Gnarly Dicked Dad Returns

He returned.  The gnarly dicked married man.

He said he would.  He would message me if he could, and said it would be with 2-3 others, and he'd let them all use my mouth.

Granted, that is a hot as fuck scenario, on paper, let alone in real life.  One hears about these things, but I'm not quite sure how that conversation goes between a married "straight" dad and other men, some straight, some not.

I want to hear the intro, see the expressions - is it lust, disbelief, amazement?  I want to hear the trash talk about such a person (me) and hope to fuck that there is some.  Is that so wrong?

As it turns out, the person he brought with him - yes only one this time - was someone I have already sucked off before.  I suppose, given my track record and the finite number of men in town, this shouldn't come a a huge surprise - and it really didn't.  To me or to the feeder.  I wasn't sure (until later) if the Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) knew at this point.

Both showed up at the exact time, making me think they met somewhere and followed one another.

GDD went to use the rest room.  Immediately, I started to remove the belt and unbuckle the other married man's pants.  By the time GDD returned, I was on my knees, mouthing the mound of black briefs in front of me.  GDD looked on - supervising.

"Pull his briefs down....all the way down..."  I did. with my teeth.

"Suck him.  Take him all."  I did.  Without teeth.

I did a good job sucking my repeat married man.  But I was pulled off, as I was expected to be at some point.

When GDD walked back into the room, he never refastened his pants, so his big, fat 8"er was out.  "Just the head", I was instructed.  It's all I put in my mouth.  I did nothing else. It seemed he liked to direct, so I didn't take liberties on what I wanted to do with my lips and tongue - let alone mouth and throat.

"That looks good", said the other guy.   "Yeah, he's a fucking dirty cocksucker", came the reply.   "Suck it".

Then there was the hip shove and I was orally impaled on his cock.  There was chatter back and forth between the two, but nothing I remember of significance.

The married guy sat in a chair and I was told to go back to sucking his dick.  I did.  I went at it with gusto, as this didn't appear to be, nor told to be, an edging session.  After a few minutes, married guy pushed me off as he got too close too soon.

I can dig that.

I went back to GDD. I worked that big shaft and big head. He had me go to his balls - which are a really nice size. Apparently he likes it nice and light - surprisingly for a such a big butch man, but I respected his wishes and backed off a bit.

He fucked my face. I took it.

"Oh that's good.  That looks good".    "Yeah, this cocksucker knows what he's doing"....was the back and forth.  I know I've said it before, but I love when guys talk about me like I'm not even there.  I feel like such a thing and not a person.  This works though.

I got pushed off GDD and pushed back onto the married guy.  I went to work.

This time there was no stopping me....or him.   In a matter of minutes he began giving the verbals that he was close. No one told me to stop, so I kept on going.

The release was slow but consistent.  At first I wasn't even sure he was going to cum, as the flow didn't match his moans.  But it came....and came....and came.  The slow flood that filled my mouth.

"SWALLOW his load".

I get that some guys might not, so I get the directive.  But while I like to be fucking told this, I don't need to be.  I'm going to to swallow the seed.   And I did.

For good measure - and I always do this too - I stayed on the cock and cleaned it off.  I cleaned it longer and more than I should, but that was mostly for show, to both of them.

Married guy sat back, catching his breath, and I made a show of swallowing too.

GDD sat in the other chair and pointed to his cock. Down I went.   Married dude sat and watched, commenting on how big GDD's cock was and how far down on it I was.  I made a show of that too. Hey, a guy's gotta sell himself.

GDD leaned back in the chair, his head went back too and his eye closed.  Lord knows who or what he was thinking of, but most likely it wasn't me.

I was told to 'make it wetter' and I did with natural mouth lubrication. It got to the point that there was spit on his shaft, in his pubes and on my beard.  It might sound unappealing to some, but it was a wet hot blowjob.

There was some talk about my skills during between the two but I paid little mind, though his one comment to the married guy was, "it feels just like my wife's pussy".

That made me bone hard.  I took it as a compliment, knowing that big cock had been in his wife and produced enough kids to fill that Ford Flex he drove up.

"Tighten up your fucking mouth".  I did. I tried.  But after 30 minutes of sucking or so and on two nice dicks, the elasticity in the lips has given out some.  I sucked more and more.  I got my face fucked more and more by a man sitting in a chair pushing my head onto his penis.

I could hear the guy behind start to dress while still remaining seated.  But he watched and ooh'd and ahhh'd .

The GDD stood up and pushed me over.  "Get on your fucking back".

I did.

He decided to finish off the last 20 seconds with his hand - maybe to control his orgasm better, or maybe because I wasn't doing a good enough job.  Fuck, I hope it was the former.

"Please come in my mouth".   I really didn't want it to go over my chest or the carpet.

He was a good 18-24" away from me and with pretty good aim, squirted 3-4 strong shots directly into my awaiting mouth.  The next 2-4 went on my lips and in my beard.

"OHHHHH my god" said the married dude.   "That is awesome".

More cum came from the dick.  But married dude stayed until that and excused himself and fled.

GDD looked down on me with disdain.  I like that.

As he exited the room to straighten up, I grabbed my phone and took a few pics.

If that much went on the face, more went in my mouth.

Well ALL of it eventually went in my mouth.  GDD came back to see me licking it clean, "I assumed you would" was his comment to me as he watched.

"So, you've sucked that guy before.  With as many as you do - do you even remember him?".  I remember almost all my feeders, but why tell him that.  It was a statement to humiliate me and I let him have it.

He left me there telling me he'd be back again, this time with 2-3 guys, if I behaved.

The married guy contacted me later almost apologizing for GDD - thinking he was rude and arrogant to me.  I didn't know how to tell married guy that I got off on that - assuming it might freak him out a little, since he was not pleased with GDD's behavior.

So until next time......and I am hoping there is a next time.   ....and 2-3 additional guys.

Gag Me

I like to think of myself as an accomplished cocksucker.

It's fair to say I've had a really really large sampling size when it comes to shaft-in-mouth scenarios. And while I'd never go on record to boast that I'm super great cocksucker (that's for the feeder to always decide), I have a skill set that seems to do the job for most guys.

Over the years....or decades....one of those skills is how to take a cock in my mouth, and into my throat, without gagging.

The guy was on-line before breakfast and about a half mile away. Walkable, considering I wasn't at home and had no car.  He was in a resort with friends across the hall - I'd have to be quiet coming down the hall and into his room.  The door would be ajar.

5'9", 160, 7" curved upward slightly.  The curved part would be important.  All he wanted was to be sucked. Good thing - all I wanted was to suck.

I found the place and got to his door - it was opened maybe 2".  I pushed through and there he stood - naked, like his picture.

There was no foreplay, no word exchange.  I was down on my knees and putting his cock in my mouth.

I knew there'd be little to no noise, since his friends could be coming by to snag him for breakfast at any time, though we never left the common area - leaving us closest to the hallway door and more potential to be heard.  Not that I cared, I didn't have to live with these folks after the fact.

While it was never discussed, it turns out he is a forceful feeder.  Not that I mind.

Usually, even guys who say they're forceful let the sucker take over and do his job.  Not this guy.

Hands went to my head and it seemed his one goal was to get me to gag.  Again, not that it was said, but a few minutes into the blowjob, it became clear, and something he confirmed after we were all done.  He wanted to gag.

With the curve, how he shoved that shaft into my mouth, then into my throat made it easier to do than I had anticipated.

I gagged.   I hate gagging.

I totally get that feeders like to feel powerful and that they have great dicks and / or loads to make a cocksucker choke on their prick.  But to me, I feel like a cocksucking failure if I don't take in every inch with relative ease.

I know - it's illogical, but it is the way I feel.

However, this guy was getting off on it. Clearly.  The more I gagged, the harder he held my head, the harder he fucked my face, the more powerful the thrust into my throat.  And the harder his cock became.

We moved from me being on my knees to him laying back on the couch and me kneeling beside it taking his dick back into my gullet, literally going down on him.

As it turns out, while it seemed at first easier for me to swallow flesh, it also became easier for him to choke me with that rod.  He wins. But something told me he picked that position on purpose.  As much as I might have sucked dick all my life, he's probably gotten his serviced.

For another 7-8 minutes I stayed down there, taking his dick to the root.  Taking his shaft in my throat. Feeling those ever present hands on my head, guiding me, but more like TELLING me how I was going to please him, how I was going to get him off.

Not getting his release wasn't an option - for either of us.

Soon enough, his entire body just stiffened.  He throbbed.

Most of his seed went right down my throat; most of it never tasted.

I did get a few of the remaining drops as I pulled back and they dripped onto the roof of my mouth and down onto my tongue, before joining their brothers in my belly.

The cum was bitter.  I didn't care.  I got what I wanted.  He got what he needed - release and the ability to remain in control.

I snuck down the back steps and he deleted his Scruff profile before I made it back to where I was staying.

Dirty Daddy

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The Three Feeders

Once upon a time, there was a cocksucker named BikeGuy.....

and he wandered into the mystical curious land of craigslist personal ads and got lost in the Woods of Possibility - so he placed one himself.  It was written so not to confuse even the dimmest of men.  No Strings.  No Reciprocation. Completion.

While many a mere mortal responded, few were able to actually commit to any type of arrangement.

This is a story as old as the hills.  One of rare, medium and well done.  Or bad, better, best.  You get the idea.  They are in order, though it possibly breaks the climatic nature of the story.

One

5'10", 200lbs, but he says, ruggedly handsome and in shape  7.5" with a mushroom head.  I went for it.

Silly me.  He came as advertised.  Has a girlfriend who gives him awesome head and always swallows, which made me wonder why he needed the likes of me.  He also claimed this to be his first time with a guy - a charge I never believe.

If you're getting great head at home, you don't come to a cocksucker's house in broad daylight for your first time. You just don't.

Honestly, I don't think my lips were all the way down his shaft before he started talking about sucking my dick.  For a "first timer" he seemed pretty sure of what he wanted and pretty lousy at reading an ad. He'd veer off the subject, but like clockwork, every 45 seconds he'd ask about my dick, wanting to suck it and wanting to feel a load shoot into his mouth.

This made it hard for me to concentrate at my task. Not only did I have to pull off any number of times to tell him it wasn't going to happen, but he could never quite get his cock hard.  This isn't a surprise.  He said it's because of first time nerves, but it's really because he's a cocksucking shit.

He jacked off a bit, never getting it hard, but getting it off.  It was a very unremarkable load in every fucking way.  I couldn't wait to show him the door.

He was the porridge that was too cold. He was the bed that was too soft.


Two

The best of the bunch by far.

46, 5'11", 185, good looking, bi, 7" uncut, shaved head and nuts.

When he emailed asking my name, I told him, but also added - "but you can call me 'cocksucker'".  I thought that could backfire on me as too aggressive, to demeaning and not his scene.  Three minutes later I got an email:  "I'll see you in 10".

He walked in, filling out the pouch in his designer jeans. I rubbed the front of them and he went for the belt.  I pushed his hand away, saying, I would take care of that.

I wasn't taking time to feel him up per se, but I undid the belt and buttons and zipper.  He had a nice lump in his briefs.  Skimpy briefs - something I haven't really seen on a guy in a while.   I pulled those down to his thighs too, and then got on my knees.

There was no hesitation in his action:  his hands, both of them, went right to my head.  It was there he held me steady and immediately started to move his hips.  I was blowing him, but he was, for the moment, controlling the situation.  It was heaven.

He'd push his hips forward, all the way in, and hold me.  He'd tell me to stay still and keep his cock deep in me.  The man didn't know me, so he couldn't be sure I wasn't one of these sucker's who just wanted to play in the mouth and get him off.

No, I wanted it exactly the way he was giving it to me.  That's the selfish side of me.  Mind you, I will take it almost anyway a feeder wants to provide it, but his way, this time, right then, was the best way.

That is not to say he didn't let me perform on my own  He stood there, than sat down, while I did the heavy lifting and he could kick back and enjoy the warm mouth on his hot cock.

And it was a hot cock.  Thick.  He never mentioned that.  Nice amount of skin, but tight, too tight to get  easily get my tongue worked between the foreskin and head.  Damn.  I should have tried when he was softer.

Unlike the last guy, he never asked to see, touch or taste my dick.

I worked on him, or he used his strong hands and well trained hips to take what he wanted.  I was happy to give it.

When kneeling in front of him, it was fucking hot to hear:  "you look good down there....where you should be."

He was in the moment the entire time.  He wasn't shy or nervous.  He never called me "cocksucker", but I think that email exchange at least told him where my head was and where he could go - and I think that helped in the encounter.

The only issue, was the size of his load. It wasn't large and didn't taste like much.  At first, I didn't know he was shooting, just a heavy precum and there was no verbal acknowledgement of the ejaculation.

But it's all good.

His porridge was too hot.  His bed was too hard.    In the Three Bears world, this is a bad thing.  In the cocksucker's works, it is just fucking fine.


Three

Definitely the most timid of the trio.  Paler than pale.

49 (looked way younger), 5'11", 155, short blond hair.  Wanted kissing, body contact, 69, massage.  I sent a message back what I was only looking for.  He acquiesced.

He showed up on time. He volunteered he was a CPA and you could totally see that.  Starched shirt - literally and figuratively.  I thought he'd be way too nervous for anything.

It turns out he is married with kids, though he didn't tell me until afterwards.  Nothing about him read straight.  He seemed a super Type A homo that was so tightly wound that his partner would be driven to the threshold on a daily basis.

So what do I know?

I know he hasn't had head quite like mine.  I'm not bragging.  Ok, maybe a little.

I have never ever had anyone's legs start to quiver before I made it to the root on my initial oral impale.

He was probably more finger-on-the-trigger kind of guy than me being orally excellent, though let's face it, I do have some skills and experience.

"Back off.....back off......"   That is a scenario we'd play maybe 5-6 times.  I could edge him and I could tell by how much his legs shook to how soon I was to get him over the edge.

His balls were nice.  His dick was nice, though one that - and I hate to say it - had a little bump somewhere on the shaft that no matter how you sucked you couldn't avoid it.  It didn't hurt him.  It didn't taste bad.  It's just a raised mole or something, but it was always noticeable to me, the sucker.

He asked when I wanted the load. I was quick to point out, "that's not up to me.  I'm here as long as you want to hold off".  I think that was the beginning of the end.  With the next go-round, there was no "back off.....".   So I went for it.

And I got it.  Or he did.  However you want to figure that.  It was by far the biggest load of the day.  Bigger than the other two combined.

Out of character, he wasn't guilty or weird afterwards.  With guys like that, I expect them to bolt or start down some weird path, but there wasn't.  He emailed me later hoping for more - but wanting those things I already told him 'no' to.

I said due to his marital status, I wouldn't be contacting him, but if he needed me, he knew how to get a hold of me.

His porridge and bed were just right.

Feeder Daddy

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The Art of the CL Ad

I'd like to say this is a sex post, but it is not.  Not really.

It's more of an post to talk about and maybe figure out, how to lure and reel in prospects when using craigslit.  I'm providing some observations, but also wouldn't turn away good advice.

Now, I know that CL is a hit and miss arena - and more miss than you'll ever hit.  Even the ones who do respond are flakes, or many of them.  And maybe there is no way to get around the wrong responders or worse (?) - the no responders.

First off, I don't understand the cocksucker or the bottoms who insist on posting pics of their dick.  Or the tops posting pictures of their ass.  It's confusing at best, misleading at worst.  Or maybe just stupid at worst.

Mind you, I take pride in my grammar, so you'll never see 'boi' or ''sup' or too many abbreviations.  I will also use the correct punctuation - which, believe it or not, matters in these ads.

'Want Cock Sucked' is far different than 'Want Cock Sucked?'   But the headline is the former and you have to go into the ad to find some 22 yo fuckboy who can't be bothered with the question mark and all he wants to do is lick dick.

Yet these types of ads are all around - and usually a combination of the punctuation missing and the incorrect type of pics.  Has the American education system failed us that badly?

One thing I am finding is not working for me:  Having a well-written ad, being clever or smart in your ad.  Don't write above a 5th grade reading level.

Yes, you're smiling but you know it's true.  Here's one example:

There are days I just want to take on the weight of your world: feeling the heft of your meat, as it passes to my tongue past my lips. The way it sits there - growing and hardening. The way it drools into my mouth. 

I need to feel it moving in and out of my mouth - with my help and with yours. A combined effort so that YOU feel good and excited. 

I like to feel hands on my head or behind my neck. I like the piston action as you get closer with no intention of stopping until every drop is gone. And yes, the grip may tighten as you unleash every drop of warm fluid into my mouth as a groan involuntarily escapes your lips. 

six feet two inches here. one-eighty. shaved head. masculine. professional. wearing no cologne and a non-smoker. I am not generou$. 

you be masculine, ht / wt proportions. ages 30-60 good, but negotiable. Prefer non-smokers, but might be able to work around that. Prefer no or non-heavy cologne. 

No PnP (except poppers). I can host or travel. 

Stats (ht, wt, age, etc) required. Pics always get fastest response. Not looking for, nor want reciprocation.


Responses:  zero.

I thought it would get me  more notice than:  'need head now - and looking for younger only' kind of ad.

Though in those ads they fail to put their age in - so what is younger?  And even if they put in their age of, say,  48, do they really consider 47 younger?  Technically it is, but a 40+ yo would be rejected since the poster didn't specify.


This was another ad of mine:

I have developed a very good oral /semen elimination system. 

It extracts the seed from you and then it disappear down my throat, leaving you with no mess and no clean-up. You have options to see the semen before it is taken away, or you can just toss it down the disposal. Your choice. 

The process is painless and am told, even pleasurable to you. 

This is a free service that can be mobile or you bring to me. Either way is fine. 

I am six two, one-eighty, shaved head, beard, masc, professional, non-smoker, no cologne, no PnP (popers ok). 

You be masc, ht/wt proportionate, 30-55 (ish).

A few responses, no follow-throughs, except for guys wanting to suck me.  What part of that ad said I wanted to be sucked?

And just because I can be a total prick - and I can - I had to reply to this guy's ManHunt ad.  Yes, I know he was specific, but I think there is a way to write things without just rubbing someone the wrong  way - and he did:  me.   

I'm not 35, nor do I want to be again. 

Ok, I'm not a total prick, because I cropped out his user name and city.  But I did reply that I was in my 40s and REALLY wanting to get with him - even though I had no interest. 

I can't wait till that douche is 36. 


So I don't think there are any clear cut answers.  I don't know that my direct approach on ad writing works much better than my creative writing skills. I was just hoping someone would see education and a little bit of humor and maybe want something a little more cerebral - even if it is just a mouth or ass fuck. 

I guess I am wrong. 

Faker

I don't mind role playing every now and again.  With the right guy, and the right scenario, it can be seamless and natural. There is nothing worse than pseudo-scripted or forced role playing.  It doesn't work.

The other shit that doesn't work in one person role-playing and trying to make the other participants it is the real deal.  I'm an educated man. I've been around the block a few thousand times - it takes a lot to fucking fool me and for fuck's sake, don't play me for a fool.

Take a trip I was on out west.  A decent looking dude hit me up on some iPhone app and wanted to play at his hotel.  Worked for me.  He claimed to be married.  No worries there.  Him cheating is his issue.

As with many internet possibilities, he disappeared at the moment of puling the trigger.  When I started other plans, he pops back in with a proposition:  he has another guy coming over and do I want to join?

I hemmed.  I hawed.  I finally said yes figuring I could just leave, as we weren't doing it at my hotel.

The third guy seemed more interesting, at least by his pics and profile.  A little huskier but more masculine.

As it turns out, they were already together, watching me as I stood outside the hotel, making their assessment of me - if I was worthy, if I was not.  On one hand I was offended, but on the other, you know - who cares. I'd love to be gutsier and send people away, instead of settling sometimes and just finishing them off to get rid of them.  But I was invited in.

Both men were above average, though the huskier guy was even huskier in person than in his pics.  Why am I always surprised?

The husky guy brought lube, poppers, a dildo, condoms, black gloves and a mask.  Clearly there were discussions I was not part of, but that's ok.  But it was the original guy who immediately started to get on my nerves.

As soon as we were in the door, he goes, "in a little while I'll have to call my wife so you'll have to step out in the hall while I do it.".    ...but then it got more annoying.

For someone who told me he liked to play on the side, he clearly told the other guy "I've never done this before" - but you have to say it in that almost sing-songy pitched voice that immediately sounds unbelievable and lying.  You know the one.

First off, he sucked the husky guy's cock too well to have 'never done this before', he did the same with licking my ass.  Actually, he had a move I don't think I've been able to replicate that is great. The just inside tickle - but "ohhhhh....noooooo......should I do THAT?  I've never done anything like THIS before......"   Then goes onto expertly munch my hole.

Give up the ghost, you stupid faggot who probably doesn't have a wife at all.

Of course, when Mr. Husky pulls out the poppers and offers them to him, the same response:  "oh, what are these.......?   I feel SOOOOOOO weird............what's going onnnnnnnnnnn?".

Just shut the fuck up - no one is buying this.

True to form, 30 minutes in, he has to make his call.  He finally says we can go into bathroom while he makes his call, because if I put on my pants and shoes, I was just leaving.  But I also didn't trust the fucker at all.  When going to the bathroom, I took my keys, wallet and phone.

While in there, Mr. Husky and I played.  He sucked me real good.

Actually, in the entire scenario, I never sucked a cock, kissed a guy, ate an ass or anything.

When we were let out, the host had no problems just taking Mr. Husky's dick up his ass - after he had easily (too easily) taken the dildo up his fuck chute.

Never done this before, my ass.

Again, if you're gonna commit to the bit, make it realistic - or at least a storyline you can fake act to....not act fake.

The host sucked my dick while he took it up the ass.   He might have done an ok job, but all I could think of was my exit strategy.

It's been a few weeks since this encounter, so my recollection is a little fuzzy on details, but at some point, Mr. Husky went back to sucking me - as I knew he'd take my load.  I didn't trust the host to do that.  I wasn't having it wasted.  Not at that point.

More poppers for the host.  More statements of feeling weird by doing poppers (though he knew exactly how to snort them).

I shot in the other guest's mouth and he swallowed as predicted.

While I got myself together, they went to the bed and looked like they might end up fucking.  That was fine - but it was better for me to leave.

I stole the bottle of poppers on my way out the door.

I was getting something out of this deal.  I figured I earned them.

Sensitive

He clips his chest hair.

It's not a deal breaker, but it is disheartening.

I'd almost understand it if he had this super chest. He has a nice one, a very fine one, but not overly defined.

Like me, his nipples are his weakness. He likes them played with lightly (like me) and continuously (like me).

38, 6'0, 170, top, pushing 8" in the dick department and a nice sized thickness to it - as you can start to tell from the penis ensconced in the briefs.  A nice head on it too.

The man is distant, even when he's standing right in front of you. It's one of those things you sense he is like even with close friends - and trust me, I'm not one of those.  I suck his dick - that's it.  Kind of.

The first time, he wanted his cock sucked.  That's what I do.  He liked seeing my thick dick, but it was to be my lips on his prick.  Though he also wanted to see me bent over, which naturally I complied.

He spoke briefly of fucking me, but we hadn't discussed, there was no prep, but in reality, he asked if I had a condom.  So I sucked.

He liked his nipples fondled the entire time I blew him. Both. So I was on my knees with both my arms reached overhead to stimulate his chest. That's what he liked.

Now and again, I'd stand and he'd turn around so I could run my tongue up his neck and along his short-haired head....sometimes to his ear.  This stimulated him as well, as it did me for some reason. But it was always back to cocksucking.  I'm a cocksucker.

I pride myself, and my skills, of using my mouth to get men off.  That is cocksucking.  I'm a cocksucker.

But I totally get some men need other means to take them over that edge.  Sometimes it is just a hand (mine or theirs) or a combination of hand and mouth.  I won't necessarily say it makes me feel successful to make them ejaculate this way, but busting a nut is busting a nut - any way possible.

But as I got this man close with my mouth, he took over. Keeping me a little at arm's length, he vigorously stroked his rod, leaving the head of his dick just past my lips.

See?

The problem with this, with most guys, is that that they can't control their orgasm.  Cum flies everywhere because their head is in a different space than their balls, their hand or their shaft.  It's a fucking waste or sperm.

They have little technique and lesser aim.  Why are they wasting the load???

This guy could not take his cock being in my mouth at the point of ejaculation.  He couldn't even stand having it finish getting his rocks off before pulling away by a good 1-2'.

What's that about?

Once, perhaps.  Twice?

Of course, it's a really really nice cock to suck - so it might to be hard to say 'no' to a third try.  But I don't see the ending scenario changing.

Though - what I did get was a nice part of a load - just not the whole thing.

I don't understand guys at all.

Scruff Hook-Up: Time #4

"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.

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.

Fire and Ice

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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.

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.

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.

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!

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

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.

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.