semen. It hits my cheek, my nose, my forehead but mostly into my beard. I open my mouth but catch very little, which I believe was his intent - me not getting it.
The blindfold is removed and the ear things. He has a camera and is taking pics of his load on my face.
The camera was not there before. This I know. Was that the period of time he may have been gone or silent? He's smiling, almost laughing.
I'm still bound. He strokes me. I can't stop him. I cum. I can tell it would be big with the right manipulation, but he doesn't have it down. The load is respectable, but I could have shot it over my head if done by myself. That wasn't the point. Control was.
He laughs. He throws a towel my way I can't possible reach with my hands the way they are. He frees me and I clean up, refusing his offer for a shower. This is how I will leave.
Before leaving, he asks if I will pose for some images he will offer at CLAW - a leather event. Nothing too too graphic. No hard cocks. Just leather and hints of lust. I agree.
Two days later, this and three other images appear in my email. The tinting and coloring are mine. The picture is all his.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Married Fucker Returns
It has been a while. I thought maybe the last encounter months ago scared him off. I could see why it might. I hadn't even heard from him. Guilt had gotten the best of him, I assumed.
Possibly not, as he contacted me again wanting to stop over. He didn't say for what. This time, I'm assuming he was leaving things a bit more open as opposed to me just going down and sucking his cock off. In my mind, sucking was less appealing than what we had done last time.
As it turns out, the appointed time got interrupted with me on an extended conference call. It was to have finished well before he arrived, but I was still on it. He sat patiently for me, as I listened and talked. He rubbed his crotch, I did the same to mine.
Eventually, I pulled my cock out and it was getting hard. He went down on it.
I know this is not my norm, but it was a good indicator of what went on last time, minus the work call. It got to the point I dropped my pants. Like last time, his tongue and mouth went lower. Under. Behind. And in.
Sure, he'd go back to my cock, but more often than not, we went back to my hole. His one visible eye looking up at me - to see if he was getting a reaction. He was, albeit maybe a slightly exaggerated one. He was enthusiastic, but not exceptionally skilled.
I eventually got off the call and we could be more verbal. I'd hold his mouth down under my nuts and he knew what to do. But eventually he sat in the other chair and goes, "my turn".
While the man is very average looking (at best), his cock his 7", curved, thick and had a good sized head on it. I do like sucking it. I've done it about a half dozen times now.
Like last time, without words, he attempted to ease into me from a kneeling position while I was at the edge of the chair. Unlike last time, the angle was all off for one, or both, of us and it didn't work. He requested I get on my back on the desk.
I complied.
This guy needed lube. Spit wasn't going to do it for him.
Like I said, he had a big head on this cock and you could truly feel it pushing into my hole. I'm sure my eyes widened and he saw that and hesitated for a moment before continuing. But with a nod of my head, silently affirming I wanted more, he was all to happy to continue insertion. Slow and steady till he bottomed out. I sighed.
He's a man with little finesse. I'm guessing this is how is wife gets fucked.....or used to when she probably put out. I'm all for a selfish guy in bed, but he still should be good at what he does. But he was feeling good, I assume. He liked my ass.
It's not like he was horrible at fucking, but his need was one-sided, but you have to expect that as a bottom most of the time. I'm good with that - sometimes I am GREAT with that.
The fuck was not a long one - less than 10 minutes. But if you've been in the position I was in, on my back, looking into the face of a fucker, you know the look. Some are amateurs at hiding their state - they'd probably be good to play poker against. But I knew where he was in the process. He knew too, obviously.
He looks at me, in a semi-pathetic way. Part is trying to hold back. Part is trying to ask permission to finish. Part is trying to complete without permission. The way I want him to, the way he wants to - but he's still unsure of the territory; the environment.
"Can I........?" he trails off. I nod.
That's all it takes. Blast off.
His load. My ass. Job complete.
He slips into his pants and leaves. It will be months before I hear from him again. If ever.
Possibly not, as he contacted me again wanting to stop over. He didn't say for what. This time, I'm assuming he was leaving things a bit more open as opposed to me just going down and sucking his cock off. In my mind, sucking was less appealing than what we had done last time.
As it turns out, the appointed time got interrupted with me on an extended conference call. It was to have finished well before he arrived, but I was still on it. He sat patiently for me, as I listened and talked. He rubbed his crotch, I did the same to mine.
Eventually, I pulled my cock out and it was getting hard. He went down on it.
I know this is not my norm, but it was a good indicator of what went on last time, minus the work call. It got to the point I dropped my pants. Like last time, his tongue and mouth went lower. Under. Behind. And in.
Sure, he'd go back to my cock, but more often than not, we went back to my hole. His one visible eye looking up at me - to see if he was getting a reaction. He was, albeit maybe a slightly exaggerated one. He was enthusiastic, but not exceptionally skilled.
I eventually got off the call and we could be more verbal. I'd hold his mouth down under my nuts and he knew what to do. But eventually he sat in the other chair and goes, "my turn".
While the man is very average looking (at best), his cock his 7", curved, thick and had a good sized head on it. I do like sucking it. I've done it about a half dozen times now.
Like last time, without words, he attempted to ease into me from a kneeling position while I was at the edge of the chair. Unlike last time, the angle was all off for one, or both, of us and it didn't work. He requested I get on my back on the desk.
I complied.
This guy needed lube. Spit wasn't going to do it for him.
Like I said, he had a big head on this cock and you could truly feel it pushing into my hole. I'm sure my eyes widened and he saw that and hesitated for a moment before continuing. But with a nod of my head, silently affirming I wanted more, he was all to happy to continue insertion. Slow and steady till he bottomed out. I sighed.
He's a man with little finesse. I'm guessing this is how is wife gets fucked.....or used to when she probably put out. I'm all for a selfish guy in bed, but he still should be good at what he does. But he was feeling good, I assume. He liked my ass.
It's not like he was horrible at fucking, but his need was one-sided, but you have to expect that as a bottom most of the time. I'm good with that - sometimes I am GREAT with that.
The fuck was not a long one - less than 10 minutes. But if you've been in the position I was in, on my back, looking into the face of a fucker, you know the look. Some are amateurs at hiding their state - they'd probably be good to play poker against. But I knew where he was in the process. He knew too, obviously.
He looks at me, in a semi-pathetic way. Part is trying to hold back. Part is trying to ask permission to finish. Part is trying to complete without permission. The way I want him to, the way he wants to - but he's still unsure of the territory; the environment.
"Can I........?" he trails off. I nod.
That's all it takes. Blast off.
His load. My ass. Job complete.
He slips into his pants and leaves. It will be months before I hear from him again. If ever.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
PIG
I've been told I have a 'type', but I don't know if this is true.
Sure, if I had a fantasy type, he'd be bearded, bald, hairy chest, nice arms, decent sized dick and a dirty mind and foul mouth. Suits, leather or uniform would be preferred but not required.
But men like that are few and far between, so I normally settle on "regular" guys - and hope they have a filthy mouth and mind. Everything else is gravy.
Even for my ideal vs the others, this guy wouldn't have necessarily been on my radar. I wouldn't have reached out to him, but he did to me.
48, 5'11, 195 - all respectable stats. Solid 7.5" thick. Nice enough. But it was the hair, mostly the beard that was throwing me off. WILD didn't begin to describe it. It went at least 6-7" below his chin and completely untamed.
His picture, at first glance, was that of looking at a homeless man, or the Unibomber. He looked like that in person as well.
Oh yes, I went through with the meet-up.
In the exchange on-line, he said all the right (or was it wrong?) things with the right tone and attitude. Trust me, that commitment takes a man far.
There was no getting to know one another. He was in the door and the pants were off. His cock was already hard, so he was good to go. No kissing. No sucking. It was him turning me around and bending me over.
While lube was put out, he never reached for it. He was a spit man and that's all that was on his cock as he pushed his way into me. And the man knew how to fuck. Hard. Deep. His own rhythm, his own needs, mine were secondary or tertiary.....if they ever came into the equation.
He had alluded to that he can fuck a long time and we switched positions often. Next was on my back while atop a desk. My entry was the right height for him standing next to the furniture. He looked down on me as he make his shaft disappear, then reappear, then disappear again. All the while he'd volley insults at me, in the names of "faggot", "pig", "whore" and the likes - sometimes strung together in a barrage of filth. It made me hard.
It's not like anything he was saying was untrue - right?
Eventually we were down on the ground, him on his back, me riding him. Always dangerous for me, as I have no control over my orgasm that way. ...and I didn't want to cum, at least not yet and at least not first.
More insults as he pulled out and instructed me to lick him clean. When I complied, that's when he really called me a "dirty fucking pig".
As he stood over me, I thought he'd spit on me, but he was just making spit for his cock, lubing it - readying it....again. But while he stood, his shoed foot more than bumped my crotch. I didn't flinch. He did it again - harder. I remained stoic. Then again and again.
"You like to be beat up?" he asked. I didn't say 'no', but I didn't say 'yes'. He continued Oddly enough it did not hurt. He could have done more damage if he had liked.
I was on my back and he bent my legs over my head, just to play with my ass. I was bent over far enough, I was wondering if I could mouth my own cock, but it wasn't quite close enough. He never noticed this.
Soon enough I was on all fours with him behind me - fucking the hell out of me fast and hard. No mercy. But soon that gave way to him sitting on a chair and me straddling him, facing him, riding him.
That turned out to be it for him. I rode and he met my downstrokes with up ones. Soon enough, his hands were on my waist pulling me down - all the way down. Then I felt him throb.
For all his verbal nastiness, he waited till he was done unloading in me before telling what a fucking whore I was. He did that while putting on his pants.
He said he'll want another go-round. He'll most likely get it.
OINK.
Sure, if I had a fantasy type, he'd be bearded, bald, hairy chest, nice arms, decent sized dick and a dirty mind and foul mouth. Suits, leather or uniform would be preferred but not required.
But men like that are few and far between, so I normally settle on "regular" guys - and hope they have a filthy mouth and mind. Everything else is gravy.
Even for my ideal vs the others, this guy wouldn't have necessarily been on my radar. I wouldn't have reached out to him, but he did to me.
48, 5'11, 195 - all respectable stats. Solid 7.5" thick. Nice enough. But it was the hair, mostly the beard that was throwing me off. WILD didn't begin to describe it. It went at least 6-7" below his chin and completely untamed.
His picture, at first glance, was that of looking at a homeless man, or the Unibomber. He looked like that in person as well.
Oh yes, I went through with the meet-up.
In the exchange on-line, he said all the right (or was it wrong?) things with the right tone and attitude. Trust me, that commitment takes a man far.
There was no getting to know one another. He was in the door and the pants were off. His cock was already hard, so he was good to go. No kissing. No sucking. It was him turning me around and bending me over.
While lube was put out, he never reached for it. He was a spit man and that's all that was on his cock as he pushed his way into me. And the man knew how to fuck. Hard. Deep. His own rhythm, his own needs, mine were secondary or tertiary.....if they ever came into the equation.
He had alluded to that he can fuck a long time and we switched positions often. Next was on my back while atop a desk. My entry was the right height for him standing next to the furniture. He looked down on me as he make his shaft disappear, then reappear, then disappear again. All the while he'd volley insults at me, in the names of "faggot", "pig", "whore" and the likes - sometimes strung together in a barrage of filth. It made me hard.
It's not like anything he was saying was untrue - right?
Eventually we were down on the ground, him on his back, me riding him. Always dangerous for me, as I have no control over my orgasm that way. ...and I didn't want to cum, at least not yet and at least not first.
More insults as he pulled out and instructed me to lick him clean. When I complied, that's when he really called me a "dirty fucking pig".
As he stood over me, I thought he'd spit on me, but he was just making spit for his cock, lubing it - readying it....again. But while he stood, his shoed foot more than bumped my crotch. I didn't flinch. He did it again - harder. I remained stoic. Then again and again.
"You like to be beat up?" he asked. I didn't say 'no', but I didn't say 'yes'. He continued Oddly enough it did not hurt. He could have done more damage if he had liked.
I was on my back and he bent my legs over my head, just to play with my ass. I was bent over far enough, I was wondering if I could mouth my own cock, but it wasn't quite close enough. He never noticed this.
Soon enough I was on all fours with him behind me - fucking the hell out of me fast and hard. No mercy. But soon that gave way to him sitting on a chair and me straddling him, facing him, riding him.
That turned out to be it for him. I rode and he met my downstrokes with up ones. Soon enough, his hands were on my waist pulling me down - all the way down. Then I felt him throb.
For all his verbal nastiness, he waited till he was done unloading in me before telling what a fucking whore I was. He did that while putting on his pants.
He said he'll want another go-round. He'll most likely get it.
OINK.
Friday, February 08, 2013
Gift
There are a few bloggers out there that I've corresponded with over the years. Ones that I would say are of our ilk. iBlastInside. Dan, from Matt & Dan. Spermpig. ..and of course. Mr. Steed.
Two I've met in person. One I've had sex with. ...and then there is Mr. Steed.
He and I had plans to meet I'd say back in 2010, but my work schedule got the better of me and my planned trip to his neck of the woods was cancelled and then he was no longer in that neck of the woods. Still, I'm a big fan of his blog, his adventures and his writing. But I'm a bigger fan of his mind-set.
He's a dirty man.
I'm not speaking out of school. He knows it. He knows I know it.
Now and again, I will message him after I have had a memorable encounter. He'll get a few days (or weeks) preview of what I will end up blogging about. Sometimes he responds.....sometimes not. Like any other man - virtual or real - sometimes I'm not worthy of a response or acknowledgement.
It's safe to say, he might know some things about me that my readership does not. In the course of private conversations, questions are asked and answered.
We happened to be messaging when I was looking to get fucked the other day. He wanted me to make it happen - to take a load for his birthday present. I'm all for that, but let's face it, I wasn't be altruistic in this regard. I was getting the load, not him. I was wanting the load - as much, if not more than he wanted me to have it.
For some readers, they like living vicariously through my exploits. Steed is not one of these. He has enough of his own to worry about whether I'm getting laid or not. But I like him and we're simpatico so why the fuck not let him know I'm doing it for him? ....and for me.
He certainly likes reading about my sexploits. He's one who truly gets it too. ...not that you guys don't.
So anyway, when it was suggested to me, by Mr. Steed, that I find a guy to get bred by, for his birthday, it was a challenge I couldn't really pass up. I mean, I guess I just needed a reason, right?
Immediately, I found one, but you know how that goes - he disappeared into the internet never to be seen or heard from again. All that energy with promises of this and that - it's almost hoping he got hit by a car or something or was trapped under a fallen tree, wanting to get to me, but unable to reach his phone.
Guy #2 did come through. 52, 5'10", 190. He wasn't a looker, but had the cock: 7.5" and thick from base to head. And really, it's all about the dick sometimes.
He wanted to kiss, I didn't. He wanted to suck me, I didn't want that either.
I did go down on him, I got his thick meat in my mouth and took him to the base. He liked that. Who wouldn't?
We both knew, with his thickness, that spit alone would not work. I had some Abolene, which is great lube. I massaged it onto and into his cock. It was slick, I was ready. He was ready.
This was not to be a quick fuck - but how could one know that from the get-go? First I was bent over a desk and he eased his way up into my ass nice and uncovered. Fuck I felt full.
What he lacked in looks, he made up for in skill. It was a good deep, hard fucking. And that was only phase one.
He pulled out, and got me to the ground, doggie style. He put it to me good that way too - a very hard fuck. He kept telling me his bare cock was up me, pounding me. The feeling was great.
The guy did slip out and roll on his back. I took my place on top and sat on his shaft. I sunk all the way down, enough that he asked if I could feel his pubes on my ass. I could.
That position did not last as long as I would have liked. He wanted me flat on my belly and that's what I did. From behind, he entered me and really hammered his cock home. A good 5-7 minutes of gut punching dick and he stiffened - emptying his nuts into my ass.
In a matter of minutes, he was gone. But yet he remained.
I sent Steed a message. He got his Gift and I got mine.
Two I've met in person. One I've had sex with. ...and then there is Mr. Steed.
He and I had plans to meet I'd say back in 2010, but my work schedule got the better of me and my planned trip to his neck of the woods was cancelled and then he was no longer in that neck of the woods. Still, I'm a big fan of his blog, his adventures and his writing. But I'm a bigger fan of his mind-set.
He's a dirty man.
I'm not speaking out of school. He knows it. He knows I know it.
Now and again, I will message him after I have had a memorable encounter. He'll get a few days (or weeks) preview of what I will end up blogging about. Sometimes he responds.....sometimes not. Like any other man - virtual or real - sometimes I'm not worthy of a response or acknowledgement.
It's safe to say, he might know some things about me that my readership does not. In the course of private conversations, questions are asked and answered.
We happened to be messaging when I was looking to get fucked the other day. He wanted me to make it happen - to take a load for his birthday present. I'm all for that, but let's face it, I wasn't be altruistic in this regard. I was getting the load, not him. I was wanting the load - as much, if not more than he wanted me to have it.
For some readers, they like living vicariously through my exploits. Steed is not one of these. He has enough of his own to worry about whether I'm getting laid or not. But I like him and we're simpatico so why the fuck not let him know I'm doing it for him? ....and for me.
He certainly likes reading about my sexploits. He's one who truly gets it too. ...not that you guys don't.
So anyway, when it was suggested to me, by Mr. Steed, that I find a guy to get bred by, for his birthday, it was a challenge I couldn't really pass up. I mean, I guess I just needed a reason, right?
Immediately, I found one, but you know how that goes - he disappeared into the internet never to be seen or heard from again. All that energy with promises of this and that - it's almost hoping he got hit by a car or something or was trapped under a fallen tree, wanting to get to me, but unable to reach his phone.
Guy #2 did come through. 52, 5'10", 190. He wasn't a looker, but had the cock: 7.5" and thick from base to head. And really, it's all about the dick sometimes.
He wanted to kiss, I didn't. He wanted to suck me, I didn't want that either.
I did go down on him, I got his thick meat in my mouth and took him to the base. He liked that. Who wouldn't?
We both knew, with his thickness, that spit alone would not work. I had some Abolene, which is great lube. I massaged it onto and into his cock. It was slick, I was ready. He was ready.
This was not to be a quick fuck - but how could one know that from the get-go? First I was bent over a desk and he eased his way up into my ass nice and uncovered. Fuck I felt full.
What he lacked in looks, he made up for in skill. It was a good deep, hard fucking. And that was only phase one.
He pulled out, and got me to the ground, doggie style. He put it to me good that way too - a very hard fuck. He kept telling me his bare cock was up me, pounding me. The feeling was great.
The guy did slip out and roll on his back. I took my place on top and sat on his shaft. I sunk all the way down, enough that he asked if I could feel his pubes on my ass. I could.
That position did not last as long as I would have liked. He wanted me flat on my belly and that's what I did. From behind, he entered me and really hammered his cock home. A good 5-7 minutes of gut punching dick and he stiffened - emptying his nuts into my ass.
In a matter of minutes, he was gone. But yet he remained.
I sent Steed a message. He got his Gift and I got mine.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Black Babies
I told him 30 was too young for me, but in reality, his weight was not in proportion to his height. I wasn't going to make him feel bad about that. Though 30 is usually my threshold for age. I like them older than that still. Always have.
He insinuated it was his skin color that made me initially reject him. That was not the issue.
The guy was persistent - as he contacted me through A4A. He wasn't my "type" but he had an impressive rod, which is kind of my type. ..and like I said, he was persistent, coming back to me even after I rejected him.
His email that day was that it's like he had taken Viagra because his cock would not go down at all. I started formulating a way to get him to fuck me that would be appealing to me as well. I thought I had it, but you know how that goes.
I told him I would leave the door open and I would have my ass up. The idea was for him to just fuck it and I wouldn't necessarily have to make eye contact at all. Head down. Ass up. Black cock. White ass. Zip up and leave.
He was down with that idea.
I saw him pull up, I dropped my pants in anticipation. But like all plans, they are never executed to the degree we'd like.
His Viagra-like dick was limp, so much for that bravado. He needed / wanted help getting it up, which meant me turning around, seeing him and getting on my knees to blow him - all things I wasn't really wanting to do with this guy.
But a faggot must do what he must do. Down to my knees, avoiding as much eye contact as possible, I sucked his dick. It took him a lot longer to get up than his talk would lead one to believe. I'm not sure he was all that.
His cock in pictures was impressive but soft it was not. Even when I did get it hard, however he was taking the pics made it seem bigger and thicker than it was. It wasn't bad, but it was not what he was advertising - such is life.
Eventually we got him hard enough for me to go back to bending over the desk.
He was a decent fuck after we finally got to that point. He kept talking about his bare dick and fucking my ass. He kept talking about his big black cock. I egged him on about it being 'dark meat'.
Honestly, I wanted him to say the 'n' word when referring to his meat. I know I could never start that conversation, but could participate if he brought it up first. He didn't. I don't know why that can be such a hot scene, if all are into it and become comfortable with the word in a certain setting - but it was not meant to be.
The fuck lasted about 10 minutes. With one final shove he shot his seed into my ass.
He continued to move about in there, making sure his load was in me; stayed in me. Naturally, he let his cock soften enough to slide out. There was no pulling back of the hips to withdraw it.
When he was out, there was no rush for him. He stood looking at me still bent over, slapping my ass and telling, to no one in particular, that his black babies were up in my ass.
And they were.
He wants to come back....but we'll see. Should I let him?
He insinuated it was his skin color that made me initially reject him. That was not the issue.
The guy was persistent - as he contacted me through A4A. He wasn't my "type" but he had an impressive rod, which is kind of my type. ..and like I said, he was persistent, coming back to me even after I rejected him.
His email that day was that it's like he had taken Viagra because his cock would not go down at all. I started formulating a way to get him to fuck me that would be appealing to me as well. I thought I had it, but you know how that goes.
I told him I would leave the door open and I would have my ass up. The idea was for him to just fuck it and I wouldn't necessarily have to make eye contact at all. Head down. Ass up. Black cock. White ass. Zip up and leave.
He was down with that idea.
I saw him pull up, I dropped my pants in anticipation. But like all plans, they are never executed to the degree we'd like.
His Viagra-like dick was limp, so much for that bravado. He needed / wanted help getting it up, which meant me turning around, seeing him and getting on my knees to blow him - all things I wasn't really wanting to do with this guy.
But a faggot must do what he must do. Down to my knees, avoiding as much eye contact as possible, I sucked his dick. It took him a lot longer to get up than his talk would lead one to believe. I'm not sure he was all that.
His cock in pictures was impressive but soft it was not. Even when I did get it hard, however he was taking the pics made it seem bigger and thicker than it was. It wasn't bad, but it was not what he was advertising - such is life.
Eventually we got him hard enough for me to go back to bending over the desk.
He was a decent fuck after we finally got to that point. He kept talking about his bare dick and fucking my ass. He kept talking about his big black cock. I egged him on about it being 'dark meat'.
Honestly, I wanted him to say the 'n' word when referring to his meat. I know I could never start that conversation, but could participate if he brought it up first. He didn't. I don't know why that can be such a hot scene, if all are into it and become comfortable with the word in a certain setting - but it was not meant to be.
The fuck lasted about 10 minutes. With one final shove he shot his seed into my ass.
He continued to move about in there, making sure his load was in me; stayed in me. Naturally, he let his cock soften enough to slide out. There was no pulling back of the hips to withdraw it.
When he was out, there was no rush for him. He stood looking at me still bent over, slapping my ass and telling, to no one in particular, that his black babies were up in my ass.
And they were.
He wants to come back....but we'll see. Should I let him?
Monday, February 04, 2013
Deviant
'Deviant' was his screen name. I knew nothing good could come of it. But engaging someone with that handle was kind of the point, no?
He had shared some of his xtube posts, and while he was probably nastier than he showed in his vids, he had a side that curbed his edge.
41, 5'9", 160, Hispanic. His cock was about 6.5" and fairly thin and cut. He had tatts on his chest and arms. His chest and arms were smooth.
During my work travels, he was nearby and we exchanged messages via certain hook-up applications, but we could never quite get the timing right. ....until my second to last trip to this area.
Because of my schedule, I had to arrive on a Sunday - which left me the entire afternoon wide open...and he happened not only to be on-line, but two miles away finishing his workout at the gym. A nice bonus for me.
He agreed to come over, but for all his previous videos and chat, he was feeling quite tame, telling me he wanted to lay back and for me to blow him until he shot on his abs and chest and then have me lick it off.
I'm not one to argue such an arrangement, but that was not what I was thinking we'd be doing. I'm also one that would or could try to manipulate the situation as well. So, I went down and licked his dick and I sucked him like an expert would do.
I went to his nuts and lovingly tongued them, licked the, sucked them and put them in my mouth. But I always find the best way to get their attention is to go under their nuts, work their taint and slide my tongue to their hole, even if - or especially if - they are a top. It always revs their engine.
In between, I complimented his cock and how good it would feel in me....up my ass. He didn't disagree.
Maybe I was playing him. Maybe he was playing me - getting me to ask for it. The end result was, I was going to get fucked.
With me on my back, Deviant (I never got a first "real" name), slide his cock into my hairy hole.
Nice latin uncovered cock.
Whatever reservations he might have had about fucking me were clearly gone. I don't think he really had them, but I can play the game.
The man had in me in every position. We started out with me on my back, but at some point he was propped up on pillows and I rode that Hispanic meat for all it was worth. The longer we went on, the nastier his verbal skills became.
For the final act, I was on my belly, on the bed, with Deviant behind me, really putting it to me. If there were guests on either side of me, or walking down the hall, there was little charade as to what was going on in my room on the third floor.
He kept asking me what he was doing. "Fucking my ass, Sir!"
Then he kept asking what I wanted. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me".
TELL me what you want, he'd demand. "I want your fucking load up my hole". He'd ask specifically what I wanted, and I told him - making assumptions: "I want your dirty seed up my ass".
That is when he buried in me and screamed, "you better say 'thank you!'".
He groaned. He moaned. He said inaudible things. All the while he was pumping his sperm up my hole.
Over and over, just barely loud enough to hear - I thanked him.
He had shared some of his xtube posts, and while he was probably nastier than he showed in his vids, he had a side that curbed his edge.
41, 5'9", 160, Hispanic. His cock was about 6.5" and fairly thin and cut. He had tatts on his chest and arms. His chest and arms were smooth.
During my work travels, he was nearby and we exchanged messages via certain hook-up applications, but we could never quite get the timing right. ....until my second to last trip to this area.
Because of my schedule, I had to arrive on a Sunday - which left me the entire afternoon wide open...and he happened not only to be on-line, but two miles away finishing his workout at the gym. A nice bonus for me.
He agreed to come over, but for all his previous videos and chat, he was feeling quite tame, telling me he wanted to lay back and for me to blow him until he shot on his abs and chest and then have me lick it off.
I'm not one to argue such an arrangement, but that was not what I was thinking we'd be doing. I'm also one that would or could try to manipulate the situation as well. So, I went down and licked his dick and I sucked him like an expert would do.
I went to his nuts and lovingly tongued them, licked the, sucked them and put them in my mouth. But I always find the best way to get their attention is to go under their nuts, work their taint and slide my tongue to their hole, even if - or especially if - they are a top. It always revs their engine.
In between, I complimented his cock and how good it would feel in me....up my ass. He didn't disagree.
Maybe I was playing him. Maybe he was playing me - getting me to ask for it. The end result was, I was going to get fucked.
With me on my back, Deviant (I never got a first "real" name), slide his cock into my hairy hole.
Nice latin uncovered cock.
Whatever reservations he might have had about fucking me were clearly gone. I don't think he really had them, but I can play the game.
The man had in me in every position. We started out with me on my back, but at some point he was propped up on pillows and I rode that Hispanic meat for all it was worth. The longer we went on, the nastier his verbal skills became.
For the final act, I was on my belly, on the bed, with Deviant behind me, really putting it to me. If there were guests on either side of me, or walking down the hall, there was little charade as to what was going on in my room on the third floor.
He kept asking me what he was doing. "Fucking my ass, Sir!"
Then he kept asking what I wanted. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me".
TELL me what you want, he'd demand. "I want your fucking load up my hole". He'd ask specifically what I wanted, and I told him - making assumptions: "I want your dirty seed up my ass".
That is when he buried in me and screamed, "you better say 'thank you!'".
He groaned. He moaned. He said inaudible things. All the while he was pumping his sperm up my hole.
Over and over, just barely loud enough to hear - I thanked him.
Friday, January 11, 2013
I Remember
It was 25 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. So does he.
He was maybe 6'7" or 6'8". You tend to remember someone that tall.
I'd see him around - but I didn't know him. I don't know how he ever got my number, but he did. He'd use that number late at night.
"Matt" found me, not that long ago, on-line and he's been playing back those late night visits with vivid detail - the kind only I thought I remembered.
After the bars would close and I'd get home, there'd be a call. Was I free? Was I alone? The door was left unlocked. Drunk I'd already be in or on the bed by the time he arrived, as he only lived a few blocks away - or so he said. I never saw his place.
These were always summertime fucks. I don't recall visits in the cold months. I remember the summer ones, because it was so fucking hot out and I lived in an old brick apartment building that held in the head and had no air conditioning.
I remember because when his body was on top of me, we were both so slick, you could move with just fluid motions at one point or be stuck together where one would have to forcibly pry the other apart due to being adhered together.
And while I'm a tallish guy, as we all know, what a difference 4-5" makes! : ) Matt had the leverage to do some damage - and while he didn't, he certainly knew what he was doing. The man knew how to fuck. And as you can see, he had the equipment.
Mind you, two decades ago we didn't really have the technology to capture these images, but he was kind enough to send to me the other day after he touched base - and reliving old times. They were good times.
Unless you were my downstairs neighbor. Keep in mind, bars close at 2:30a, Matt wouldn't show up until after 3:00a and well, the fucking went on for quite a while. Add to that, wooden floors and a VERY creaky bed frame - and we were very into it.
Years later, after I moved out, I'd find he'd run into my downstairs neighbor who would comment on our escapades and congratulated him on his well.....skill. How she assumed he was the skilled one and not the receiver is anyone's guess. Maybe she heard me yell, "fuck me!".
Yeah, I remember. I'll never forget that. Clearly, neither will he.
He was maybe 6'7" or 6'8". You tend to remember someone that tall.
I'd see him around - but I didn't know him. I don't know how he ever got my number, but he did. He'd use that number late at night.
"Matt" found me, not that long ago, on-line and he's been playing back those late night visits with vivid detail - the kind only I thought I remembered.
After the bars would close and I'd get home, there'd be a call. Was I free? Was I alone? The door was left unlocked. Drunk I'd already be in or on the bed by the time he arrived, as he only lived a few blocks away - or so he said. I never saw his place.
These were always summertime fucks. I don't recall visits in the cold months. I remember the summer ones, because it was so fucking hot out and I lived in an old brick apartment building that held in the head and had no air conditioning.
I remember because when his body was on top of me, we were both so slick, you could move with just fluid motions at one point or be stuck together where one would have to forcibly pry the other apart due to being adhered together.
And while I'm a tallish guy, as we all know, what a difference 4-5" makes! : ) Matt had the leverage to do some damage - and while he didn't, he certainly knew what he was doing. The man knew how to fuck. And as you can see, he had the equipment.
Mind you, two decades ago we didn't really have the technology to capture these images, but he was kind enough to send to me the other day after he touched base - and reliving old times. They were good times.
Unless you were my downstairs neighbor. Keep in mind, bars close at 2:30a, Matt wouldn't show up until after 3:00a and well, the fucking went on for quite a while. Add to that, wooden floors and a VERY creaky bed frame - and we were very into it.
Years later, after I moved out, I'd find he'd run into my downstairs neighbor who would comment on our escapades and congratulated him on his well.....skill. How she assumed he was the skilled one and not the receiver is anyone's guess. Maybe she heard me yell, "fuck me!".
Yeah, I remember. I'll never forget that. Clearly, neither will he.
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Fucked On a Work Call
I got the first load of 2013 from the same guy who provided the last load of 2012.
He wanted to fuck, and well, I wanted to be fucked. Simple as that.
The only problem was that I had back to back work meetings, even though they'd be telephonic and taken from the home office. I still had to participate, so I originally told him I could not meet.
He is nothing if not persistent. He asked if he kept it quiet and said nothing, could he fuck me while I was on the phone. I hesitated for a bit then finally relented. Sure it was risky, but when sex drives run high, one does things they might not ought to do.
I left my office door unlocked and was on the phone when he arrived. He was dressed causally - sweater, tie, dress shirt, dressed up trousers, but not suit pants.
I thought he'd be hard, with the scene we'd set up, but he wasn't. I stroked the dick he let out of his fly. And make no mistake, that is as close as he came to undressing. I couldn't mute my phone, but went down to my knees and silently as possible sucked his cock. He was quiet as a mouse.
He went hard. 7" of dick with a slight upward curve.
I stood up, my pants went down, I bent over. Simple.
He was behind me. The phone was still active when he entered me. I kept it quiet, so did he.
It did get to the point where I wasn't needed for some part of the call and put it on mute. We got a little noisier, but not by a lot.
He does a good job fucking, and I think I do a good job getting fucked - though at one point he just stopped moving and I ended up fucking myself on his cock. He liked that. Hell, I liked it too - but there is something about having an active top, but I'm good with mixing it up.
I was able to stay on mute for a while - at least until he hit the point of no return and dumped a nut up my ass. I squeezed that shaft for good measure, milking every drop out of it.
As soon as he withdrew, I was needed on my call....he went to straighten up a bit. The call ended and he let himself out.
I kept him inside.
He wanted to fuck, and well, I wanted to be fucked. Simple as that.
The only problem was that I had back to back work meetings, even though they'd be telephonic and taken from the home office. I still had to participate, so I originally told him I could not meet.
He is nothing if not persistent. He asked if he kept it quiet and said nothing, could he fuck me while I was on the phone. I hesitated for a bit then finally relented. Sure it was risky, but when sex drives run high, one does things they might not ought to do.
I left my office door unlocked and was on the phone when he arrived. He was dressed causally - sweater, tie, dress shirt, dressed up trousers, but not suit pants.
I thought he'd be hard, with the scene we'd set up, but he wasn't. I stroked the dick he let out of his fly. And make no mistake, that is as close as he came to undressing. I couldn't mute my phone, but went down to my knees and silently as possible sucked his cock. He was quiet as a mouse.
He went hard. 7" of dick with a slight upward curve.
I stood up, my pants went down, I bent over. Simple.
He was behind me. The phone was still active when he entered me. I kept it quiet, so did he.
It did get to the point where I wasn't needed for some part of the call and put it on mute. We got a little noisier, but not by a lot.
He does a good job fucking, and I think I do a good job getting fucked - though at one point he just stopped moving and I ended up fucking myself on his cock. He liked that. Hell, I liked it too - but there is something about having an active top, but I'm good with mixing it up.
I was able to stay on mute for a while - at least until he hit the point of no return and dumped a nut up my ass. I squeezed that shaft for good measure, milking every drop out of it.
As soon as he withdrew, I was needed on my call....he went to straighten up a bit. The call ended and he let himself out.
I kept him inside.
Sunday, January 06, 2013
the Return
His hair had grown out. It was easier to tell when I put my hands in it than by looking at it. He mentioned it as I felt it - I acknowledged that I liked it. It felt right. It felt good.
I liked it when I held his head when we kissed. It had been months since we had - and I had missed it in my own way.
Due to my schedule, we had little time to play, but we found a window of time and we used it.
It all happened so fast, so quickly - we had time to kiss, time to make out (which you know I do with few people, save him), there was no foreplay or very little.
Ok, yes, I sucked a bit and yes, I ate his ass very little (and him mine), but really it was not an extended session and as much as I like to do all those things, that was not the focus for either of us.
On the bed it was quick - too quick. We had time lines, unfortunately. Except for pants and shoes, nothing else came off....of either of us. It was down, but not dirty.
I was on my back, he above me. His cock slipped into me like it was meant to be there. I love the way he fucks me. 7" of dick, curved slightly and the guy knows how to use it. And he knows it.
I would not call it a quick pump and dump, but again - time lines. In and out - in and out. You all know the mechanics. There is something to be said for kissing while fucking. There is something to be said about kissing more deeply the closer one gets to coming.
Of course, there is something to be said about coming. ...and he did....right up my ass.
Flexing of the dick, knowing his load was shooting in me. Knowing that is where we both wanted it to be. It felt right. It felt good.
I'm hoping we don't wait months to do it again. I'm thinking he's thinking the same thing.
I liked it when I held his head when we kissed. It had been months since we had - and I had missed it in my own way.
Due to my schedule, we had little time to play, but we found a window of time and we used it.
It all happened so fast, so quickly - we had time to kiss, time to make out (which you know I do with few people, save him), there was no foreplay or very little.
Ok, yes, I sucked a bit and yes, I ate his ass very little (and him mine), but really it was not an extended session and as much as I like to do all those things, that was not the focus for either of us.
On the bed it was quick - too quick. We had time lines, unfortunately. Except for pants and shoes, nothing else came off....of either of us. It was down, but not dirty.
I was on my back, he above me. His cock slipped into me like it was meant to be there. I love the way he fucks me. 7" of dick, curved slightly and the guy knows how to use it. And he knows it.
I would not call it a quick pump and dump, but again - time lines. In and out - in and out. You all know the mechanics. There is something to be said for kissing while fucking. There is something to be said about kissing more deeply the closer one gets to coming.
Of course, there is something to be said about coming. ...and he did....right up my ass.
Flexing of the dick, knowing his load was shooting in me. Knowing that is where we both wanted it to be. It felt right. It felt good.
I'm hoping we don't wait months to do it again. I'm thinking he's thinking the same thing.
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Big Bald Buff
He was a Manhunt find.
Like all sites, Manhunt seems to be hit and miss. But out in California, it was a hit. Twice. Mind you, with the same guy two different times, but what the fuck - it worked.
He (I got no name) was 6'3", shaved head, a beautiful toso that as partially shaved into somewhat of a diamond shaped pattern.
He claims his cock was 8" x 5.5", but it seems larger...and thicker. But numbers and tape measures do not lie.
He also seemed at least an inch taller.
First time, he arrived late. Late enough that I was on the phone, on a work call, because I didn't think he was going to show. He entered quietly. He stepped behind me and rubbed my chest and nipples. I was a bowl of jelly while talking with whomever I was talking with. He knew it. He was revving my engines.
The man was wickedly masculine and handsome - I would tell him later, totally porn-worthy. What he was doing hooking up with the likes of me is completely unknown. I wasn't really going to argue the fact.
He was affectionate in nuzzling his unshaven face near mine and by my neck. Lips would never touch - either visit.
I slowly stripped off his suit, cufflinks, tie, etc. He was dressed up for work, but in middle of the morning, here he was, in my hotel room.
I stopped him as he went for his belt. Exposing him that way would be my "task". I love doing that and it's hot for a man like that to just stand there and be worshipped in certain ritualistic ways. Plus, before those pants come off, I love seeing a shaft just sticking out of an open fly. Most tops don't see the beauty in this, but I didn't want to be denied. I wasn't.
It was a fucking beautiful thing.
While ultimately successful, I did have to work to get that rod down my throat. I went to the short hairs and he fucking liked it. I fucking loved it. While we never truly talked about how he wanted to be drained, what good session doesn't usually start with some head?
I so wanted to eat his ass too, but he said he would think about it. It turns out he's not a fan of having it eaten, which I don't get. I TOTALLY get guys hesitant about eating another ass. But somewhere along the line, I got the green light and he was fucking moaning. The hole was tight, so he's not the kind to have it played with often, if at all. Maybe he thought if one barrier went down, the others would. I had no intention of using anything but my flesh colored tongue for insertion.
The guy loved my nuts. Granted, they are large and he assumed it was because I had a huge load in them. I did, but they are always that large anyways. I told him I don't come that much.
We did move over to the bed. He leaned back while I sucked him. He played with my nuts. His fingers found my hole.
The man was skilled. Not with this fingers but with that massive rod. He claimed not to want to fuck, but would rub the head over my hole, leaving me wanting....needing.
He teased and teased and then the head was in. Then 2".....then 4. Just my spit as lube, no poppers.......and soon he was hitting bottom. And it was fucking glorious. He stood between the bed and the wall and I placed my feet against the wall.
It seemed to be good for him too. He could feel me clamp down on every withdrawal. He felt me relax for every push. His eyes would roll in his head for the former, as if he were trying to keep control of his orgasm. I have seen it enough times with enough men to know the symptoms.
He kept claiming he wanted to unload in my mouth, but didn't stop the pumping of my ass. I don't know if it was a ruse to keep up me so he could finish or if he thought he had time.
I could read the signs in his face - there was no holding off. I squeezed my ass muscle and that's all she wrote. The eyes rolled back once more and he got his nut.
Once he came off his orgasm high, he insisted I jack off. Normally I do this for no man, but he was fucking hotter than shit.
He tugged my nuts and I stroked my dick. I got off - big time. I had a 10 day load, easily. I hit everywhere and everything with my jizz. He was in awe.
He said, "I thought you said you don't come very much". I misspoke, I told him. I meant, I don't come very often.
A week later, I was back in his town and he was back in my room, though at night.
There was very little foreplay this time. It was fucking.
Again, just spit, no poppers.....his dick, my ass. Hand and glove came to mind, but he wore no glove. It felt as good the second time as the first. It had not been a fluke.
Both of our methods made the other feel good, until he slipped out of me.....on purpose.
With no words, he lay back on the bed and waited. I took the hint.
Straddling him, I held his dick stead and slid it into me. Slow and deliberate, I sank onto it, again, till we were bush to ass. Then I rode.
He insisted (again), I jack off while I fucked myself on him and cum on him and in his face. It seemed like a good deal to me.
He made it to the finish line before I do - they always do, but I don't come that often.
He closed his eyes and got off, then encouraged me to shoot. I did - hitting mostly his face, but a few times in the face and once in the eye.
I will give him this, he had me stand there, while he watched me afterwards and he stroked himself off - getting a second load. Had I known, I would have been on my knees to catch it like a good boy.
I'm hoping to be back in his town sooner than later.
Like all sites, Manhunt seems to be hit and miss. But out in California, it was a hit. Twice. Mind you, with the same guy two different times, but what the fuck - it worked.
He (I got no name) was 6'3", shaved head, a beautiful toso that as partially shaved into somewhat of a diamond shaped pattern.
He claims his cock was 8" x 5.5", but it seems larger...and thicker. But numbers and tape measures do not lie.
He also seemed at least an inch taller.
First time, he arrived late. Late enough that I was on the phone, on a work call, because I didn't think he was going to show. He entered quietly. He stepped behind me and rubbed my chest and nipples. I was a bowl of jelly while talking with whomever I was talking with. He knew it. He was revving my engines.
The man was wickedly masculine and handsome - I would tell him later, totally porn-worthy. What he was doing hooking up with the likes of me is completely unknown. I wasn't really going to argue the fact.
He was affectionate in nuzzling his unshaven face near mine and by my neck. Lips would never touch - either visit.
I slowly stripped off his suit, cufflinks, tie, etc. He was dressed up for work, but in middle of the morning, here he was, in my hotel room.
I stopped him as he went for his belt. Exposing him that way would be my "task". I love doing that and it's hot for a man like that to just stand there and be worshipped in certain ritualistic ways. Plus, before those pants come off, I love seeing a shaft just sticking out of an open fly. Most tops don't see the beauty in this, but I didn't want to be denied. I wasn't.
It was a fucking beautiful thing.
While ultimately successful, I did have to work to get that rod down my throat. I went to the short hairs and he fucking liked it. I fucking loved it. While we never truly talked about how he wanted to be drained, what good session doesn't usually start with some head?
I so wanted to eat his ass too, but he said he would think about it. It turns out he's not a fan of having it eaten, which I don't get. I TOTALLY get guys hesitant about eating another ass. But somewhere along the line, I got the green light and he was fucking moaning. The hole was tight, so he's not the kind to have it played with often, if at all. Maybe he thought if one barrier went down, the others would. I had no intention of using anything but my flesh colored tongue for insertion.
The guy loved my nuts. Granted, they are large and he assumed it was because I had a huge load in them. I did, but they are always that large anyways. I told him I don't come that much.
We did move over to the bed. He leaned back while I sucked him. He played with my nuts. His fingers found my hole.
The man was skilled. Not with this fingers but with that massive rod. He claimed not to want to fuck, but would rub the head over my hole, leaving me wanting....needing.
He teased and teased and then the head was in. Then 2".....then 4. Just my spit as lube, no poppers.......and soon he was hitting bottom. And it was fucking glorious. He stood between the bed and the wall and I placed my feet against the wall.
It seemed to be good for him too. He could feel me clamp down on every withdrawal. He felt me relax for every push. His eyes would roll in his head for the former, as if he were trying to keep control of his orgasm. I have seen it enough times with enough men to know the symptoms.
He kept claiming he wanted to unload in my mouth, but didn't stop the pumping of my ass. I don't know if it was a ruse to keep up me so he could finish or if he thought he had time.
I could read the signs in his face - there was no holding off. I squeezed my ass muscle and that's all she wrote. The eyes rolled back once more and he got his nut.
Once he came off his orgasm high, he insisted I jack off. Normally I do this for no man, but he was fucking hotter than shit.
He tugged my nuts and I stroked my dick. I got off - big time. I had a 10 day load, easily. I hit everywhere and everything with my jizz. He was in awe.
He said, "I thought you said you don't come very much". I misspoke, I told him. I meant, I don't come very often.
A week later, I was back in his town and he was back in my room, though at night.
There was very little foreplay this time. It was fucking.
Again, just spit, no poppers.....his dick, my ass. Hand and glove came to mind, but he wore no glove. It felt as good the second time as the first. It had not been a fluke.
Both of our methods made the other feel good, until he slipped out of me.....on purpose.
With no words, he lay back on the bed and waited. I took the hint.
Straddling him, I held his dick stead and slid it into me. Slow and deliberate, I sank onto it, again, till we were bush to ass. Then I rode.
He insisted (again), I jack off while I fucked myself on him and cum on him and in his face. It seemed like a good deal to me.
He made it to the finish line before I do - they always do, but I don't come that often.
He closed his eyes and got off, then encouraged me to shoot. I did - hitting mostly his face, but a few times in the face and once in the eye.
I will give him this, he had me stand there, while he watched me afterwards and he stroked himself off - getting a second load. Had I known, I would have been on my knees to catch it like a good boy.
I'm hoping to be back in his town sooner than later.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The Unassuming Guy
He was average looking in his profile, but stated emphatically he was a top. That in and of itself says something. At least to me.
He was even more average in person. Not bad looking, but just kind of milquetoast. He appeared to be nice, which for most people is a good thing. For someone (me) just wanting a top, niceness can get in the way of a hot time.
I should mention that in the aforementioned 'top' activities, only me blowing him was discussed. I really wanted to feel a load on my tongue and the spunk sliding to the back of my mouth and down my throat into my belly. That was fine with me.
He'd be taking a break from work to come over then head back once finished.
Dressed all in black, he stood there, eventually just freeing his cock through his fly - which is always a hot look. I went to my knees, and took him in my mouth. I made him feel good. I made me feel good by feeling his warm shaft fill my mouth. The 7 or so thick inches lay heavy on my pink tongue. I stayed on it for a while, enjoying the feeling of another man filling my mouth.
But like so many other times, he wanted to go down on me. Sigh.
What is it with 'total tops'? Do they not know what 'total' means? Do I not know?
And yes, I've been around this game for a while, so maybe I'm confused on 'oral top'. In theory it means they like to be serviced, no? More often than not it means they like to fuck..........AND suck cock. Just commit to a position already!
He had me sit in a chair and he took me to the root. Not a bad job, but not really what I was looking for. As I was on the edge of my chair, he did go down and lick my balls. I asked him to lick my taint as that is the most sensitive. For some reason when he did it, I felt nothing. No thrill, though I faked it a bit. What? You've never done something like that?
I will give him this, he went lower and touched tongue to ass. That I liked. But it was a bad angle. I told him if he really wanted to lick it, I'd get him better exposure. He agreed.
Now, I won't say I didn't have other motives in mind. I figured if he wanted to lick ass, maybe he wanted to play with my ass.
I got up from the chair and bent over a desk. I waited for the tongue that was never to come.
All of the sudden his knob was at my hole.
"Hey, that's not your tongue", I said. "No it isn't", he replied and pushed into me. No question. No permission. No rubber.
I braced myself and did not protest. He slid in further. Well, all the way. Bush to ass. Then without waiting, we went for a ride. Or he did, but in a way, I did too.
For the next 20 minutes, he pulled out and pushed in with vigor. There was no varying the tempo, no edging. This was an out-and-out fuck. He had good stamina. There was no slipping out and having to repurpose the cock or attempt to make it harder for reentry. No - he was working this dick. He was working my ass. And at some point, I was asking him to do so.
He was verbal, but not nearly nasty enough. His average personal, his milquetoast-ness, was his undercover gear. Once he was in, he was in charge. Sometimes it is the wallflowerish men who have the determined, nasty streak in them. The unassuming who really know what they want and somehow get it.
His verbal behavior let me know he was approaching the end of the ride. And then he exploded his nut up my fucking ass.
No question. No permission. No rubber.
He stayed in me, as did his load. He eventually slipped out. His load did not. That remained behind.
I'd say he was getting ready to pull up his black briefs and pants, but he stood there for a moment too long. I don't think he was expecting me to go to my knees and take his just extracted cock into my mouth. But I did.
He became verbal again - calling me 'buddy' and 'boy'. He told me to 'lick that cock clean'. I did. Those unassuming ones - he fell right into the right mode for someone who'd just taken someone's ass and left a deposit. He might not have expected to be cleaned off, but once he realized it, he was more than into it.
So was I.
Eventually I finished, though I could have kept his meat in my mouth for quite a while longer, but he had places to be and he didn't need to feel obligated to a guy like me.
He dressed. He left. No promise of return.
He was even more average in person. Not bad looking, but just kind of milquetoast. He appeared to be nice, which for most people is a good thing. For someone (me) just wanting a top, niceness can get in the way of a hot time.
I should mention that in the aforementioned 'top' activities, only me blowing him was discussed. I really wanted to feel a load on my tongue and the spunk sliding to the back of my mouth and down my throat into my belly. That was fine with me.
He'd be taking a break from work to come over then head back once finished.
Dressed all in black, he stood there, eventually just freeing his cock through his fly - which is always a hot look. I went to my knees, and took him in my mouth. I made him feel good. I made me feel good by feeling his warm shaft fill my mouth. The 7 or so thick inches lay heavy on my pink tongue. I stayed on it for a while, enjoying the feeling of another man filling my mouth.
But like so many other times, he wanted to go down on me. Sigh.
What is it with 'total tops'? Do they not know what 'total' means? Do I not know?
And yes, I've been around this game for a while, so maybe I'm confused on 'oral top'. In theory it means they like to be serviced, no? More often than not it means they like to fuck..........AND suck cock. Just commit to a position already!
He had me sit in a chair and he took me to the root. Not a bad job, but not really what I was looking for. As I was on the edge of my chair, he did go down and lick my balls. I asked him to lick my taint as that is the most sensitive. For some reason when he did it, I felt nothing. No thrill, though I faked it a bit. What? You've never done something like that?
I will give him this, he went lower and touched tongue to ass. That I liked. But it was a bad angle. I told him if he really wanted to lick it, I'd get him better exposure. He agreed.
Now, I won't say I didn't have other motives in mind. I figured if he wanted to lick ass, maybe he wanted to play with my ass.
I got up from the chair and bent over a desk. I waited for the tongue that was never to come.
All of the sudden his knob was at my hole.
"Hey, that's not your tongue", I said. "No it isn't", he replied and pushed into me. No question. No permission. No rubber.
I braced myself and did not protest. He slid in further. Well, all the way. Bush to ass. Then without waiting, we went for a ride. Or he did, but in a way, I did too.
For the next 20 minutes, he pulled out and pushed in with vigor. There was no varying the tempo, no edging. This was an out-and-out fuck. He had good stamina. There was no slipping out and having to repurpose the cock or attempt to make it harder for reentry. No - he was working this dick. He was working my ass. And at some point, I was asking him to do so.
He was verbal, but not nearly nasty enough. His average personal, his milquetoast-ness, was his undercover gear. Once he was in, he was in charge. Sometimes it is the wallflowerish men who have the determined, nasty streak in them. The unassuming who really know what they want and somehow get it.
His verbal behavior let me know he was approaching the end of the ride. And then he exploded his nut up my fucking ass.
No question. No permission. No rubber.
He stayed in me, as did his load. He eventually slipped out. His load did not. That remained behind.
I'd say he was getting ready to pull up his black briefs and pants, but he stood there for a moment too long. I don't think he was expecting me to go to my knees and take his just extracted cock into my mouth. But I did.
He became verbal again - calling me 'buddy' and 'boy'. He told me to 'lick that cock clean'. I did. Those unassuming ones - he fell right into the right mode for someone who'd just taken someone's ass and left a deposit. He might not have expected to be cleaned off, but once he realized it, he was more than into it.
So was I.
Eventually I finished, though I could have kept his meat in my mouth for quite a while longer, but he had places to be and he didn't need to feel obligated to a guy like me.
He dressed. He left. No promise of return.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Main Course
With Mr. Hispanic gone, we were free to play more freely.
MH ran a few fingers through my beard - right around my mouth - and said, "that's where I want to put my load".
My blog and Twitter profile pictures show me with semen in my beard. At this point, I couldn't even tell you whose jizz it was. The images were a turn-on for this guy.
But MH knew I was coming to California and has been following me on Twitter and possibly this blog for a bit of time. And while he tends to like the same things I do - albeit with darker meat - he was hoping to deposit his load around my mouth as well. Who am I to turn down this kind of offer?
He was maybe a little taller than I am, short hair and a nice dick. He "suggested" I get down on my knees, as I had a job to do. I did.
We didn't spend much time with my on my knees though. Soon it was too the bed, in various positions. Mostly me on my back, him with knees on either side of my chest feeding me cock - in and out, in and out, in and out.
He talked dirty - which is a huge turn-on. I talked dirty too. He queried: "who do you think's a bigger whore - me or you.". Being the polite guest, I said it was probably him. He thought it was probably me. He was probably correct. Neither of us cared who was the "winner" of that.. We were both ok with being whores.
Lots of eye contact, lots of cock to mouth contact.
He jacked a bit and that was ok. That he's not normally a feeder is fine that he had to jack to get himself there. I can totally relate. I was appreciative that while he can normally be a bottom or eater that he went out of his way to feed me because that is what he wanted to do!
I also knew as he got closer to shooting his load, while I wanted it in my mouth, he was fascinated by the pics I have with it in my beard. We both got partial what we wanted.
I opened my mouth as he neared, my tongue out. but at least half went in my beard, the other half on my tongue and slid down my throat.
He started to kiss me to taste his load, but I stopped him. "Scoop it up and feed me". He did just that. All of it. He kept telling me, "good boy".
"So - who's the whore now?"
It was me.
MH ran a few fingers through my beard - right around my mouth - and said, "that's where I want to put my load".
My blog and Twitter profile pictures show me with semen in my beard. At this point, I couldn't even tell you whose jizz it was. The images were a turn-on for this guy.
But MH knew I was coming to California and has been following me on Twitter and possibly this blog for a bit of time. And while he tends to like the same things I do - albeit with darker meat - he was hoping to deposit his load around my mouth as well. Who am I to turn down this kind of offer?
He was maybe a little taller than I am, short hair and a nice dick. He "suggested" I get down on my knees, as I had a job to do. I did.
We didn't spend much time with my on my knees though. Soon it was too the bed, in various positions. Mostly me on my back, him with knees on either side of my chest feeding me cock - in and out, in and out, in and out.
He talked dirty - which is a huge turn-on. I talked dirty too. He queried: "who do you think's a bigger whore - me or you.". Being the polite guest, I said it was probably him. He thought it was probably me. He was probably correct. Neither of us cared who was the "winner" of that.. We were both ok with being whores.
Lots of eye contact, lots of cock to mouth contact.
He jacked a bit and that was ok. That he's not normally a feeder is fine that he had to jack to get himself there. I can totally relate. I was appreciative that while he can normally be a bottom or eater that he went out of his way to feed me because that is what he wanted to do!
I also knew as he got closer to shooting his load, while I wanted it in my mouth, he was fascinated by the pics I have with it in my beard. We both got partial what we wanted.
I opened my mouth as he neared, my tongue out. but at least half went in my beard, the other half on my tongue and slid down my throat.
He started to kiss me to taste his load, but I stopped him. "Scoop it up and feed me". He did just that. All of it. He kept telling me, "good boy".
"So - who's the whore now?"
It was me.
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