He hit me up on Scruff.
29, 5'9", 155. Handsome as all get out on his profile pic. What would he want me for?
It turned out, he wanted my cock. But that is not normally how I play. I told him so and that I wanted to suck his cock. He relented and invited me over.
But before he did, he asked if I was clean - and this time he meant how and when I actually showered last. I said I did that morning, which was a total lie. I think I showered the day before....maybe.
Then he said it would be a while because he had to jump in the shower. UGH.
A. I didn't want the time delay of him scrubbing up.
B. I didn't care about him being Irish Spring clean - nor did I want him to be.
And looking at his picture, this kid (yes, kid!) looked like he was always squeaky clean - you know the type.
I told him I was a grown man who wasn't all that fragile and not to shower. And he didn't.
Getting to this house on the perfect street, I started to see a pattern. His first comment was on the make and model of my car. His house was impeccably decorated. Not my style at all, but nice things and not one out of place.
His profile picture did not do him justice. While he was handsome in his pic - he was model handsome in real life. almost bordering on 'pretty'.
The shower thing all fell into place. The man was all about aesthetics, possessions and presentation.
Before I came over, he even asked what I would be wearing. Priceless.
He took me back to his extremely dim bedroom - complete with what i'm sure was like Ralph Lauren comforters and such. Apple TV and laptop in his room as well.
"Jay" was wearing a nylon like jersey and workout shorts. He was hard - a thin 7" of hard. His nuts were loose and hung like pendulums - far away from his penis.
At first he sat on the edge of the bed and then lay back so I had access to his cock. I took it all the way down, but he pressed his hips up to make sure it went even a little deeper.
He moaned appropriately. He wanted me to play with his nipples - hard! I played hard and it didn't phase him at all. Well, that's not entirely true. Like the bitch he probably was, his legs automatically spread.
I licked his nuts and little below that, but not yet to his ass. I took my finger and gently rubbed it across the hole. His hand met my wrist and pulled my hand away.
Granted, the finger smelled a little ripe afterwards and maybe that's why he wanted the shower, but that's exactly why I didn't want him to shower. I'd have cleaned that hole up - but it was not meant to be.
I found it odd he lay completely back, eyes closed or staring at the ceiling, almost being a non-participant in the event. I get that from straight guys, but his one was not.
Maybe I wasn't what he was expecting. Maybe he was self-loathing and couldn't get into participating.
He knew I wanted to suck. He didn't have to invite me over. But he let me suck, he was hard, he was getting close.
And then he got there.
Ribbons of slime hit my tongue. I kept it in my mouth, as always.
His only true words to me were, "if you need, there's a towel on the side of the bed if you want to...."
He trailed off. He was going to say, "spit out the load". I swallowed and said, "now, why would i need a towel? You didn't want me to spit it out - did you?"
"No", was his reply.
I thanked him, got up, and left.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
Former Football Guy
He told me played college ball, I suppose to describe his build. Or justify it.
"Dave" said he was 6'1" and 230....but muscular. "a former football player". 6.5" he said. Like most college athletes, math wasn't his strongest subject. He was maybe an inch shorter than that, in the dick department.
But he showed up on time, and he was extremely more handsome than his picture lead on. There was probably a time he was even more striking
He said he was now a suit & tie guy and he didn't fib. He wore those clothes well. A guy who can wear a suit well, is like a guy in leather - sexy. hot. masculine. The wrong cut and he's just a shlub in a sports coat. This guy knew how to dress.
I know I go on about this a lot, but instinctively, the man knew to touch my nipples. I gave him no hints of that - nor how hard or light to do it. He just did it - and did it right. He had me quivering before any of us had a shred of clothes off.
Oddly, though it was explicitly stated 'no reciprocation' his hands went to my belt first and dropped my pants. He only wanted to feel my cock, but not see it, let alone taste it. It never came out of my boxer briefs.
His made a slight lump in his suit pants. I was on my knees undoing his belt and feeling his cock through his shorts before chewing on both cotton and cock for a little while. He pushed me away.
He took off his pants and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on (which is hot to me) and then sat on an office chair.
"Lick my balls". In one of his emails he said he had "big balls". I suppose that is all relative, but going from some extensive data collected by myself over the past few decades, I can attest that these were not only not big, but they did not even qualify as 'medium'.
I licked them. I sucked them. I went further south.
"Lick my ass". I dug in. I ate that hole. You know how I love to do that.
...and that my friends was about all she wrote.
"I'm gonna cum! Take it and then you can eat my ass some more". I pulled off the ass and went down on his cock, which by the way he wasn't even stroking. I've got a fucking magic tongue!
I will give the man this - he came a huge amount. ...and it tasted good.
I stayed on him, making sure every drop was ingested. I licked him clean and then expected to eat his ass some more.
But he stood up and started to dress. I kindly asked if he did not want his ass eaten some more and he replied - "it will give you something to look forward to next time".
Here's hoping.
"Dave" said he was 6'1" and 230....but muscular. "a former football player". 6.5" he said. Like most college athletes, math wasn't his strongest subject. He was maybe an inch shorter than that, in the dick department.
But he showed up on time, and he was extremely more handsome than his picture lead on. There was probably a time he was even more striking
He said he was now a suit & tie guy and he didn't fib. He wore those clothes well. A guy who can wear a suit well, is like a guy in leather - sexy. hot. masculine. The wrong cut and he's just a shlub in a sports coat. This guy knew how to dress.
I know I go on about this a lot, but instinctively, the man knew to touch my nipples. I gave him no hints of that - nor how hard or light to do it. He just did it - and did it right. He had me quivering before any of us had a shred of clothes off.
Oddly, though it was explicitly stated 'no reciprocation' his hands went to my belt first and dropped my pants. He only wanted to feel my cock, but not see it, let alone taste it. It never came out of my boxer briefs.
His made a slight lump in his suit pants. I was on my knees undoing his belt and feeling his cock through his shorts before chewing on both cotton and cock for a little while. He pushed me away.
He took off his pants and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on (which is hot to me) and then sat on an office chair.
"Lick my balls". In one of his emails he said he had "big balls". I suppose that is all relative, but going from some extensive data collected by myself over the past few decades, I can attest that these were not only not big, but they did not even qualify as 'medium'.
I licked them. I sucked them. I went further south.
"Lick my ass". I dug in. I ate that hole. You know how I love to do that.
...and that my friends was about all she wrote.
"I'm gonna cum! Take it and then you can eat my ass some more". I pulled off the ass and went down on his cock, which by the way he wasn't even stroking. I've got a fucking magic tongue!
I will give the man this - he came a huge amount. ...and it tasted good.
I stayed on him, making sure every drop was ingested. I licked him clean and then expected to eat his ass some more.
But he stood up and started to dress. I kindly asked if he did not want his ass eaten some more and he replied - "it will give you something to look forward to next time".
Here's hoping.
Monday, November 04, 2013
No Fluke
As promised, I did not contact the guy who gave me the HUGE load.
But he finally reached back out to me. Normally, I wouldn't have given him a second go-round. He was fine and all - but that's it, still dressing like the '70s were on and in need of a Marcia Brady Makeover ®.
He got a pass because of the massive load he pumped in my mouth and throat last time.
So when he emailed me, I sent a message right back saying I could see him after work. He suggested a time, I said "yes".
Like last time, he arrived at the set-upon hour. You'd think that wasn't important, but sooooo many guys are 20, 30, 40 minutes late, like I have nothing else to do in my life. Or anyone else to do. Then there are the guys who set the time, never show and go silent. ....but that's another rant.
So there he was, in front of me, doing nothing.
I went to my knees. I took his belt and unhooked it. Ditto with the pants. I put my thumbs in his black briefs and got those down as well. Out sprang his 7" piece of meat.
I ogled it for a few and then placed it in my mouth.
Like last time, he was quiet as a mouse. Not a word. Not a sound. I get that, but I work better with either verbal encouragement, demeaning talk or at least a grunt or two. Still, I knew what possibly awaited me, so I was a trooper and just went about my job.
Though I am not 100% sure, I think he had a "tell", like people do in poker or when they're lying. Every now and again, his hand would go to my left shoulder and I'd get a slight squeeze.
I could be wrong, but I think he was doing two possible things: steadying himself and / or a signal that he was close to ejaculating.
To be conservative, when I'd feel the hand, I'd slow down or back off of my sucking process....but only for a bit. I mean, I love sucking cock and I was going for the load - that's my job.
After about 15-20 minutes of sucking and backing off, I went for it. As I assumed, the hand went to my shoulder and then the second one, so I knew I was there - as was he.
I had his cock all the way at the entrance of my throat. He shot off.
And shot again....and again....and again..............and again.
I would say at least a third of his cum went right down my throat, but then it backed up, flooding my mouth, similar to last time.
Once again, I struggled to keep up. I gagged. My eyes teared up. I swallowed and swallowed again, just to keep up with his productivity. It was massive. Again.
Not to worry fair readers, I took every single fucking drop. And I swallowed.
This guy is the real deal. I will definitely have him back.
But he finally reached back out to me. Normally, I wouldn't have given him a second go-round. He was fine and all - but that's it, still dressing like the '70s were on and in need of a Marcia Brady Makeover ®.
He got a pass because of the massive load he pumped in my mouth and throat last time.
So when he emailed me, I sent a message right back saying I could see him after work. He suggested a time, I said "yes".
Like last time, he arrived at the set-upon hour. You'd think that wasn't important, but sooooo many guys are 20, 30, 40 minutes late, like I have nothing else to do in my life. Or anyone else to do. Then there are the guys who set the time, never show and go silent. ....but that's another rant.
So there he was, in front of me, doing nothing.
I went to my knees. I took his belt and unhooked it. Ditto with the pants. I put my thumbs in his black briefs and got those down as well. Out sprang his 7" piece of meat.
I ogled it for a few and then placed it in my mouth.
Like last time, he was quiet as a mouse. Not a word. Not a sound. I get that, but I work better with either verbal encouragement, demeaning talk or at least a grunt or two. Still, I knew what possibly awaited me, so I was a trooper and just went about my job.
Though I am not 100% sure, I think he had a "tell", like people do in poker or when they're lying. Every now and again, his hand would go to my left shoulder and I'd get a slight squeeze.
I could be wrong, but I think he was doing two possible things: steadying himself and / or a signal that he was close to ejaculating.
To be conservative, when I'd feel the hand, I'd slow down or back off of my sucking process....but only for a bit. I mean, I love sucking cock and I was going for the load - that's my job.
After about 15-20 minutes of sucking and backing off, I went for it. As I assumed, the hand went to my shoulder and then the second one, so I knew I was there - as was he.
I had his cock all the way at the entrance of my throat. He shot off.
And shot again....and again....and again..............and again.
I would say at least a third of his cum went right down my throat, but then it backed up, flooding my mouth, similar to last time.
Once again, I struggled to keep up. I gagged. My eyes teared up. I swallowed and swallowed again, just to keep up with his productivity. It was massive. Again.
Not to worry fair readers, I took every single fucking drop. And I swallowed.
This guy is the real deal. I will definitely have him back.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Manhandled
The Scruff profile was rather unassuming. I noticed it for two reasons:
1. He had viewed me first, so I saw that in my list
2. He was a new face. Let's face it, if you're a non-paying member and looking at 'near by' you see the same fucking 40 faces every.single.day. - unless you live in NYC, Los Angeles or Chicago.
The face was just as unassuming as his profile, and for the uneducated, as he talks about 'chatting' and 'other encounters'. His partner also has to like you. So - 3 ways.
But he was from New York, so he was visiting and I'm guessing no partner - which I was correct. He asked about Cleveland and getting around - somewhere along the line, I put in a piggy face, like this :@) and then we were off to the races.
He liked nipple play and asked if I did. As you know, I told him I liked it light and gave aways my "secret" that most things could happen if someone did that.
He had taken me for, in his words, a 'bitch bottom'. I couldn't really argue. He wondered when I could get to this hotel room and we agreed upon a time.
He had a suite. HUGE room, with separate bedroom. He opened the door and stood 6'3" and maybe 160lbs. His face was much more handsome than it appeared in the profile image - something I would later tell him. But the face looked nice and inviting and it threw me from some more of the app chat where he wanted me to suck his cock and he was somewhat dom.
I was brought back to reality quickly when there was no 'hello' or friendly conversation - as his face would suggest - and his hands went right to my shoulders and forcibly pushed me to my knees.
...and so it began.
I gnawed and worshiped his dick through his jeans. I went right into sub mode, knowing most things to do and what not to say and more importantly, when not to say it.
Since it was a suite, there was quite a bit more furniture than a standard hotel room. We'd eventually get to most of the pieces, except the bedroom.
He went to undo his belt, and I said I would take care of that. I shouldn't have said it. He told me to lift my hands behind my head, he pulled my t-shirt up and to the back of my head, essentially binding my hands in place with my own clothing. Then he proceeded to fuck my face.
This wasn't what faux tops do - a few hard pumps and then relent into letting some guy just suck - no, he was fucking my face, like a machine. Deep, hard, continual. There was no let up. None. There was no finesse. None. There wasn't meant to be. I was being put in my place as an object.
I was on my knees and bound by my t-shirt when he hauled me up by my armpits. Ignoring, not forgetting, my desire for light nipple play, he grabbed my tits with all his might. It hurt, no doubt, but I was wise enough not to say 'ouch' or 'stop'. I'm sure he saw the pain in my face.
It was while I was on my knees that that got my first face smack. He wasn't testing the waters to see how hard I could take it, he just went at it, a few times actually....all on the left side of my face.
He moved farther south to my chest and abs, but they weren't slaps as much as they were punches. I thought at this point he'd hit harder but he didn't. Yet. Don't get me wrong, I knew I was being punched, but nothing I couldn't handle at this point.
He then moved me over in front of the full length mirror. I assumed he wanted to see himself fuck my mouth. Wrong!
He pushed me face first into the mirror with him right behind me. I knew he wasn't planning on fucking me - at least then - but he was exposed and pushing near my ass and into the mirror, hard enough where it had the potential to shatter. All the while, he'd reach around and lightly play with my nipples.
He turned me around so my back was to the mirror. "Undress" was the directive. I had to get my pants, shoes, socks and boxers off without the use of my hands. It wasn't easy, but doable. Then I was to do him as well. That was a little more challenging, but soon we were both naked.
More cocksucking while he lightly played with my nipples, though once in a while it'd be slightly harder. More slapping. More punching.
He had me crawl behind him until he got to a chair. There he put up his feet on the ottoman and had me sit there, looking at him, my mouth to be open at all times and hands on the back of my head.
"Don't swallow" was his directive. The pool of saliva started to build. He knew what he was doing. It began to run out of my mouth, down into my beard and off my chin. You could see he liked it.
What I was also able to see was that for a man of few words and a seemingly pleasant face, his eyes were grey, but there was a darkness behind them that didn't impede color. The eyes were intense and said everything even if his mouth uttered not a word.
Now and then, he'd reach up and smear my own spit into my beard or use it to lube his hand to stroke his own cock as he watched me intently. I swear at this time, I never saw his eyes blink as he took in everything he was doing, everything to which I was reacting and how he could all make it work to his advantage.
I was ordered to lick from the toes, all the way up his body. I put my mouth to work on all his toes, even trying to get them all into my mouth at once, though I was not successful. But I did work up his body - legs, mid section, abs, chest, nipples, arm pits, arms. He pushed me away when I worked at his head. All the while my hand stayed clasped behind my head.
All the while he would play a bit with my nipples.
He stood up and walked away, bending over a small table in the room. I was told to crawl to him and eat his ass. Of course I did - that is one of my favorite things. I kissed it first. I licked the outside of the hole. I licked it in circles. Then I stuck my tongue in deep. Clearly he had just showered, though he didn't taste like soap. That went on for about 10 minutes.
Once again I was pulled up, slapped, punched and moved towards one of the many large windows, as this was an older, established hotel. I was pressed face / chest / cock first into the window for anyone who wanted to look up five stories to see. The road below was busy with pedestrians. He was hoping someone would see and I did too.
He leaned into my ear and said, "I don't know if you're a bitch boy, an exhibitionist or just want to please me". I replied, "all three, Sir".
He let me go and walked away. I knew deep down not to move. I stayed in front of the window with my arms still behind my head.
I heard him approach from behind me, he had brought a black leather belt with him, which went around my neck. He fastened it so that it basically became both a collar and a leash. I got down on all fours and he "walked" me to another chair where I orally serviced his cock.
He tightened the collar / belt at my neck. He looked at me with intensity and a little warmth. "You have to trust me. I don't want you not breathing". I said nothing, with my silence giving my permission.
More open palmed hands to my face. More punches to my gut. More nipple play. And even his nails going into my sides and being dragged upwards.
He removed the belt and used it to bind my hands behind my head. There he moved me to yet another chair, had me kneel on it and bend over the back of it. I thought for sure he would fuck me, but still this did not happen. It turns out he didn't know me well enough to penetrate me that way.
It did not stop him from teasing me with his hard 7" at my back door. He even reached around to touch my dick. "You're leaking something fierce", he told me. He rubbed my cock and make me clean off his fingers.
He got me up and took me over to the large dining table. Oh yeah, they had one that was mirror topped. Still bound, he pushed me back so I was was lying on the cold surface facing up. He hit me multiple more times in various places.
He talked about others in his stable. He talked about having me suck off others for his enjoyment. He was getting excited by his own talk, but so was I. He mentioned the burning desire and lust he could see in my eyes as he went on. It would have been hard to deny.
Times here he would grab my chest hair - hard! I winced silently. I knew not to say a word and just take it.
He did pull me up and I was back onto my knees. "Your two hours are almost up.". It was my job to finish him off. I worked his dick until he back it out so my mouth was back open, my tongue out. Where before I did this and was told not to swallow, we both knew this time I would be swallowing.
He blasted off with a force that I have rarely seen / felt. Jets propelling his cum out of his cock head and into my mouth. Only the first hit below my mouth and the rest went in as my mouth clasped over his head. I got the rest, but didn't swallow.
I opened my mouth as he pulled out. He could see his semen inside my opening.
"Swallow", he flatly stated. I did.
He saw me gulp his seed and he saw me wipe up that first hit that got into my beard. He smiled. The smile was less pleasant then when we began - as you might expect.
He told me to dress, but he wanted my "evaluation". Partly to make him a better top, partly to admittedly stroke his own ego.
I didn't have to fudge on the eval. I told him what I liked, what he did well. I told him he needed a new profile pic. I said he might have wanted to punch me harder, but he smiled.
He mentioned how taken back I was with the first nipple grab, which did hurt. He told me as he went on during the two hours, he'd grab harder and harder till he got to the place he did at the first contact, but I didn't seem to notice that it got more abusive. He said he did the same with the punching.
He told me not to contact him again and that next time he was in town, I would know it.
No doubt I will.
1. He had viewed me first, so I saw that in my list
2. He was a new face. Let's face it, if you're a non-paying member and looking at 'near by' you see the same fucking 40 faces every.single.day. - unless you live in NYC, Los Angeles or Chicago.
The face was just as unassuming as his profile, and for the uneducated, as he talks about 'chatting' and 'other encounters'. His partner also has to like you. So - 3 ways.
But he was from New York, so he was visiting and I'm guessing no partner - which I was correct. He asked about Cleveland and getting around - somewhere along the line, I put in a piggy face, like this :@) and then we were off to the races.
He liked nipple play and asked if I did. As you know, I told him I liked it light and gave aways my "secret" that most things could happen if someone did that.
He had taken me for, in his words, a 'bitch bottom'. I couldn't really argue. He wondered when I could get to this hotel room and we agreed upon a time.
He had a suite. HUGE room, with separate bedroom. He opened the door and stood 6'3" and maybe 160lbs. His face was much more handsome than it appeared in the profile image - something I would later tell him. But the face looked nice and inviting and it threw me from some more of the app chat where he wanted me to suck his cock and he was somewhat dom.
I was brought back to reality quickly when there was no 'hello' or friendly conversation - as his face would suggest - and his hands went right to my shoulders and forcibly pushed me to my knees.
...and so it began.
I gnawed and worshiped his dick through his jeans. I went right into sub mode, knowing most things to do and what not to say and more importantly, when not to say it.
Since it was a suite, there was quite a bit more furniture than a standard hotel room. We'd eventually get to most of the pieces, except the bedroom.
He went to undo his belt, and I said I would take care of that. I shouldn't have said it. He told me to lift my hands behind my head, he pulled my t-shirt up and to the back of my head, essentially binding my hands in place with my own clothing. Then he proceeded to fuck my face.
This wasn't what faux tops do - a few hard pumps and then relent into letting some guy just suck - no, he was fucking my face, like a machine. Deep, hard, continual. There was no let up. None. There was no finesse. None. There wasn't meant to be. I was being put in my place as an object.
I was on my knees and bound by my t-shirt when he hauled me up by my armpits. Ignoring, not forgetting, my desire for light nipple play, he grabbed my tits with all his might. It hurt, no doubt, but I was wise enough not to say 'ouch' or 'stop'. I'm sure he saw the pain in my face.
It was while I was on my knees that that got my first face smack. He wasn't testing the waters to see how hard I could take it, he just went at it, a few times actually....all on the left side of my face.
He moved farther south to my chest and abs, but they weren't slaps as much as they were punches. I thought at this point he'd hit harder but he didn't. Yet. Don't get me wrong, I knew I was being punched, but nothing I couldn't handle at this point.
He then moved me over in front of the full length mirror. I assumed he wanted to see himself fuck my mouth. Wrong!
He pushed me face first into the mirror with him right behind me. I knew he wasn't planning on fucking me - at least then - but he was exposed and pushing near my ass and into the mirror, hard enough where it had the potential to shatter. All the while, he'd reach around and lightly play with my nipples.
He turned me around so my back was to the mirror. "Undress" was the directive. I had to get my pants, shoes, socks and boxers off without the use of my hands. It wasn't easy, but doable. Then I was to do him as well. That was a little more challenging, but soon we were both naked.
More cocksucking while he lightly played with my nipples, though once in a while it'd be slightly harder. More slapping. More punching.
He had me crawl behind him until he got to a chair. There he put up his feet on the ottoman and had me sit there, looking at him, my mouth to be open at all times and hands on the back of my head.
"Don't swallow" was his directive. The pool of saliva started to build. He knew what he was doing. It began to run out of my mouth, down into my beard and off my chin. You could see he liked it.
What I was also able to see was that for a man of few words and a seemingly pleasant face, his eyes were grey, but there was a darkness behind them that didn't impede color. The eyes were intense and said everything even if his mouth uttered not a word.
Now and then, he'd reach up and smear my own spit into my beard or use it to lube his hand to stroke his own cock as he watched me intently. I swear at this time, I never saw his eyes blink as he took in everything he was doing, everything to which I was reacting and how he could all make it work to his advantage.
I was ordered to lick from the toes, all the way up his body. I put my mouth to work on all his toes, even trying to get them all into my mouth at once, though I was not successful. But I did work up his body - legs, mid section, abs, chest, nipples, arm pits, arms. He pushed me away when I worked at his head. All the while my hand stayed clasped behind my head.
All the while he would play a bit with my nipples.
He stood up and walked away, bending over a small table in the room. I was told to crawl to him and eat his ass. Of course I did - that is one of my favorite things. I kissed it first. I licked the outside of the hole. I licked it in circles. Then I stuck my tongue in deep. Clearly he had just showered, though he didn't taste like soap. That went on for about 10 minutes.
Once again I was pulled up, slapped, punched and moved towards one of the many large windows, as this was an older, established hotel. I was pressed face / chest / cock first into the window for anyone who wanted to look up five stories to see. The road below was busy with pedestrians. He was hoping someone would see and I did too.
He leaned into my ear and said, "I don't know if you're a bitch boy, an exhibitionist or just want to please me". I replied, "all three, Sir".
He let me go and walked away. I knew deep down not to move. I stayed in front of the window with my arms still behind my head.
I heard him approach from behind me, he had brought a black leather belt with him, which went around my neck. He fastened it so that it basically became both a collar and a leash. I got down on all fours and he "walked" me to another chair where I orally serviced his cock.
He tightened the collar / belt at my neck. He looked at me with intensity and a little warmth. "You have to trust me. I don't want you not breathing". I said nothing, with my silence giving my permission.
More open palmed hands to my face. More punches to my gut. More nipple play. And even his nails going into my sides and being dragged upwards.
He removed the belt and used it to bind my hands behind my head. There he moved me to yet another chair, had me kneel on it and bend over the back of it. I thought for sure he would fuck me, but still this did not happen. It turns out he didn't know me well enough to penetrate me that way.
It did not stop him from teasing me with his hard 7" at my back door. He even reached around to touch my dick. "You're leaking something fierce", he told me. He rubbed my cock and make me clean off his fingers.
He got me up and took me over to the large dining table. Oh yeah, they had one that was mirror topped. Still bound, he pushed me back so I was was lying on the cold surface facing up. He hit me multiple more times in various places.
He talked about others in his stable. He talked about having me suck off others for his enjoyment. He was getting excited by his own talk, but so was I. He mentioned the burning desire and lust he could see in my eyes as he went on. It would have been hard to deny.
Times here he would grab my chest hair - hard! I winced silently. I knew not to say a word and just take it.
He did pull me up and I was back onto my knees. "Your two hours are almost up.". It was my job to finish him off. I worked his dick until he back it out so my mouth was back open, my tongue out. Where before I did this and was told not to swallow, we both knew this time I would be swallowing.
He blasted off with a force that I have rarely seen / felt. Jets propelling his cum out of his cock head and into my mouth. Only the first hit below my mouth and the rest went in as my mouth clasped over his head. I got the rest, but didn't swallow.
I opened my mouth as he pulled out. He could see his semen inside my opening.
"Swallow", he flatly stated. I did.
He saw me gulp his seed and he saw me wipe up that first hit that got into my beard. He smiled. The smile was less pleasant then when we began - as you might expect.
He told me to dress, but he wanted my "evaluation". Partly to make him a better top, partly to admittedly stroke his own ego.
I didn't have to fudge on the eval. I told him what I liked, what he did well. I told him he needed a new profile pic. I said he might have wanted to punch me harder, but he smiled.
He mentioned how taken back I was with the first nipple grab, which did hurt. He told me as he went on during the two hours, he'd grab harder and harder till he got to the place he did at the first contact, but I didn't seem to notice that it got more abusive. He said he did the same with the punching.
He told me not to contact him again and that next time he was in town, I would know it.
No doubt I will.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Familiar Face
I know I've mentioned Gnarly Dicked-Day (GDD) a few times here.
After our first time, most of the times, he brings along a "friend". Rarely do he and I hook up as just the two of us. Overall, this company he brings has worked out well. Strangers who he somehow finds on-line with the promise of a blowjob from a gifted oral man (me!).
I assume he shows them a pic of me or points them to my profile. I don't ask.
For the most part, he has chosen his friends well, but there are only so many men in town who want head - so there is always the possibility that one might actually know me.
So yesterday, GDD messages me that he wants to bring one or two guys over at 11:30a. Then at 11:00a, he cancels. At 11:45a says he wants to come by at 12:00p. He's bringing some guy with him.
GDD is at the door, but I know someone is trailing him by quite a few yards, and around a corner. GDD enters and goes up to my office when "Tim" comes around the corner. He is audible to me only: "are you ok with this?"
I nod in the affirmative.
I know Tim. I actually wrote about him back in 2009.
Since that 2009 encounter, I won't say I got to know him well, but we did run into each other in a number of social gatherings - all on the up and up. He even snagged my email address from one of these to invite me to political gatherings at the major election times. I declined all of them - not because of my political beliefs or that I'd be mingling with him and his friends and colleagues, knowing what I know. I just was too cheap to spend a minimum of $250 per event.
So up to my office we all go. Admittedly, I try not to make eye contact with Tim, as I don't know how he really feels about all this. Clearly he was intrigued enough to do it when he thought it was a total stranger - but I also never know what information was relayed ahead of time about what would be happening.
GDD immediately starts to unfasten his belt and pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls his underwear down to expose his flaccid dick. I get on my knees, still avoiding Tim, and put GDD's cok in my mouth. I hear Tim say "yeahhhhh". A good sign.
GDD goes on to call me a litany of names - slut, cocksucker, cumdump, fag - all within the first minute of my performance. His dick grows to it's full fat 8 inches. He tells me to stay down on it and just let it rest in my mouth and throat - I do as I'm told.
Soon he pushes me off and over to Tim's dick.
His 7" were easy enough to get down, but he's rough. Or maybe not rough, but he jackhammers his hardening dick into my mouth. His pours smell like seeping alcohol. Not a one time drunk thing, but maybe an issue with the hooch. Hey, not to stereotype, but he is an Irish decent and a lawyer. Still, I love how the cock grew in my mouth and then would twitch.
GDD tol me to lick Tim's balls. I did. I ran my tongue over the freshly shaved nuts that were protruding from the cockring that was in place. I even licked farther back, though I couldn't quite get to his hole. Still, he trembled at my touching his taint with my tongue.
While I was working on one, the other would stroke his own dick. I was back to GDD getting it sloppy wet, as that is how he likes it when Tim made those sounds - the ones of impending orgasm. I knew enough to switch feeders and was back on him.
He pumped off a huge load into my mouth and it was quite tasty.
Just as I was finishing, GDD told me to get onto his dick. I was there for all of 10 seconds before his load went into my mouth - again, telling myself and Tim what a slut I was.
For added effort, as much as I tried to avoid to someone I know how sexual I can be, GDD made sure to nip that in the bud He squeezed his dick of one last drop of cum and told me to clean it off - and I did, solidifying for the entire group what I was.
Later, Tim texted me to make sure we were all cool and that no one needs to know our "little secret". I'm good with that. He said he almost bailed when they pulled up to the house (not that I ever remember him knowing where I lived), but decided to go through with it and he was glad he was.
After our first time, most of the times, he brings along a "friend". Rarely do he and I hook up as just the two of us. Overall, this company he brings has worked out well. Strangers who he somehow finds on-line with the promise of a blowjob from a gifted oral man (me!).
I assume he shows them a pic of me or points them to my profile. I don't ask.
For the most part, he has chosen his friends well, but there are only so many men in town who want head - so there is always the possibility that one might actually know me.
So yesterday, GDD messages me that he wants to bring one or two guys over at 11:30a. Then at 11:00a, he cancels. At 11:45a says he wants to come by at 12:00p. He's bringing some guy with him.
GDD is at the door, but I know someone is trailing him by quite a few yards, and around a corner. GDD enters and goes up to my office when "Tim" comes around the corner. He is audible to me only: "are you ok with this?"
I nod in the affirmative.
I know Tim. I actually wrote about him back in 2009.
Since that 2009 encounter, I won't say I got to know him well, but we did run into each other in a number of social gatherings - all on the up and up. He even snagged my email address from one of these to invite me to political gatherings at the major election times. I declined all of them - not because of my political beliefs or that I'd be mingling with him and his friends and colleagues, knowing what I know. I just was too cheap to spend a minimum of $250 per event.
So up to my office we all go. Admittedly, I try not to make eye contact with Tim, as I don't know how he really feels about all this. Clearly he was intrigued enough to do it when he thought it was a total stranger - but I also never know what information was relayed ahead of time about what would be happening.
GDD immediately starts to unfasten his belt and pants and they drop to his ankles. He pulls his underwear down to expose his flaccid dick. I get on my knees, still avoiding Tim, and put GDD's cok in my mouth. I hear Tim say "yeahhhhh". A good sign.
GDD goes on to call me a litany of names - slut, cocksucker, cumdump, fag - all within the first minute of my performance. His dick grows to it's full fat 8 inches. He tells me to stay down on it and just let it rest in my mouth and throat - I do as I'm told.
Soon he pushes me off and over to Tim's dick.
His 7" were easy enough to get down, but he's rough. Or maybe not rough, but he jackhammers his hardening dick into my mouth. His pours smell like seeping alcohol. Not a one time drunk thing, but maybe an issue with the hooch. Hey, not to stereotype, but he is an Irish decent and a lawyer. Still, I love how the cock grew in my mouth and then would twitch.
GDD tol me to lick Tim's balls. I did. I ran my tongue over the freshly shaved nuts that were protruding from the cockring that was in place. I even licked farther back, though I couldn't quite get to his hole. Still, he trembled at my touching his taint with my tongue.
While I was working on one, the other would stroke his own dick. I was back to GDD getting it sloppy wet, as that is how he likes it when Tim made those sounds - the ones of impending orgasm. I knew enough to switch feeders and was back on him.
He pumped off a huge load into my mouth and it was quite tasty.
Just as I was finishing, GDD told me to get onto his dick. I was there for all of 10 seconds before his load went into my mouth - again, telling myself and Tim what a slut I was.
For added effort, as much as I tried to avoid to someone I know how sexual I can be, GDD made sure to nip that in the bud He squeezed his dick of one last drop of cum and told me to clean it off - and I did, solidifying for the entire group what I was.
Later, Tim texted me to make sure we were all cool and that no one needs to know our "little secret". I'm good with that. He said he almost bailed when they pulled up to the house (not that I ever remember him knowing where I lived), but decided to go through with it and he was glad he was.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
a Kiss & a Fuck
His lips were soft. Possibly the softest lips I have ever kissed.
It is not like he is effeminate in any way, but just the softest that have ever touched my own mouth.
The irony was not lost on me, as we were in a brief set of woods, slated to do the nasty. Yet here I was - doing, and about to do, two things I normally refrain from during most of my hook-ups: kiss and fuck.
He and I had been chatting for a long long time - and how he wanted my load. He is one of the few bottoms I chat with that actually turns me on by his stories. I don't like to live vicariously through other bottoms, and I am not, but his tales do make me stiffen up.
He was coming through town, but only for an hour or so. I made arrangements to meet him close to the airport where he could get away and still have time for his final destination.
I knew of a cemetery bathroom to use, but as I was waiting for him, I found a nearby set of woods that didn't seem to be used. I even took a stroll back there waiting for his arrival and scoped it all out. I think we'd be fine and we'd be able to hear them coming from a long ways off.
He eventually showed and I escorted him back into the woods and then into a clearing. That is where our lips touched. The soft lips. While they didn't last long, we'd revisit each other's lips during our encounter.
Our time was limited and we had an agenda - he'd get my load, but I'd get his too. I'm too much of a bottom just to give up my dick and my load without something in return. I'm selfish. I fully admit it.
The guy (no name) turned me around so he was behind me. As he was mostly a bottom (too), he struggled a little to maintain an erection to get it into me. Of course I was understanding, as I know that has always been my lot in life and would be again - in about 10 minutes.
Trial and error, but he got in and up me. He warned me days ahead of time, he would be quick. He's not accustomed to fucking and the associated stimuli. True to his word, it was not a long fuck, but I think it went longer than either of us thought - at least based on the information he provided.
He groaned as his swimmers went into my ass. Now it was his turn.
I think I'd make a decent top with two things - the mental status of wanting to be one and if I took viagra. If I could keep my cock hard, a whole new population of homos would love me. And while the drug would override (I'm assuming) the mental aspect of me not being a top - it's just not where I want to be.
I think if you read other blogs, guys are clearly one or the other. Some are truly versatile, but those are few and far between, even if they write that way. You can see a pattern of who they are; what they prefer.
I prefer bottom, but I made a promise and I would do my best to fulfill it.
I would get very hard as we worked our way to penetration, but I always have trouble at that point and that day was no exception. Our verbal foreplay helped. I know things about him - his early sexual experiences, that right or wrong, turn me on.
That talk is what would get me hard, we had to keep up the discussion to keep me hard. After I was in, I think we were golden.
I lasted quite a bit longer. Actually, I was having trouble getting past the brink. I could feel me getting to the edge of that proverbial cliff, but I couldn't jump. For the life of me, I don't know what finally did it, but I went.
...and I shot....and shot....and shot. I had build up quite a load over the days prior to and I made sure he got everything I had stored.
We left the small bottle of lube back there. We left the handi-wipe he brought back to clean off our dicks (what a boy scout!). Anthropologists from the future will know exactly what took place back there - at least to a certain degree.
It is not like he is effeminate in any way, but just the softest that have ever touched my own mouth.
The irony was not lost on me, as we were in a brief set of woods, slated to do the nasty. Yet here I was - doing, and about to do, two things I normally refrain from during most of my hook-ups: kiss and fuck.
He and I had been chatting for a long long time - and how he wanted my load. He is one of the few bottoms I chat with that actually turns me on by his stories. I don't like to live vicariously through other bottoms, and I am not, but his tales do make me stiffen up.
He was coming through town, but only for an hour or so. I made arrangements to meet him close to the airport where he could get away and still have time for his final destination.
I knew of a cemetery bathroom to use, but as I was waiting for him, I found a nearby set of woods that didn't seem to be used. I even took a stroll back there waiting for his arrival and scoped it all out. I think we'd be fine and we'd be able to hear them coming from a long ways off.
He eventually showed and I escorted him back into the woods and then into a clearing. That is where our lips touched. The soft lips. While they didn't last long, we'd revisit each other's lips during our encounter.
Our time was limited and we had an agenda - he'd get my load, but I'd get his too. I'm too much of a bottom just to give up my dick and my load without something in return. I'm selfish. I fully admit it.
The guy (no name) turned me around so he was behind me. As he was mostly a bottom (too), he struggled a little to maintain an erection to get it into me. Of course I was understanding, as I know that has always been my lot in life and would be again - in about 10 minutes.
Trial and error, but he got in and up me. He warned me days ahead of time, he would be quick. He's not accustomed to fucking and the associated stimuli. True to his word, it was not a long fuck, but I think it went longer than either of us thought - at least based on the information he provided.
He groaned as his swimmers went into my ass. Now it was his turn.
I think I'd make a decent top with two things - the mental status of wanting to be one and if I took viagra. If I could keep my cock hard, a whole new population of homos would love me. And while the drug would override (I'm assuming) the mental aspect of me not being a top - it's just not where I want to be.
I think if you read other blogs, guys are clearly one or the other. Some are truly versatile, but those are few and far between, even if they write that way. You can see a pattern of who they are; what they prefer.
I prefer bottom, but I made a promise and I would do my best to fulfill it.
I would get very hard as we worked our way to penetration, but I always have trouble at that point and that day was no exception. Our verbal foreplay helped. I know things about him - his early sexual experiences, that right or wrong, turn me on.
That talk is what would get me hard, we had to keep up the discussion to keep me hard. After I was in, I think we were golden.
I lasted quite a bit longer. Actually, I was having trouble getting past the brink. I could feel me getting to the edge of that proverbial cliff, but I couldn't jump. For the life of me, I don't know what finally did it, but I went.
...and I shot....and shot....and shot. I had build up quite a load over the days prior to and I made sure he got everything I had stored.
We left the small bottle of lube back there. We left the handi-wipe he brought back to clean off our dicks (what a boy scout!). Anthropologists from the future will know exactly what took place back there - at least to a certain degree.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Black is the new Black
A buddy of mine mentioned recently that once you get some black cock, a signal goes out to other black men saying you're open for business.
It's not quite the same as that old phrase, 'once you go black you don't go back'.
I have gone back - and forth - quite a bit. I had my first black dick when I was 16. Even end of last year and the beginning of this, I have had some I've written about and many that I have not.
And of course, last month, you read about me and the DL Professor.
You did not read about four other DL guys - one who did fuck me, one who attempted to fuck me and two others for whom I got down on my knees. And there's another one in the wings. Or on deck. Choose your theater or baseball analogy according to your Butch Level.
The one who attempted to fuck me was on A4A. Nice dick, iffy guy. A slim guys, but his belly was bloated / distended like he needed it tapped and drained. Considering he was living next to a hospital, maybe that was his deal. He wanted to fuck but had no skills. I like wham-bam stuff, but he was just bad at it. Painfully bad - and I mean that in every way. I finally made him stop and I sucked him off. It wasn't what I wanted, but sometimes that's not always possible.
I have no illusions about returning, though he messages me almost every single day, but doesn't get the hint. I guess I'm being too nice.
One of the feeders is a solid guy, taller than I am, maybe 6'4", but 230 or so. 8" he claims, but is closer to 7". He's not fond of flakes, but failed to show one time; was here for 45 seconds the second and had to bolt and finally showed up a week later and stayed that third time. He might qualify as a flake.
The cock was nice. His filthy mouth demeaning me was nicer. "White cocksucker" or "white faggot" came out of his mouth repeatedly. I mean, he was flaking and I still let him in and was on my knees - he knew the score.
I worked on him a good 30 minutes before he gave up his nut. The seed was ok but nothing I couldn't handle. I took every drop. I haven't heard from him since.
The other guy was even more DL. Answering from Home Depot and stopping by on his way to wherever he was going.
More blue collar, more street than the other guys, with a big whopping 8.5" cock. He was quiet, but assertive in his hip action into my mouth. He was a little grimy for me - and I really mean unshowered and a little bit rank. I like that to a degree, but there is a point where it's just not fun.
Still he shot a big load - one I took. He mentioned having my email and would use it again, but I have heard nothing from him. Nor did I expect to. I think he was so heavy on the down low that he wasn't going to reach out to anyone repeatedly.
Honestly, I know I had another feeder, but he isn't standing out to me as anything special.
But as for the one who pumped my ass, he was a quiet guy. 60 (yes, 60!), but an incredible gym-built body with a little bit of hair on his worked-out pecs. While his profile said 8", he was 7, maybe even 7.5", but he wasn't 8. He wasn't as thick as he claimed either. Not bad, but I knew I wasn't going to have difficulty taking it - not that that says much about me. :@)
We started with me bent over a desk. That worked for a while, but then he wanted me on all fours. I like it that way - but let's face it, there are few ways I don't like it.
With his exchange on-line, he would have been mistaken for more verbal, but he was not. As I said earlier, he was quiet. He knew what he was doing with that cock and body, as he pumped my ass while on our knees, but he wasn't nearly as aggressive as I imagined he might.
After about 10, he just told me to get flat on my belly. Lately, this seems to be the go-to position for a lot of guys. Clearly, I've been topped this way before (even by the first black guy I was ever with), but within the last 8 months or so, it seems more standard. I'm not opposed to it, but I'm not sure how these "trends" take off. Or maybe it's just coincidence.
He put his weight on top of me and started really sawing at my hole. It felt good.
WAY sooner than I thought, he was going "yeahhh.....yeahhh.....hell yeahhhhh".
Now, he never said he was cumming, but I could feel the jumps and pulses of his black cock up my white ass. He was unloading up there as he continued to loudly moan "yeahhhhhh".
Yeah, indeed.
He said we'd do it again. I haven't heard from him since.
Maybe there is a signal out there that I've been entertaining black guys lately. Maybe their internal network is all abuzz. Time will tell.
It's not quite the same as that old phrase, 'once you go black you don't go back'.
I have gone back - and forth - quite a bit. I had my first black dick when I was 16. Even end of last year and the beginning of this, I have had some I've written about and many that I have not.
And of course, last month, you read about me and the DL Professor.
You did not read about four other DL guys - one who did fuck me, one who attempted to fuck me and two others for whom I got down on my knees. And there's another one in the wings. Or on deck. Choose your theater or baseball analogy according to your Butch Level.
The one who attempted to fuck me was on A4A. Nice dick, iffy guy. A slim guys, but his belly was bloated / distended like he needed it tapped and drained. Considering he was living next to a hospital, maybe that was his deal. He wanted to fuck but had no skills. I like wham-bam stuff, but he was just bad at it. Painfully bad - and I mean that in every way. I finally made him stop and I sucked him off. It wasn't what I wanted, but sometimes that's not always possible.
I have no illusions about returning, though he messages me almost every single day, but doesn't get the hint. I guess I'm being too nice.
One of the feeders is a solid guy, taller than I am, maybe 6'4", but 230 or so. 8" he claims, but is closer to 7". He's not fond of flakes, but failed to show one time; was here for 45 seconds the second and had to bolt and finally showed up a week later and stayed that third time. He might qualify as a flake.
The cock was nice. His filthy mouth demeaning me was nicer. "White cocksucker" or "white faggot" came out of his mouth repeatedly. I mean, he was flaking and I still let him in and was on my knees - he knew the score.
I worked on him a good 30 minutes before he gave up his nut. The seed was ok but nothing I couldn't handle. I took every drop. I haven't heard from him since.
The other guy was even more DL. Answering from Home Depot and stopping by on his way to wherever he was going.
More blue collar, more street than the other guys, with a big whopping 8.5" cock. He was quiet, but assertive in his hip action into my mouth. He was a little grimy for me - and I really mean unshowered and a little bit rank. I like that to a degree, but there is a point where it's just not fun.
Still he shot a big load - one I took. He mentioned having my email and would use it again, but I have heard nothing from him. Nor did I expect to. I think he was so heavy on the down low that he wasn't going to reach out to anyone repeatedly.
Honestly, I know I had another feeder, but he isn't standing out to me as anything special.
But as for the one who pumped my ass, he was a quiet guy. 60 (yes, 60!), but an incredible gym-built body with a little bit of hair on his worked-out pecs. While his profile said 8", he was 7, maybe even 7.5", but he wasn't 8. He wasn't as thick as he claimed either. Not bad, but I knew I wasn't going to have difficulty taking it - not that that says much about me. :@)
We started with me bent over a desk. That worked for a while, but then he wanted me on all fours. I like it that way - but let's face it, there are few ways I don't like it.
With his exchange on-line, he would have been mistaken for more verbal, but he was not. As I said earlier, he was quiet. He knew what he was doing with that cock and body, as he pumped my ass while on our knees, but he wasn't nearly as aggressive as I imagined he might.
After about 10, he just told me to get flat on my belly. Lately, this seems to be the go-to position for a lot of guys. Clearly, I've been topped this way before (even by the first black guy I was ever with), but within the last 8 months or so, it seems more standard. I'm not opposed to it, but I'm not sure how these "trends" take off. Or maybe it's just coincidence.
He put his weight on top of me and started really sawing at my hole. It felt good.
WAY sooner than I thought, he was going "yeahhh.....yeahhh.....hell yeahhhhh".
Now, he never said he was cumming, but I could feel the jumps and pulses of his black cock up my white ass. He was unloading up there as he continued to loudly moan "yeahhhhhh".
Yeah, indeed.
He said we'd do it again. I haven't heard from him since.
Maybe there is a signal out there that I've been entertaining black guys lately. Maybe their internal network is all abuzz. Time will tell.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Biggest Load Ever?
Within the last 90 minutes, I have taken what is possibly the biggest load I have ever encountered. At least orally.
He came to me via a CL ad I placed. Either too cavalier or stupid to use an email account that doesn't have his first and last name on it, he was looking for a noon-time blowjob. He was new to me.
50 or 55, 5'11", 180, dark, greased back hair with a hint of grey to it. The scalloped wedding ring. And a diamond stud in his left ear - one he was way too old to be try to pull that off. With the clothes he wore, he would remind you off a guy who managed a Merry-Go-Round, if they still existed (or maybe they do).
Neither here nor there. I wasn't there to judge him on his dress or earring, but on his 7.5" cock he claimed to have. I was skeptical as I rubbed him through his pants. I was still not sure as I rubbed him through his tight boxer briefs.
Once those came down, out sprang a semi-hard 5" penis.
Respectable, but I wasn't sure it would get to the advertised size.
With a hit of poppers, I placed my lips to his head and immediately sank all the way down. No teasing - not yet.
With my mouth I helped him grow. We'd all like to think it was just with out mouths or asses, but some of it is mental on their part too. Yes, we as a gender think with out dicks, but we can't always control them with our northern brain.
He did grow to his full size. But maybe 7.25". Still not bad and a good sized thickness.
The man was beyond reserved. It would take him a few therapy sessions to get TO reserved, he was that low key. No words. No sounds. Not a grunt or groan as I worked his meat with my lips, mouth, tongue and throat.
A few times, he touched my left, and only left shoulder, while pivoting himself slightly to his left. At first I thought he was just steadying himself for the head I was giving. After the third time, I made an assumption is was some kind of physical indication he was close to orgasm.
I can normally tell by other reactions, but he had such small nuts to begin with, feeling if they pulled up and in was a no-go. His lack of response, verbally, to my attention was a non-starter.
But with his head at my throat, I felt a pulse. Then two, then three. He was shooting directly into my throat.
Since I like to taste it, I pulled back. Four, five, six, seven - up to nine pulses, easily. Each time I thought the volume would slow down or lessen, it remained at least as strong as the one before.
I am proud to say I kept every fucking drop. I am not as proud to say how much I struggled to keep up with the amount of seed this guy had. I struggled, I gagged, my eyes watered a bit.
I like to think I'm a better cocksucker than this, but on the other hand, I need to be challenged now and again. I like my limits pushed. I like honing my skills. This guy did that.
What kills me is, he wasn't trying to do any of that. He was standing as still as possible, saying absolutely nothing, and letting some unknown guy take his dick into his mouth.
I'm glad he gave me no warning of what was to come. Maybe he didn't know. But I shoot huge loads and the few times I do get sucked, I warn the cocksucker about my shooting because they always say they can take it and they almost never can. But I didn't want him to be me, the feeder. Catch the cocksucker off guard, let him work for it, surprise him - and that's what this guy did.
For the life of me, it is quite possible the biggest load I have ever swallowed. And let's face it, that's saying something. A few times I've been 'round that track......
I promised him I wouldn't contact him, but if he ever wanted another go-round, he knew how to get a hold of me.
He came to me via a CL ad I placed. Either too cavalier or stupid to use an email account that doesn't have his first and last name on it, he was looking for a noon-time blowjob. He was new to me.
50 or 55, 5'11", 180, dark, greased back hair with a hint of grey to it. The scalloped wedding ring. And a diamond stud in his left ear - one he was way too old to be try to pull that off. With the clothes he wore, he would remind you off a guy who managed a Merry-Go-Round, if they still existed (or maybe they do).
Neither here nor there. I wasn't there to judge him on his dress or earring, but on his 7.5" cock he claimed to have. I was skeptical as I rubbed him through his pants. I was still not sure as I rubbed him through his tight boxer briefs.
Once those came down, out sprang a semi-hard 5" penis.
Respectable, but I wasn't sure it would get to the advertised size.
With a hit of poppers, I placed my lips to his head and immediately sank all the way down. No teasing - not yet.
With my mouth I helped him grow. We'd all like to think it was just with out mouths or asses, but some of it is mental on their part too. Yes, we as a gender think with out dicks, but we can't always control them with our northern brain.
He did grow to his full size. But maybe 7.25". Still not bad and a good sized thickness.
The man was beyond reserved. It would take him a few therapy sessions to get TO reserved, he was that low key. No words. No sounds. Not a grunt or groan as I worked his meat with my lips, mouth, tongue and throat.
A few times, he touched my left, and only left shoulder, while pivoting himself slightly to his left. At first I thought he was just steadying himself for the head I was giving. After the third time, I made an assumption is was some kind of physical indication he was close to orgasm.
I can normally tell by other reactions, but he had such small nuts to begin with, feeling if they pulled up and in was a no-go. His lack of response, verbally, to my attention was a non-starter.
But with his head at my throat, I felt a pulse. Then two, then three. He was shooting directly into my throat.
Since I like to taste it, I pulled back. Four, five, six, seven - up to nine pulses, easily. Each time I thought the volume would slow down or lessen, it remained at least as strong as the one before.
I am proud to say I kept every fucking drop. I am not as proud to say how much I struggled to keep up with the amount of seed this guy had. I struggled, I gagged, my eyes watered a bit.
I like to think I'm a better cocksucker than this, but on the other hand, I need to be challenged now and again. I like my limits pushed. I like honing my skills. This guy did that.
What kills me is, he wasn't trying to do any of that. He was standing as still as possible, saying absolutely nothing, and letting some unknown guy take his dick into his mouth.
I'm glad he gave me no warning of what was to come. Maybe he didn't know. But I shoot huge loads and the few times I do get sucked, I warn the cocksucker about my shooting because they always say they can take it and they almost never can. But I didn't want him to be me, the feeder. Catch the cocksucker off guard, let him work for it, surprise him - and that's what this guy did.
For the life of me, it is quite possible the biggest load I have ever swallowed. And let's face it, that's saying something. A few times I've been 'round that track......
I promised him I wouldn't contact him, but if he ever wanted another go-round, he knew how to get a hold of me.
Wednesday, October 09, 2013
Bartender
I get a message on Scruff as I was working. A guy saying 'hey' and 'what's up?'
I said I was on-line, looking for a load, "if I am being honest", I added. He liked that.
His screen name was 'Sir' and is a total top. So when he asked where I wanted the load, I was smart enough to answer, "that's not up to me, Sir". He liked that even more.
He was working too, but at a bar. It was 12:30p, how many people could be in a fucking gay bar a little after noon? Apparently one. The customer must be a sad sack or bar-fly. But the bartender said we could use the men's room for me to suck him off.
I had some time, so I agreed. I told him I'd be there in 30. It'd take me 20, but I knew I needed gas, so the moral of this story is never be on fumes - you don't know when you'll have an immediate sex opportunity.
31, 6'2", a slim 165. Buzzed head - he looked like a slightly emaciated skinhead. His profile picture didn't do him any justice, something I'd tell him after we finished. He was much more handsome in real life.
When I got to the bar, there were now three customers. I missed him sending me a message saying to 'forget it' as he was now busy. I was already outside the bar - fuck it, I was going in. Two of the three customers finished their "lunch" by slamming them back and leaving - which left the one other customer.
With no words, the bartender walked to the bathroom. I followed about a minute later, which I'm sure was obvious to the remaining customer. If he was a regular, he'd probably seen this played out before. I highly doubt this was the first and only time this has happened.
The bathroom had a stall with a door. No bartender to be seen, so I pushed open the stall door and there he stood - massaging his already exposed cock. It was a nice size, but still soft - hard to say where it would go.
I shut and locked the door, dropped my pants and sat on the toilet. I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth. He liked it. I worked it up - all 7.5". Think inches, but still 7.5.
The cock went deep in my throat. I was aggressive at sucking, but he took my head into his hands for control. I have to remember who is a top and who is a pushy bottom. I rather not be that guy, but some claim to be tops really have no idea, but this guy did.
We were there for about five minutes and he warned he was getting close. At this point I assumed it would be all mouth action, but he pushed me off his dick and asked me where I wanted the load. I, again, deferred to him, but he wasn't having any of that.
"Where do YOU want the load?" "Up my ass", came the reply. He got a shit-eating grin on his face and in a second I was standing, pants still around the ankles and bent over the toilet.
While still taking a hit of poppers, he jammed his prick into my hole. I believe he had fucking skills, just not space or time to use them.
The man fucked me for another five minutes and asked, through his now shallow breath, "where do you want this load?" Again, I said, up my ass. He came back with, "are you sure?". At that point, I reached behind me and found his belt loops, as his pants were not pulled down. I grabbed a hold of those and pulled him into me.
That was all it took. The man unloaded and unloaded and unloaded into my ass. I could feel it - the twitching, the heat.
As his breathing started to regulate, the door opened. He signaled for me to be quiet, but anyone could have seen two sets of feet, both facing the same direction, in that stall. The positioning of the feel would have easily indicated someone standing right behind someone else....so close, in fact, that they'd still be in them......which he was.
The bartender did not go soft. ...or at least, that soft.
Wouldn't you know it, the new occupant had to be the only person in a gay bar in the middle of the day who'd wash and blow dry his hands after peeing. C'mon, you know most in a dump like that wouldn't - or wouldn't even know they should.
The bartender says he has to move because that was not the same customer that was out there. He slips out of my ass and before he has a chance to see if he needs to tidy up, I go down on him for a minute. He seems grateful.
But he stuffs his softening cock back into his pants, no underwear and heads out. I stay put for a minute and actually wash my hands.
I go back to the bar where my ginger ale is now watered down by the melted ice. I get a look from both patrons, but barely an acknowledgment from the bartender.
He got what he wanted. I got what I needed.
If he sees me on-line again and reaches out, that's great, but I won't stalk or bother him at all.
I said I was on-line, looking for a load, "if I am being honest", I added. He liked that.
His screen name was 'Sir' and is a total top. So when he asked where I wanted the load, I was smart enough to answer, "that's not up to me, Sir". He liked that even more.
He was working too, but at a bar. It was 12:30p, how many people could be in a fucking gay bar a little after noon? Apparently one. The customer must be a sad sack or bar-fly. But the bartender said we could use the men's room for me to suck him off.
I had some time, so I agreed. I told him I'd be there in 30. It'd take me 20, but I knew I needed gas, so the moral of this story is never be on fumes - you don't know when you'll have an immediate sex opportunity.
31, 6'2", a slim 165. Buzzed head - he looked like a slightly emaciated skinhead. His profile picture didn't do him any justice, something I'd tell him after we finished. He was much more handsome in real life.
When I got to the bar, there were now three customers. I missed him sending me a message saying to 'forget it' as he was now busy. I was already outside the bar - fuck it, I was going in. Two of the three customers finished their "lunch" by slamming them back and leaving - which left the one other customer.
With no words, the bartender walked to the bathroom. I followed about a minute later, which I'm sure was obvious to the remaining customer. If he was a regular, he'd probably seen this played out before. I highly doubt this was the first and only time this has happened.
The bathroom had a stall with a door. No bartender to be seen, so I pushed open the stall door and there he stood - massaging his already exposed cock. It was a nice size, but still soft - hard to say where it would go.
I shut and locked the door, dropped my pants and sat on the toilet. I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth. He liked it. I worked it up - all 7.5". Think inches, but still 7.5.
The cock went deep in my throat. I was aggressive at sucking, but he took my head into his hands for control. I have to remember who is a top and who is a pushy bottom. I rather not be that guy, but some claim to be tops really have no idea, but this guy did.
We were there for about five minutes and he warned he was getting close. At this point I assumed it would be all mouth action, but he pushed me off his dick and asked me where I wanted the load. I, again, deferred to him, but he wasn't having any of that.
"Where do YOU want the load?" "Up my ass", came the reply. He got a shit-eating grin on his face and in a second I was standing, pants still around the ankles and bent over the toilet.
While still taking a hit of poppers, he jammed his prick into my hole. I believe he had fucking skills, just not space or time to use them.
The man fucked me for another five minutes and asked, through his now shallow breath, "where do you want this load?" Again, I said, up my ass. He came back with, "are you sure?". At that point, I reached behind me and found his belt loops, as his pants were not pulled down. I grabbed a hold of those and pulled him into me.
That was all it took. The man unloaded and unloaded and unloaded into my ass. I could feel it - the twitching, the heat.
As his breathing started to regulate, the door opened. He signaled for me to be quiet, but anyone could have seen two sets of feet, both facing the same direction, in that stall. The positioning of the feel would have easily indicated someone standing right behind someone else....so close, in fact, that they'd still be in them......which he was.
The bartender did not go soft. ...or at least, that soft.
Wouldn't you know it, the new occupant had to be the only person in a gay bar in the middle of the day who'd wash and blow dry his hands after peeing. C'mon, you know most in a dump like that wouldn't - or wouldn't even know they should.
The bartender says he has to move because that was not the same customer that was out there. He slips out of my ass and before he has a chance to see if he needs to tidy up, I go down on him for a minute. He seems grateful.
But he stuffs his softening cock back into his pants, no underwear and heads out. I stay put for a minute and actually wash my hands.
I go back to the bar where my ginger ale is now watered down by the melted ice. I get a look from both patrons, but barely an acknowledgment from the bartender.
He got what he wanted. I got what I needed.
If he sees me on-line again and reaches out, that's great, but I won't stalk or bother him at all.
Friday, October 04, 2013
4 Times
The cock was 7.5"...maybe a bit longer. It was thick. It was slightly curved upwards. I looked 'exactly' like this....
Maybe because it was the exact same cock.
He found me on A4A, but he was 30 miles away. I kind of dismissed him after he reached out to me and I saw the distance. Yet he was persistent. Very persistent. ...and fuck if he didn't say all the right things.
45, 5'9, 180. A decent build, but not great. It was more his cock, his attitude, his cockiness that appealed to me. Doesn't it always go that way when it comes to my preferences?
The apt was nice, but the bedroom was cramped and dark. It didn't matter - soon I was on my knees deepthroating that fucking shaft, all the way to the balls. He sipped his coffee while I did that. Engaged, yet detached. A nice combo.
Within minutes we were on his bed. Or futon. It wasn't comfortable, but I wasn't there for comfort exactly.
He said he was an expert at getting his cock into an ass, and he was good. I might have undersold my experience, but he didn't need to know that. I've had a few up there, even his size.
I blossom for him, he sinks in. He bottoms out. He starts moving. All on his timetable, not mine.
If I am comfortable, or not, is not his concern. He moves at his pace, and that is a driving, motion that pulls back and dives forward. Drives forward.
My head hits against the cement wall - time and again. Moving pillows behind it helps for about six thrusts then it is back to scalp on cement. Oddly I am more ok with this than he is, but it's not my bedroom.
He sweats. A lot. I'm guessing he's lost two liters in the two hours I'm eventually there - and most of it falls onto me, as I will always be below him.
The fucker plays with my nipples, which I know, and now he does, that my ass spasms around his buried cock. It also makes me weak. Weaker. I'm already in a vulnerable position, but that's ok, I've put myself here. He had something to do with it, but not most of it.
He wants to kiss. I do not, but he insists and I'm in little position to argue. His lips hit mine.
He likes the banter - about how much he likes to fuck. How he'd never come in me without my permission. I know he's lying, but I can play that game. I tell him, no matter what, to pull out of me before ejaculation. He changes the subject, to absolve himself of what will happen.
The first time - it is an hour. He barely loses rigidity even when he has to take a slight break. After he's back in, he's at full mast. The fucking continues. It feels good. He finally "promises me" he won't cum in me. That is, until he does.
His eyes close, his head goes slightly back and he makes those noises that don't actually form words. I can't feel the semen, but I feel every twitch of his cock. The fuck has been an hour.
He stays in. He moves his dick to make sure his load goes deeper. I push back against his shaft. Clearly, I'm helping.
He doesn't withdraw. He starts pumping. Harder this time.
"You want another load?"
When I arrived he told me he could give me two, possibly three. But after an hour with the first, I was kind of out of time....or close to it. He ignored my thought of needing to leave. He pushed forward.............and pulled back. And repeat.
In 10 minutes, he was depositing load number two up my ass.
He's taken his cock out and kissing me again. He's still hard. Maybe he took ED pills before my arrival. Maybe he's like this. I don't know.
He tells me I have an invitation to come back - and he's put both invites up my ass. He's rubbing my leg with his cock. His still hard cock.
He slips a finger in my hole to make sure nothing is leaking out. He's impressed with the grip I have that none of his seed is escaping. I knew it wouldn't. He replaces his finger with his cock - pushing his load deeper.
The pushing of the load becomes another round of fucking. HARD fucking. My head is really hitting the wall. His downstairs neighbors must hate him....or be in awe. One of the two. In another 7-10 minutes load three goes into me.
I can not tell the amount from 1, 2 or 3. Does it matter? It's all in there. Mixing.
He's out of me again. We are at the absolute limit of time - I had had had to leave. He had to work. But he's still fucking hard. He's wiping his fucking dripping body with a towel, it seems to do little good.
He doesn't care about the time at this point - and I'm caring less. "Pull your legs back". I comply. I've come this far - why not keep going?
For another 15 minutes he fucks me. I think he couldn't possibly shoot again, yet he does. The FOURTH time.
Maybe at this point he was shooting blanks - I have no idea. But he was orgasming. You could see it in his face and his body tensing.
He pulls out and stands next to the bed. He wasn't the only one tensed. My legs were trembling involuntarily. We had just hit hour #2. My ass was sore - or at least tender. He had been tenderizing it, making the tissue swell inside, for over 120 minutes, almost non-stop.
Again, he "claims" to not have actually cum in me. He's back on that smart-ass kind of back and forth. He waves his cock 18 or so inches from my face to say, it's slick but it's not cum. ...and if I wanted to make sure, I could get closer.
So I got closer. And closer. Soon my mouth was wrapped around the head. Then further down the shaft. Then down to the balls.
Yes, when you got to the base, it kind of had a hint of ass smell on the dick. I told him it didn't taste like ass. I told him it didn't taste like cum either. He kept up the pretense then it must never actually happened.
However, the next morning, I ended up losing his loads, as I clearly held onto them for about 16 hours.
When I mentioned that to him via text, he told me they must have been someone else's and that I was faggot for letting a guy shoot up my ass. Nice touch.
I have been invited back, and while it's a long drive, I just might take him up on it. Possibly next week.
Maybe because it was the exact same cock.
He found me on A4A, but he was 30 miles away. I kind of dismissed him after he reached out to me and I saw the distance. Yet he was persistent. Very persistent. ...and fuck if he didn't say all the right things.
45, 5'9, 180. A decent build, but not great. It was more his cock, his attitude, his cockiness that appealed to me. Doesn't it always go that way when it comes to my preferences?
The apt was nice, but the bedroom was cramped and dark. It didn't matter - soon I was on my knees deepthroating that fucking shaft, all the way to the balls. He sipped his coffee while I did that. Engaged, yet detached. A nice combo.
Within minutes we were on his bed. Or futon. It wasn't comfortable, but I wasn't there for comfort exactly.
He said he was an expert at getting his cock into an ass, and he was good. I might have undersold my experience, but he didn't need to know that. I've had a few up there, even his size.
I blossom for him, he sinks in. He bottoms out. He starts moving. All on his timetable, not mine.
If I am comfortable, or not, is not his concern. He moves at his pace, and that is a driving, motion that pulls back and dives forward. Drives forward.
My head hits against the cement wall - time and again. Moving pillows behind it helps for about six thrusts then it is back to scalp on cement. Oddly I am more ok with this than he is, but it's not my bedroom.
He sweats. A lot. I'm guessing he's lost two liters in the two hours I'm eventually there - and most of it falls onto me, as I will always be below him.
The fucker plays with my nipples, which I know, and now he does, that my ass spasms around his buried cock. It also makes me weak. Weaker. I'm already in a vulnerable position, but that's ok, I've put myself here. He had something to do with it, but not most of it.
He wants to kiss. I do not, but he insists and I'm in little position to argue. His lips hit mine.
He likes the banter - about how much he likes to fuck. How he'd never come in me without my permission. I know he's lying, but I can play that game. I tell him, no matter what, to pull out of me before ejaculation. He changes the subject, to absolve himself of what will happen.
The first time - it is an hour. He barely loses rigidity even when he has to take a slight break. After he's back in, he's at full mast. The fucking continues. It feels good. He finally "promises me" he won't cum in me. That is, until he does.
His eyes close, his head goes slightly back and he makes those noises that don't actually form words. I can't feel the semen, but I feel every twitch of his cock. The fuck has been an hour.
He stays in. He moves his dick to make sure his load goes deeper. I push back against his shaft. Clearly, I'm helping.
He doesn't withdraw. He starts pumping. Harder this time.
"You want another load?"
When I arrived he told me he could give me two, possibly three. But after an hour with the first, I was kind of out of time....or close to it. He ignored my thought of needing to leave. He pushed forward.............and pulled back. And repeat.
In 10 minutes, he was depositing load number two up my ass.
He's taken his cock out and kissing me again. He's still hard. Maybe he took ED pills before my arrival. Maybe he's like this. I don't know.
He tells me I have an invitation to come back - and he's put both invites up my ass. He's rubbing my leg with his cock. His still hard cock.
He slips a finger in my hole to make sure nothing is leaking out. He's impressed with the grip I have that none of his seed is escaping. I knew it wouldn't. He replaces his finger with his cock - pushing his load deeper.
The pushing of the load becomes another round of fucking. HARD fucking. My head is really hitting the wall. His downstairs neighbors must hate him....or be in awe. One of the two. In another 7-10 minutes load three goes into me.
I can not tell the amount from 1, 2 or 3. Does it matter? It's all in there. Mixing.
He's out of me again. We are at the absolute limit of time - I had had had to leave. He had to work. But he's still fucking hard. He's wiping his fucking dripping body with a towel, it seems to do little good.
He doesn't care about the time at this point - and I'm caring less. "Pull your legs back". I comply. I've come this far - why not keep going?
For another 15 minutes he fucks me. I think he couldn't possibly shoot again, yet he does. The FOURTH time.
Maybe at this point he was shooting blanks - I have no idea. But he was orgasming. You could see it in his face and his body tensing.
He pulls out and stands next to the bed. He wasn't the only one tensed. My legs were trembling involuntarily. We had just hit hour #2. My ass was sore - or at least tender. He had been tenderizing it, making the tissue swell inside, for over 120 minutes, almost non-stop.
Again, he "claims" to not have actually cum in me. He's back on that smart-ass kind of back and forth. He waves his cock 18 or so inches from my face to say, it's slick but it's not cum. ...and if I wanted to make sure, I could get closer.
So I got closer. And closer. Soon my mouth was wrapped around the head. Then further down the shaft. Then down to the balls.
Yes, when you got to the base, it kind of had a hint of ass smell on the dick. I told him it didn't taste like ass. I told him it didn't taste like cum either. He kept up the pretense then it must never actually happened.
However, the next morning, I ended up losing his loads, as I clearly held onto them for about 16 hours.
When I mentioned that to him via text, he told me they must have been someone else's and that I was faggot for letting a guy shoot up my ass. Nice touch.
I have been invited back, and while it's a long drive, I just might take him up on it. Possibly next week.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Not a Word
He came alone.
Except for the first time Gnarly Dicked Dad and I hooked-up, he's always brought a "buddy" with him to watch or participate. The way he set up this encounter made me think someone would be tagging along.
I like the tag-alongs.
But here he was at the door. Alone.
That meant nothing. His "friends" have been known to show up after we have gotten started. But I didn't ask, as GDD was on the phone. Well, his phone was on, as was his bluetooth device. As I opened the door, he put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet and then pointed to the device around his ear.
He walked in and to my office, listening to the conversation, of which I could hear voices but not actual words. I assumed he was wrapping up his call and we'd begin our scene. I checked work email and such, but he began dropping his zipper, then his belt, then his pants.
I got the message. This was starting NOW.
I went over and dropped to my knees - he started talking to his client and colleagues about recruitment packages for CFOs and upper management. I stuffed my mouth with his cock.
This cock:
It is a nice fat piece of meat. He knows it - and he knows I know it. The guy isn't exactly a looker (he's not horrible either), but he's confident with a big dick and that counts for a fuck of a lot.
I slobbered on the shaft. I deep throated that monster meat. I bobbed. I licked. I nibbled.
I did all the things that a cocksucker can and should do to a slab of beef.
Of course, I also worked his sac.
I am more a fan of the licking the nuts than the sucking of them, but I'll do whatever the guy needs or wants. He was up for licking.
I noticed, and wondered if his phone colleagues did, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He never muted them, so he wasn't doing it for my benefit. He always seemed in complete control, so maybe he was unaware how his respiration's had changed.
I was actually palming his meat while I was down licking his nuts when he tapped me on the head and pointed to his dick with some urgency. I placed my lips over the head and sank down about three-quarters of the way when his honey poured out into my mouth.
Then it shot. And shot. And shot.
He never made a sound. I could hear his staff still chatting with the client. He never gave up the ghost of what might be going on right under their noses....or ears, as the case may be.
I nursed that dick too. I swallowed his seed while his cock was still in my mouth then would tighten my mouth and lips to orally squeeze out any little drop remaining.
And even after I extracted that rod from my mouth, I used my hands to squeeze two more pearls out which I made disappear before his eyes, as he was looking right down at me - literally and figuratively.
I sat back on my heels and he stood up, pulled up his pants, fastened them and walked out while still on his call - never saying one word to me.
Except for the first time Gnarly Dicked Dad and I hooked-up, he's always brought a "buddy" with him to watch or participate. The way he set up this encounter made me think someone would be tagging along.
I like the tag-alongs.
But here he was at the door. Alone.
That meant nothing. His "friends" have been known to show up after we have gotten started. But I didn't ask, as GDD was on the phone. Well, his phone was on, as was his bluetooth device. As I opened the door, he put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet and then pointed to the device around his ear.
He walked in and to my office, listening to the conversation, of which I could hear voices but not actual words. I assumed he was wrapping up his call and we'd begin our scene. I checked work email and such, but he began dropping his zipper, then his belt, then his pants.
I got the message. This was starting NOW.
I went over and dropped to my knees - he started talking to his client and colleagues about recruitment packages for CFOs and upper management. I stuffed my mouth with his cock.
This cock:
It is a nice fat piece of meat. He knows it - and he knows I know it. The guy isn't exactly a looker (he's not horrible either), but he's confident with a big dick and that counts for a fuck of a lot.
I slobbered on the shaft. I deep throated that monster meat. I bobbed. I licked. I nibbled.
I did all the things that a cocksucker can and should do to a slab of beef.
Of course, I also worked his sac.
I am more a fan of the licking the nuts than the sucking of them, but I'll do whatever the guy needs or wants. He was up for licking.
I noticed, and wondered if his phone colleagues did, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He never muted them, so he wasn't doing it for my benefit. He always seemed in complete control, so maybe he was unaware how his respiration's had changed.
I was actually palming his meat while I was down licking his nuts when he tapped me on the head and pointed to his dick with some urgency. I placed my lips over the head and sank down about three-quarters of the way when his honey poured out into my mouth.
Then it shot. And shot. And shot.
He never made a sound. I could hear his staff still chatting with the client. He never gave up the ghost of what might be going on right under their noses....or ears, as the case may be.
I nursed that dick too. I swallowed his seed while his cock was still in my mouth then would tighten my mouth and lips to orally squeeze out any little drop remaining.
And even after I extracted that rod from my mouth, I used my hands to squeeze two more pearls out which I made disappear before his eyes, as he was looking right down at me - literally and figuratively.
I sat back on my heels and he stood up, pulled up his pants, fastened them and walked out while still on his call - never saying one word to me.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Strictly Academic
He got a hold of me on Adam4Adam.
I don't know how the demographics work in other cities with this app is, but it skews heavily to African-American men. This isn't an issue for me, if it were, I wouldn't have my profile up on the site.
Here he was, an African-American man from across the country, yet only a mile away, hitting me up and saying things to get my engine revving.
He was 43, 6'3", 190 with 8". It was a good start. His profile even said he was on the DL. I knew not to ask for a face pic.
He was a top who was ok with oral but that was not his end-game. He wanted ass. That was ok. I was in the mood to take it.
But before we got to that, there was a lot of back and forth "chat". He started with how my ass looked, and how he liked it. It went on about how he thought I'd be into sucking him but hoped I'd "feel the urge to take it up your ass at some point".
He got points for directness.
He went on to tell me how he could imagine the hole twitching at the touch of his nice hard cock. Fuck that, bud - it was twitching while reading the text message.
He (I got no name) continued on how he'd keep me guessing with a slow fuck, then faster, then not - wanting to create sensations in my ass.
I was done with the chatter, but was up front with him. I needed time to "prep" for that but he replied back that he was in a hotel room down the road and had to check out in 40 minutes. Drat.
He said he liked to get head too - making a cocksucker take his dick into the throat, make him hold his breath and even gag, pulling it out to see spit on his dark meat. Then he went right back into 'fuck' mode - saying how sucking is just a prelude to a good fuck - and that he liked to alternate between the ass and mouth.
He was saying all the right things. He insisted he didn't press the ass to mouth things, but when I said he should, he amped it up a bit after I told him a firm grip on my head wouldn't give me much of an out of not taking it that way. He took the bait.
I said I'd be down in 5-7 minutes. He was waiting outside and since I had no face pic of him, I knew, but he was not what I expected.
This guys was button downed, white collar, salt and pepper haired black. He was upstanding, but I should have known that by the hotel in which he was staying. He looked like a professor at the college to which the hotel was adjacent. He probably was one and visiting at that.
The guy said he'd already checked out of his room. I was aggressive and told him to go back in and tell them he was checking out at 1:15p, since his airport shuttle came at 1:30p. He did - and got the key back and told me his room number.
By the time I reached it, his pants were down and shoes were off. He removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, but it remained on as did his undershirt.
Since we had 30 minutes at most, I was down on my knees sucking his 7" semi hard dark dick. It only got about an inch longer as it stiffened, but that was cool. I love that he hangs big. Soon enough, that cock was pointing right at me.
He pulled me up by my pits and placed me on the edge of his bed, on my back. With my spit and some from his mouth to hand to dick, he lined up and started to put pressure on my hole. As he had predicted in an earlier text, it blossomed and opened up for him. Slowly and steadily he pushed in until I felt his wiry short hairs against my cheeks.
The man was determined. You could see it in his face. His tongue was out and almost glued to his lips, was the intensity look he was sporting. Concentration on getting it, keeping it in and fucking me, all while mentally knowing he had a deadline.
Mr. Traveler was taking long, deep, dick strokes. Each one was hitting rock bottom in me, yet his face remained stoic. I wasn't sure he was enjoying it until as he bottomed out, I gave a few squeezes of my muscles around his shaft.
His eyes closed for a second, he stopped moving and he quivered. He told me I was a "white bitch".
While I liked that and wanted to respond in kind, the man in the text was dirty, the man on top of me seemed a bit more refined and upstanding, even though he had his cock in a stranger. I didn't dare respond to his 'white bitch" comment.
For another five minutes he continued to fuck me. The verbal he delivered in his text didn't translate to during the deed. But he had co-workers in near-by rooms, so who knows.
Due to lack of facial expressions, for the most part, and little verbal, I wasn't aware he was so close.
"You want it up your ass". There was no question mark on that sentence.
"You're gonna put it up there no matter what I say", was my comeback. "You're damned right".
He bit his lip, closed his eyes, concentrated and pumped for another 60 seconds or so before I felt his dick just spasm inside of me. I could feel every twitch of that black cock. He just continued to flood my guts.
As he eventually withdrew, he told me I was the best piece of ass he had since being in town. I wasn't surprised he'd sampled others, but it was nice to know I met or exceeded his expectations.
He went to the bathroom just as housekeeping knocked on the door. He was approaching 1:15p. I slipped on my shorts, I thanked him for the fuck, he nodded and l left.
Hours later, assuming he was at the airport or between flights, he texted me: "Sorry it was so rushed. I'm glad I got what I needed and pleased you gave it up for me".
Spoken like a fucking true top!
I don't know how the demographics work in other cities with this app is, but it skews heavily to African-American men. This isn't an issue for me, if it were, I wouldn't have my profile up on the site.
Here he was, an African-American man from across the country, yet only a mile away, hitting me up and saying things to get my engine revving.
He was 43, 6'3", 190 with 8". It was a good start. His profile even said he was on the DL. I knew not to ask for a face pic.
He was a top who was ok with oral but that was not his end-game. He wanted ass. That was ok. I was in the mood to take it.
But before we got to that, there was a lot of back and forth "chat". He started with how my ass looked, and how he liked it. It went on about how he thought I'd be into sucking him but hoped I'd "feel the urge to take it up your ass at some point".
He got points for directness.
He went on to tell me how he could imagine the hole twitching at the touch of his nice hard cock. Fuck that, bud - it was twitching while reading the text message.
He (I got no name) continued on how he'd keep me guessing with a slow fuck, then faster, then not - wanting to create sensations in my ass.
I was done with the chatter, but was up front with him. I needed time to "prep" for that but he replied back that he was in a hotel room down the road and had to check out in 40 minutes. Drat.
He said he liked to get head too - making a cocksucker take his dick into the throat, make him hold his breath and even gag, pulling it out to see spit on his dark meat. Then he went right back into 'fuck' mode - saying how sucking is just a prelude to a good fuck - and that he liked to alternate between the ass and mouth.
He was saying all the right things. He insisted he didn't press the ass to mouth things, but when I said he should, he amped it up a bit after I told him a firm grip on my head wouldn't give me much of an out of not taking it that way. He took the bait.
I said I'd be down in 5-7 minutes. He was waiting outside and since I had no face pic of him, I knew, but he was not what I expected.
This guys was button downed, white collar, salt and pepper haired black. He was upstanding, but I should have known that by the hotel in which he was staying. He looked like a professor at the college to which the hotel was adjacent. He probably was one and visiting at that.
The guy said he'd already checked out of his room. I was aggressive and told him to go back in and tell them he was checking out at 1:15p, since his airport shuttle came at 1:30p. He did - and got the key back and told me his room number.
By the time I reached it, his pants were down and shoes were off. He removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, but it remained on as did his undershirt.
Since we had 30 minutes at most, I was down on my knees sucking his 7" semi hard dark dick. It only got about an inch longer as it stiffened, but that was cool. I love that he hangs big. Soon enough, that cock was pointing right at me.
He pulled me up by my pits and placed me on the edge of his bed, on my back. With my spit and some from his mouth to hand to dick, he lined up and started to put pressure on my hole. As he had predicted in an earlier text, it blossomed and opened up for him. Slowly and steadily he pushed in until I felt his wiry short hairs against my cheeks.
The man was determined. You could see it in his face. His tongue was out and almost glued to his lips, was the intensity look he was sporting. Concentration on getting it, keeping it in and fucking me, all while mentally knowing he had a deadline.
Mr. Traveler was taking long, deep, dick strokes. Each one was hitting rock bottom in me, yet his face remained stoic. I wasn't sure he was enjoying it until as he bottomed out, I gave a few squeezes of my muscles around his shaft.
His eyes closed for a second, he stopped moving and he quivered. He told me I was a "white bitch".
While I liked that and wanted to respond in kind, the man in the text was dirty, the man on top of me seemed a bit more refined and upstanding, even though he had his cock in a stranger. I didn't dare respond to his 'white bitch" comment.
For another five minutes he continued to fuck me. The verbal he delivered in his text didn't translate to during the deed. But he had co-workers in near-by rooms, so who knows.
Due to lack of facial expressions, for the most part, and little verbal, I wasn't aware he was so close.
"You want it up your ass". There was no question mark on that sentence.
"You're gonna put it up there no matter what I say", was my comeback. "You're damned right".
He bit his lip, closed his eyes, concentrated and pumped for another 60 seconds or so before I felt his dick just spasm inside of me. I could feel every twitch of that black cock. He just continued to flood my guts.
As he eventually withdrew, he told me I was the best piece of ass he had since being in town. I wasn't surprised he'd sampled others, but it was nice to know I met or exceeded his expectations.
He went to the bathroom just as housekeeping knocked on the door. He was approaching 1:15p. I slipped on my shorts, I thanked him for the fuck, he nodded and l left.
Hours later, assuming he was at the airport or between flights, he texted me: "Sorry it was so rushed. I'm glad I got what I needed and pleased you gave it up for me".
Spoken like a fucking true top!
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Beat the C(l)ock
Sometimes timing is the worst enemy we have when it comes to having sex. There is the guy, the place, the want, but not the time - either that he's free, you're free or things unexpectedly get in the way.
Most of the time when something "suddenly comes up", you figure the guy is flaking, because usually they are. But I know this guy was not - if something came up, then it did indeed happen.
You've read about our exploits here, here and here.
Due to some scheduling and other unexpected delays (for both of us), we have not gotten together for a few months, but that was to change last week. It happened and it didn't all at the same time.
As I was on my way to get fucked at his place, he sends me a message of delay and possibly cancellation. FUCK! I needed this and wanted this. He did too.
Since I had driven that far, I hung out at a Starbucks for a bit, biding my time. He eventually told me to stop over if I wanted, but didn't promise the chance of anything happening. Hell, I'd made it that far, why not at least stop in?
He got off one conference call but had maybe 15-30 minutes tops before the next one.
For anyone else, 30 minutes would be fine, but this is a man who fucked me for 60, 75 and 90 minutes respectively. I don't think he knows what a 30 minute fuck is. I'm not sure he knows that 30 minutes is 15-20 minutes longer than most guys go for. He's a champ. A fuck champ.
I was already for a quick fuck session, but he wanted my mouth - on his and on his cock. I did both for a while. Only then was it off his bed and into his sling.
I have only been in a sling once, it was years ago and I can't say I enjoyed it - not so much the apparatus as the guy standing between my spread legs. And a sling in a basement on a January day, is a cold cold thing to lay back on when naked.
But here I was, laying back on his sling, my feel over to the side placed on a type of bar, letting him step between my legs at just the right height for him. As it should be, it is his sling.
Where I guess one could feel vulnerable, I didn't. I wasn't shackled anywhere, and even if I were, I know this guy enough to feel safe. We joked about a safe word and if 'stop' counted. It doesn't.
The man stepped up, lubed his 7" dick and pushed it through my opening. It felt so fucking good.
It'd been so long for us, he hesitated for a few to see if I was alright - and trust me I was. He proceeded to insert his cock inch by inch until he was fully in. Then we started moving.
Actually, I was unaware of if the the sling provided anything other than a good height to penetrate me. I didn't feel myself move or sway that much with the fucking. But fuck he did.
The man is good at what he does. I'm guessing with others too, but I can only speak for me. I felt his dick deep in me and the more we went at it the harder he fucked. ...and nice and steady too. There wasn't much let up.
Now and again, I know he glanced over my shoulder, and I'm guessing at a clock. I could hear IMs being sent to his work PC in the other room, and I know he was cognizant of it as well. That said, he didn't break stride to worry about it too much, though we both know he had an end point to this fuck.
He did pull out and go down on his knees to eat my just fucked hole. It felt fucking incredible - and I let him and possibly his upstairs neighbor know it. He jacked while he was down there.
I figured he was trying to get close so he could finish the deal, but deep down I knew it wouldn't happen. This is a man who fucks me for 60-90 minutes for a reason. He likes the fuck, the build-up and the ejaculation it brings. 30 minutes of fucking is a quickie for this man - with no guarantee of shooting.
I hated that I felt I put him on the spot by stopping by when I knew we might not have a chance for any activity let alone 30 minutes of bumping uglies.
Still, he fed his cock back up my chute and started fucking me again - but not for his ejaculation, but for mine.
He wanted to see me cum and fuck it, even though I don't do it a lot with guys, I was going to show him how much he turned me on.
Yeah - I shot everywhere. He even joked I hit his wall behind my head. I didn't, but I did see a shot go past my eyes and probably over the sling and onto the floor. I'm sure he has seen bigger messes.
Just then he had to be back for a webex.
By the time I got my clothes on, he was already dressed and back at his home office desk. I quietly let myself out..........until next time.
So yeah - he didn't beat the clock, but I did.
Most of the time when something "suddenly comes up", you figure the guy is flaking, because usually they are. But I know this guy was not - if something came up, then it did indeed happen.
You've read about our exploits here, here and here.
Due to some scheduling and other unexpected delays (for both of us), we have not gotten together for a few months, but that was to change last week. It happened and it didn't all at the same time.
As I was on my way to get fucked at his place, he sends me a message of delay and possibly cancellation. FUCK! I needed this and wanted this. He did too.
Since I had driven that far, I hung out at a Starbucks for a bit, biding my time. He eventually told me to stop over if I wanted, but didn't promise the chance of anything happening. Hell, I'd made it that far, why not at least stop in?
He got off one conference call but had maybe 15-30 minutes tops before the next one.
For anyone else, 30 minutes would be fine, but this is a man who fucked me for 60, 75 and 90 minutes respectively. I don't think he knows what a 30 minute fuck is. I'm not sure he knows that 30 minutes is 15-20 minutes longer than most guys go for. He's a champ. A fuck champ.
I was already for a quick fuck session, but he wanted my mouth - on his and on his cock. I did both for a while. Only then was it off his bed and into his sling.
I have only been in a sling once, it was years ago and I can't say I enjoyed it - not so much the apparatus as the guy standing between my spread legs. And a sling in a basement on a January day, is a cold cold thing to lay back on when naked.
But here I was, laying back on his sling, my feel over to the side placed on a type of bar, letting him step between my legs at just the right height for him. As it should be, it is his sling.
Where I guess one could feel vulnerable, I didn't. I wasn't shackled anywhere, and even if I were, I know this guy enough to feel safe. We joked about a safe word and if 'stop' counted. It doesn't.
The man stepped up, lubed his 7" dick and pushed it through my opening. It felt so fucking good.
It'd been so long for us, he hesitated for a few to see if I was alright - and trust me I was. He proceeded to insert his cock inch by inch until he was fully in. Then we started moving.
Actually, I was unaware of if the the sling provided anything other than a good height to penetrate me. I didn't feel myself move or sway that much with the fucking. But fuck he did.
The man is good at what he does. I'm guessing with others too, but I can only speak for me. I felt his dick deep in me and the more we went at it the harder he fucked. ...and nice and steady too. There wasn't much let up.
Now and again, I know he glanced over my shoulder, and I'm guessing at a clock. I could hear IMs being sent to his work PC in the other room, and I know he was cognizant of it as well. That said, he didn't break stride to worry about it too much, though we both know he had an end point to this fuck.
He did pull out and go down on his knees to eat my just fucked hole. It felt fucking incredible - and I let him and possibly his upstairs neighbor know it. He jacked while he was down there.
I figured he was trying to get close so he could finish the deal, but deep down I knew it wouldn't happen. This is a man who fucks me for 60-90 minutes for a reason. He likes the fuck, the build-up and the ejaculation it brings. 30 minutes of fucking is a quickie for this man - with no guarantee of shooting.
I hated that I felt I put him on the spot by stopping by when I knew we might not have a chance for any activity let alone 30 minutes of bumping uglies.
Still, he fed his cock back up my chute and started fucking me again - but not for his ejaculation, but for mine.
He wanted to see me cum and fuck it, even though I don't do it a lot with guys, I was going to show him how much he turned me on.
Yeah - I shot everywhere. He even joked I hit his wall behind my head. I didn't, but I did see a shot go past my eyes and probably over the sling and onto the floor. I'm sure he has seen bigger messes.
Just then he had to be back for a webex.
By the time I got my clothes on, he was already dressed and back at his home office desk. I quietly let myself out..........until next time.
So yeah - he didn't beat the clock, but I did.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Gnarly Dicked Dad and a New Friend
You've read a few entries about Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) - here and here.
He still likes to bring over other men he's met to have me service them in front of him. He likes to be watched. He likes to be in charge. He likes the others to know he's in charge. I like that of him too.
I haven't written about all the times he's been over or all the guys. Most are average, but they always feed me. I like GDD's attitude and cock, but I hate that it is impossible for him to get off without using my hand or his. I have said before, I like knowing my mouth is good enough to get the job done and that I feel a sense of failure when I have to resort to manual methods.
But the other day was nice. Not so much for GDD, but I liked the guy he invited over.
GDD arrived first saying his 'friend' (he has never met these guys, he picks them up via the internet and pimps out my services) will be arriving in a few minutes, via bicycle. He mentions that he'll probably be sweaty.
I'm actually ok with that and GDD figured I would be.
As GDD begins to loosen his tie, a guy on a bike rides up. I go to open the door for him. He's 40ish, attractive, athletic. Not hard on the eyes.
He gets with all of us and he mentions he's just going to sit and watch. I can't say I was a little bummed, but I like to put on a show and I figure, this is his first time at something like this and he has to be eased into the scenario a time or two before he participates.
I kneel down in front of GDD and take his big, fat cock into my mouth. I make sure to make eye contact with "Steve" as I do it. But after that, I focus on my job.
GDD puts on a show for Steve and probably himself. He teases me with his cock. He slowly feeds me. He tells me how to use my tongue on his head (as if I don't know all the trade secrets!). He grabs both sides of my heads with his hands and fucks my face.
I am into it all. I take him to the root and hold it there, so everyone knows I am deep-throating that big rod.
While Steve was wicked attractive, I was paying little attention to him, as he was just watching.
GDD says, "does your wife blow you?" The answer was no, but with the addendum, "...but that's why I have so many girlfriends". A straight man who cheats is hot. One watching me blow another married father was hotter.
I went back to my blowjob. Steve was quiet. It was only through GDD's comments that I figured out that he got so excited watching that he unloaded into his hand an onto his own shaft.
No words were said. I came off GDD's shaft and crawled over to where Steve sat. He never tried to stop me as I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned off all the sperm that lay on his shaft. I saw some on his left thigh and took that too. As I came back up - Steve had the right idea, and again with no words, just expectations. He held out his right hand for me, and I cleaned off all the spunk that was on and between his fingers. Then he held out the other hand.
For whatever reason Steve only wanted to watch, he knew the score and was a willing participant. Judging by one of his comments to GDD, he clearly meant to just blow his load on my face, since I wasn't going to let me suck him this day.
I kind of figured that Steve would put his shorts on and leave after getting his nut, but he didn't. Well, he did put on his shorts, but he had every intention of staying until, as he put it, "took that load and swallowed every drop of it". I kind of admired the guy for sticking with it.
But as I said, GDD has an impossibility of getting off with just a mouth. He needs a hand - sometimes mine, sometimes his. So the process of getting him off was slow. I went to lick his balls. Steve pulled out his nuts from the top of his shorts. I was told by GDD to go suck them.
I did. Steve liked it. I pulled the shorts a little to the side so I could lick his taint a bit. He moaned. In a heartbeat, without me asking, his shorts were off all the way and I was lapping at that space. But you know me - I went deeper and farther south.
This guy had no issues with me getting near his asshole. My tongue hit it and he fucking loved it. I stopped enough to ask, "do your girlfriends do that???" He was panting, I didn't get an answer. I went back to the hole.
I lapped at it, kissed it and of course, snaked my tongue up there. I cleaned his funk - from his bike ride and the long day he had before that. Then I lay myself back on the floor and told him to sit on my face.
He didn't sit so much as squat. And for another five minutes I ate his ass out like a pro. The man didn't or couldn't form words. Clearly, I was doing an ok job.
Steve did sit back down so he could watch me finish off GDD. But GDD was in stroke mode and told me to stay where I was - on my back as he stood over me. I told him in no uncertain terms I still wanted that load in my mouth.
With his dick three feet above me, I watched him fist that thick shaft. I winked at Steve knowingly.
GDD gave all the signs of his impending orgasm. I got up on my elbows, arching my head his way to minimize the distance. He squatted down a bit, so dick and mouth were about 4" apart.
As always, he had a HUGE load - part going in my mouth, on my tongue or on my beard. Steve watched it all from the gallery. GDD's load just kept shooting too - and of course, for good measure, he flicked the remaining drops onto my face and rubbed his dick around for a few seconds to clean it off.
With Steve watching, I started to lick any missed drops up - first just by extending my tongue, then by using my fingers to push the remaining semen into my mouth.
Steve apparently has my email - hopefully he will use it for a one-on-one session. I think he knows what I can do now, and this time he can be the full recipient of my talent.
He still likes to bring over other men he's met to have me service them in front of him. He likes to be watched. He likes to be in charge. He likes the others to know he's in charge. I like that of him too.
I haven't written about all the times he's been over or all the guys. Most are average, but they always feed me. I like GDD's attitude and cock, but I hate that it is impossible for him to get off without using my hand or his. I have said before, I like knowing my mouth is good enough to get the job done and that I feel a sense of failure when I have to resort to manual methods.
But the other day was nice. Not so much for GDD, but I liked the guy he invited over.
GDD arrived first saying his 'friend' (he has never met these guys, he picks them up via the internet and pimps out my services) will be arriving in a few minutes, via bicycle. He mentions that he'll probably be sweaty.
I'm actually ok with that and GDD figured I would be.
As GDD begins to loosen his tie, a guy on a bike rides up. I go to open the door for him. He's 40ish, attractive, athletic. Not hard on the eyes.
He gets with all of us and he mentions he's just going to sit and watch. I can't say I was a little bummed, but I like to put on a show and I figure, this is his first time at something like this and he has to be eased into the scenario a time or two before he participates.
I kneel down in front of GDD and take his big, fat cock into my mouth. I make sure to make eye contact with "Steve" as I do it. But after that, I focus on my job.
GDD puts on a show for Steve and probably himself. He teases me with his cock. He slowly feeds me. He tells me how to use my tongue on his head (as if I don't know all the trade secrets!). He grabs both sides of my heads with his hands and fucks my face.
I am into it all. I take him to the root and hold it there, so everyone knows I am deep-throating that big rod.
While Steve was wicked attractive, I was paying little attention to him, as he was just watching.
GDD says, "does your wife blow you?" The answer was no, but with the addendum, "...but that's why I have so many girlfriends". A straight man who cheats is hot. One watching me blow another married father was hotter.
I went back to my blowjob. Steve was quiet. It was only through GDD's comments that I figured out that he got so excited watching that he unloaded into his hand an onto his own shaft.
No words were said. I came off GDD's shaft and crawled over to where Steve sat. He never tried to stop me as I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned off all the sperm that lay on his shaft. I saw some on his left thigh and took that too. As I came back up - Steve had the right idea, and again with no words, just expectations. He held out his right hand for me, and I cleaned off all the spunk that was on and between his fingers. Then he held out the other hand.
For whatever reason Steve only wanted to watch, he knew the score and was a willing participant. Judging by one of his comments to GDD, he clearly meant to just blow his load on my face, since I wasn't going to let me suck him this day.
I kind of figured that Steve would put his shorts on and leave after getting his nut, but he didn't. Well, he did put on his shorts, but he had every intention of staying until, as he put it, "took that load and swallowed every drop of it". I kind of admired the guy for sticking with it.
But as I said, GDD has an impossibility of getting off with just a mouth. He needs a hand - sometimes mine, sometimes his. So the process of getting him off was slow. I went to lick his balls. Steve pulled out his nuts from the top of his shorts. I was told by GDD to go suck them.
I did. Steve liked it. I pulled the shorts a little to the side so I could lick his taint a bit. He moaned. In a heartbeat, without me asking, his shorts were off all the way and I was lapping at that space. But you know me - I went deeper and farther south.
This guy had no issues with me getting near his asshole. My tongue hit it and he fucking loved it. I stopped enough to ask, "do your girlfriends do that???" He was panting, I didn't get an answer. I went back to the hole.
I lapped at it, kissed it and of course, snaked my tongue up there. I cleaned his funk - from his bike ride and the long day he had before that. Then I lay myself back on the floor and told him to sit on my face.
He didn't sit so much as squat. And for another five minutes I ate his ass out like a pro. The man didn't or couldn't form words. Clearly, I was doing an ok job.
Steve did sit back down so he could watch me finish off GDD. But GDD was in stroke mode and told me to stay where I was - on my back as he stood over me. I told him in no uncertain terms I still wanted that load in my mouth.
With his dick three feet above me, I watched him fist that thick shaft. I winked at Steve knowingly.
GDD gave all the signs of his impending orgasm. I got up on my elbows, arching my head his way to minimize the distance. He squatted down a bit, so dick and mouth were about 4" apart.
As always, he had a HUGE load - part going in my mouth, on my tongue or on my beard. Steve watched it all from the gallery. GDD's load just kept shooting too - and of course, for good measure, he flicked the remaining drops onto my face and rubbed his dick around for a few seconds to clean it off.
With Steve watching, I started to lick any missed drops up - first just by extending my tongue, then by using my fingers to push the remaining semen into my mouth.
Steve apparently has my email - hopefully he will use it for a one-on-one session. I think he knows what I can do now, and this time he can be the full recipient of my talent.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
In Bike Shorts
The agreement was to meet up on a bike path and go off into the woods. I was actually going to ride the distance, but it was scorching hot and a 60 mile ride roundtrip. Instead I just got in my car, in my bike gear and headed his way.
Nick is considerably shorter than I am, but the plan was that I would be on my knees, so it wouldn't matter. He also wore his bike shirt, shorts, gloves and helmet - just like I did.
We met, walked down the bath and then found a spot off the beaten path where we were surrounded by trees. While we weren't into getting busted, I don't think either of us would have minded being watched. Since it was mid-day in middle of the week, that probably wasn't going to happen - and it did not. At least that we know of.
He was near a tree pawing at the front of his padded shorts. But even padded wasn't going to hide his 9.5" that was incredibly thick.
I had sucked on it months before at a bookstore and we stayed in touch, though this was our first meet-up since. Outdoors. In nature. Doing unnatural things - at least according to some.
"You wanna suck it?" he asked. I was on my knees, in the leaves, the rocks, the dirt. My face went to his crotch - I gnawed on that padding, that lycra, that covered cock.
"You want me to pull it out?", he queried. "Not yet" was my reply. I liked watching and making it grow even more.
I would have loved to have seen it snake down the leg and out the bottom, but those pants are pretty tight and he was pretty big. It wasn't going to happen, so peeling them down so they escape was more the answer.
It sprung out and while not hitting my face, I got down there to do my job - tending to Nick's big dick.
Oh, I sucked on it, I licked it, I even deep throated every inch of it until my lips were pressed against his cockring and his pubes. I loved every fucking minute of it too.
It sprung out and while not hitting my face, I got down there to do my job - tending to Nick's big dick.
Oh, I sucked on it, I licked it, I even deep throated every inch of it until my lips were pressed against his cockring and his pubes. I loved every fucking minute of it too.
While we couldn't stay there forever, I did get him close. He liked the attention, the outdoors, the thrill of being seen. So did I.
We also liked the thrill of us taping it - him with his phone, mine with mine. At some point it might get edited together and put out there.....somewhere. Time will tell.
But Nick was close and he had a load - and I wanted it. . Like all porn films, the money shot must be shown. I like taking the load in my mouth, but people like seeing the cum shot - and I get that.
The man had a big load - some going on my lips, on my tongue and into my beard and across my cheek. It all played out beautifully.
Of course, he stuck his massively fat rod back in my mouth for me to clean everything up. That seemed fair.
Oh hell, after seeing all this, do you really need a video? :@)
Monday, August 05, 2013
Athletic Director
Everything about him screamed "Coach".
While not quite fire-hydrant built, he wasn't far from that description. Maybe mid 50s, 5'6", 170, balding under that hat (one would assume), the coaches shirt and shorts, along with athletic shoes. If he had the whistle dangling around his neck, there would have been no doubt.
As it was, he took the booth across from me at the bookstore. Since there are no doors, I knew he was there and he knew I was as well.
He followed me there, as like almost all other times I've been, we were the only ones under 75 years old and with out assisted oxygen. I'm never sure why I keep going here, except that I'm super horny and it appeals to a sleazy side of me - dirty floors, being watched and always the potential of someone hot stumbling into the arcade.
I peer out my door and he is looking at me. This could go two ways basically, he wants to give me his cock or wants to see and take mine. I'm not interested in the latter. Luckily, neither was he.
Being about as shy as myself, he just unzips his shorts and hauls out his cock. Maybe 6.5" tops. A good head on it and a thick, but not super thick shaft. I give a nod, he doesn't put it anything away and just walks over.
I'm sitting in a plastic chair and just put my head to his crotch. Calculated and sensual, my lips wrap around the head of his dick, around the corona. I take it a little deeper and then a little more. All the while my tongues is making tracks on the head, around it, just under it. He's getting multiple sensations all at once. This is what I want him to feel - overwhelmed with stimuli of a cocksucker's mouth.
Everything about his reaction says I'm succeeding.
He sighs. He shudders. His eyes close. His lips curl into a slight smile. He's taking it all in, as am I. Him the sensation, me his cock.
Coach mutters, even talks, but the sound of the bad porn movie is so loud, I hear him but I can't hear him. This is an old place - there is no volume control, you're at the mercy of the equipment and management.
I want him to be at the mercy of my mouth, but I know I'm more at the mercy of his throbbing shaft.
He is rock hard. ROCK hard.
More than once in the first ten minutes he pushes me off his dick. He's close. He doesn't want to be. Not yet.
In a place like this, a guy who doesn't want to be close usually means he's just waiting for someone better. Oddly enough, with him, that's not the vibe. He's wanting to extend the session. He wants to be in control of his orgasm. He doesn't want me to take that control, but he does want me to take the load.
Coach was nice enough to ask where I wanted it, I told him it wasn't up to me. He said in the mouth, but only if I wanted it there. I really wanted him to make that decision, or let him think he was making it. But Coach was being too nice about it all, so I had to state, I wanted every drop to go in my mouth so it would slide to my belly.
He got the picture then.
But don't think he was ready. Oh no. Between his pushing me off and my edging, we made this session last about 40 minutes. In a bookstore that is eternity.
The old farts came and went, poking their heads in. Coach never seemed to notice them - or care. I always sensed their presence and some were so fucking gross, I did shoo them away. I'm all for giving a free show, but sometimes you don't want certain folks to see, let alone try to join in - which a few tried.
Early on, I slipped off that chair and onto my knees, where I belonged. Kneeling on that floor that who knows the fuck when it was mopped last. Who knows how many fucking loads were shot and dried there. I didn't notice and fresher, wet deposits, not that it would have stopped me from my rightful place.
A few times his hands went to his dick and I firmly pushed them away - he grinned at that each and every time. Once his hand went to his belt, but with his cock and balls just out of his fly, it looked so fucking hot, I again took his hands away. He understood.
I gripped his legs for support, starting with the calves. My fucking god, they were the strongest calves I had ever encountered. I could feel every muscle. My hands crept up the back of his thighs and like below the knees, they were like concrete. So much muscle. So tense. So masculine. I was in awe.
I liked when he leaned back against the thin wall. I liked when his eyes closed or his head went back, that he was into the moment - whether he was thinking about me or someone else. It didn't really matter, as I was the recipient of his penis and hopefully his load.
I know Coach liked my mouth. He said so several times, but his hard cock really said it. I'd see him later and he wasn't erect, so I was fairly certain he was not taking and ED drugs.
While it probably wasn't out of nowhere, I wasn't really given an indication that he wanted to finish or that I had gotten him so close that there was no turning back.
Firm grip on my head was firm. My grip on his thighs was just as tight.
I felt this cock jump around in my mouth as it spurted again and again....and again and again. It was a huge load. Not full of flavor, but not void of it either.
He watched me gulp. He saw my throat contract knowing his seed was going to my belly.
Coach also wasn't one to just push away. He let me nurse his cock for at least another 5 minutes. I didn't want to let go. But eventually I did.
He left, but he left some of him behind - in my mouth, throat and stomach.
While not quite fire-hydrant built, he wasn't far from that description. Maybe mid 50s, 5'6", 170, balding under that hat (one would assume), the coaches shirt and shorts, along with athletic shoes. If he had the whistle dangling around his neck, there would have been no doubt.
As it was, he took the booth across from me at the bookstore. Since there are no doors, I knew he was there and he knew I was as well.
He followed me there, as like almost all other times I've been, we were the only ones under 75 years old and with out assisted oxygen. I'm never sure why I keep going here, except that I'm super horny and it appeals to a sleazy side of me - dirty floors, being watched and always the potential of someone hot stumbling into the arcade.
I peer out my door and he is looking at me. This could go two ways basically, he wants to give me his cock or wants to see and take mine. I'm not interested in the latter. Luckily, neither was he.
Being about as shy as myself, he just unzips his shorts and hauls out his cock. Maybe 6.5" tops. A good head on it and a thick, but not super thick shaft. I give a nod, he doesn't put it anything away and just walks over.
I'm sitting in a plastic chair and just put my head to his crotch. Calculated and sensual, my lips wrap around the head of his dick, around the corona. I take it a little deeper and then a little more. All the while my tongues is making tracks on the head, around it, just under it. He's getting multiple sensations all at once. This is what I want him to feel - overwhelmed with stimuli of a cocksucker's mouth.
Everything about his reaction says I'm succeeding.
He sighs. He shudders. His eyes close. His lips curl into a slight smile. He's taking it all in, as am I. Him the sensation, me his cock.
Coach mutters, even talks, but the sound of the bad porn movie is so loud, I hear him but I can't hear him. This is an old place - there is no volume control, you're at the mercy of the equipment and management.
I want him to be at the mercy of my mouth, but I know I'm more at the mercy of his throbbing shaft.
He is rock hard. ROCK hard.
More than once in the first ten minutes he pushes me off his dick. He's close. He doesn't want to be. Not yet.
In a place like this, a guy who doesn't want to be close usually means he's just waiting for someone better. Oddly enough, with him, that's not the vibe. He's wanting to extend the session. He wants to be in control of his orgasm. He doesn't want me to take that control, but he does want me to take the load.
Coach was nice enough to ask where I wanted it, I told him it wasn't up to me. He said in the mouth, but only if I wanted it there. I really wanted him to make that decision, or let him think he was making it. But Coach was being too nice about it all, so I had to state, I wanted every drop to go in my mouth so it would slide to my belly.
He got the picture then.
But don't think he was ready. Oh no. Between his pushing me off and my edging, we made this session last about 40 minutes. In a bookstore that is eternity.
The old farts came and went, poking their heads in. Coach never seemed to notice them - or care. I always sensed their presence and some were so fucking gross, I did shoo them away. I'm all for giving a free show, but sometimes you don't want certain folks to see, let alone try to join in - which a few tried.
Early on, I slipped off that chair and onto my knees, where I belonged. Kneeling on that floor that who knows the fuck when it was mopped last. Who knows how many fucking loads were shot and dried there. I didn't notice and fresher, wet deposits, not that it would have stopped me from my rightful place.
A few times his hands went to his dick and I firmly pushed them away - he grinned at that each and every time. Once his hand went to his belt, but with his cock and balls just out of his fly, it looked so fucking hot, I again took his hands away. He understood.
I gripped his legs for support, starting with the calves. My fucking god, they were the strongest calves I had ever encountered. I could feel every muscle. My hands crept up the back of his thighs and like below the knees, they were like concrete. So much muscle. So tense. So masculine. I was in awe.
I liked when he leaned back against the thin wall. I liked when his eyes closed or his head went back, that he was into the moment - whether he was thinking about me or someone else. It didn't really matter, as I was the recipient of his penis and hopefully his load.
I know Coach liked my mouth. He said so several times, but his hard cock really said it. I'd see him later and he wasn't erect, so I was fairly certain he was not taking and ED drugs.
While it probably wasn't out of nowhere, I wasn't really given an indication that he wanted to finish or that I had gotten him so close that there was no turning back.
Firm grip on my head was firm. My grip on his thighs was just as tight.
I felt this cock jump around in my mouth as it spurted again and again....and again and again. It was a huge load. Not full of flavor, but not void of it either.
He watched me gulp. He saw my throat contract knowing his seed was going to my belly.
Coach also wasn't one to just push away. He let me nurse his cock for at least another 5 minutes. I didn't want to let go. But eventually I did.
He left, but he left some of him behind - in my mouth, throat and stomach.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Shot Put
He was less than a mile away from me for a quite a long time - that meant one of two things: he was at a hospital or in a hotel.
"Erik" was from the Netherlands, or so said his profile, so he could be an international patient at the hospital or here for business in that hotel.
He was bulky but solid, not fat. His profile pic was him in the first stage of throwing a shot-put. I don't know if it was for fun or he did it professionally. I mean, I don't know anyone who does track and field events at the age of 40 for "fun" - but he seemed too old to be making a name in sports.
Anyway - some back and forth and he told me about how his dick was dripping. How it was dripping when he saw my profile. But he told of how it drips all the time. I told him I should see him about that to offer advice.
I got invited to his hotel room.
6'2", 209, married, in a foreign land and horny Perfect confluence.
He let me in immediately - and like I said, the man was solid. Huge chest. thick neck, tree trunk legs.
No foreplay was in the plan. I didn't even get to pull down his shorts, he did it immediately. Actually, it was the only thing that he took off. I'm a fan of some clothes, it's a fucking blowjob, I don't need you to get naked. I don't need to get naked.
I went to my knees.
I will be honest, I was a little worried he might be coming up short. His pics he sent were nice, but the dick in front of me was a wee bit....wee. But I know from experience, not to judge a cock by its flaccid state - I've been wrong more than once on how things grow.
While it took a few minutes, things grew. And grew. But not as much length-wise. Sure he made it to 6", but I'm guessing the base of his pud was at least 6" around. I'm not sure I've ever swallowed anything so thick - and I've had a cock or two in my mouth.
I worked that man's prick over for a good 30 minutes. You know when you get to that point (if you're a cocksucker) where the spit just drip out of your mouth, off your lips, onto your shirt or floor? You tops may have looked down to see this.
That is a sign of a true cocksucker. Not worrying about anything but taking care of the cock, keeping it wet, keeping it happy. It is just that crossover to pigdom status.
Overall the man was quiet, but I would always get a nice fucking moan when I was all the way to his blonde pubes and would use my tongue simultaneously on the underside of the shaft. That drove him wild and you could feel him tense up, in upper body and in his loins. I tried not to overdo that so as to make it a special moment that didn't wear itself out.
Now and again, his hands would go to my head - those fucking big man-hands. If they know how to grip a shot put, they can certainly grasp a cocksuckers skull.
It was a slow but deliberate feed. For the second time in as many weeks, I was feeling the pressure to gag. Unlike that last guy, Erik I don't think was trying to gag me, but this was like having a red bull can shoved into your throat.....I'm assuming.
He let go and told me to scoot back with my head against the bureau.....or whatever he tried to call it as he translated his version to English.
Now here I was pinned between his massive thighs and the furniture. ...and then there were those hands again. I was his. He knew it. I knew it. There was no getting away - not that I was planning on it.
The man was tough but fair. He'd fuck my face, gag me, but then slow down and then start the cycle all over again. This went on for a little while, his wireless speakers giving enough noise playing music that anyone walking down the hall wouldn't really hear the steady thump of his thighs to my face or my head to the cabinet. Like I cared.
He did announce he had been holding off cumming for a while. I told him if he wanted to hold off, that was good. If he wanted to cum, that was good. I was there as a U.S. cocksucking ambassador - it was totally his call.
He opted to ejaculate.
At this point he pulled out of my mouth, as I knew he would.
As we chatted before I got the invite, he asked me where I liked a guy to cum - and I told him, in my mouth so I could swallow it. He liked giving facials.
I told him it was totally his call - he was the top. He then said he'd like to see it dripping on my tongue and on my chin. In a way it was a compromise - and this folks is how international relationships are built.
But he wanted to control his orgasm and direction, which meant I couldn't just finish him off with my mouth and him aim at the last second. So I knew he would pull out. And he did.
With about 15 seconds of stroking, he hit my mouth, then my cheek and then my chin, mouth, chin and chest. It was a big load.
As I always attempt, I nursed the cock afterward. He had no issue with this - no sensitivity, no post-orgasm guilt. He just looked down and watch me not only clean off his head and shaft, but tenderly put it in my mouth and take care of it orally. He had a slight smirk, albeit a nice one, as I fussed over his peen.
It was then I saw the cum on my chest and abs. Erik looked on, kind of in amazement, kind of in pride, as I scooped it up, and ate it, then looked right at him. I wasn't wasting it and he knew it.
No worries, I got what was on my cheek too.
He thanked me. I thanked him. I stood up, straightened my own dick in my shorts and took the elevators to the lobby, but not before wishing him a safe trip home.
I'm a good cocksucking ambassador to the Netherlands!
"Erik" was from the Netherlands, or so said his profile, so he could be an international patient at the hospital or here for business in that hotel.
He was bulky but solid, not fat. His profile pic was him in the first stage of throwing a shot-put. I don't know if it was for fun or he did it professionally. I mean, I don't know anyone who does track and field events at the age of 40 for "fun" - but he seemed too old to be making a name in sports.
Anyway - some back and forth and he told me about how his dick was dripping. How it was dripping when he saw my profile. But he told of how it drips all the time. I told him I should see him about that to offer advice.
I got invited to his hotel room.
6'2", 209, married, in a foreign land and horny Perfect confluence.
He let me in immediately - and like I said, the man was solid. Huge chest. thick neck, tree trunk legs.
No foreplay was in the plan. I didn't even get to pull down his shorts, he did it immediately. Actually, it was the only thing that he took off. I'm a fan of some clothes, it's a fucking blowjob, I don't need you to get naked. I don't need to get naked.
I went to my knees.
I will be honest, I was a little worried he might be coming up short. His pics he sent were nice, but the dick in front of me was a wee bit....wee. But I know from experience, not to judge a cock by its flaccid state - I've been wrong more than once on how things grow.
While it took a few minutes, things grew. And grew. But not as much length-wise. Sure he made it to 6", but I'm guessing the base of his pud was at least 6" around. I'm not sure I've ever swallowed anything so thick - and I've had a cock or two in my mouth.
I worked that man's prick over for a good 30 minutes. You know when you get to that point (if you're a cocksucker) where the spit just drip out of your mouth, off your lips, onto your shirt or floor? You tops may have looked down to see this.
That is a sign of a true cocksucker. Not worrying about anything but taking care of the cock, keeping it wet, keeping it happy. It is just that crossover to pigdom status.
Overall the man was quiet, but I would always get a nice fucking moan when I was all the way to his blonde pubes and would use my tongue simultaneously on the underside of the shaft. That drove him wild and you could feel him tense up, in upper body and in his loins. I tried not to overdo that so as to make it a special moment that didn't wear itself out.
Now and again, his hands would go to my head - those fucking big man-hands. If they know how to grip a shot put, they can certainly grasp a cocksuckers skull.
It was a slow but deliberate feed. For the second time in as many weeks, I was feeling the pressure to gag. Unlike that last guy, Erik I don't think was trying to gag me, but this was like having a red bull can shoved into your throat.....I'm assuming.
He let go and told me to scoot back with my head against the bureau.....or whatever he tried to call it as he translated his version to English.
Now here I was pinned between his massive thighs and the furniture. ...and then there were those hands again. I was his. He knew it. I knew it. There was no getting away - not that I was planning on it.
The man was tough but fair. He'd fuck my face, gag me, but then slow down and then start the cycle all over again. This went on for a little while, his wireless speakers giving enough noise playing music that anyone walking down the hall wouldn't really hear the steady thump of his thighs to my face or my head to the cabinet. Like I cared.
He did announce he had been holding off cumming for a while. I told him if he wanted to hold off, that was good. If he wanted to cum, that was good. I was there as a U.S. cocksucking ambassador - it was totally his call.
He opted to ejaculate.
At this point he pulled out of my mouth, as I knew he would.
As we chatted before I got the invite, he asked me where I liked a guy to cum - and I told him, in my mouth so I could swallow it. He liked giving facials.
I told him it was totally his call - he was the top. He then said he'd like to see it dripping on my tongue and on my chin. In a way it was a compromise - and this folks is how international relationships are built.
But he wanted to control his orgasm and direction, which meant I couldn't just finish him off with my mouth and him aim at the last second. So I knew he would pull out. And he did.
With about 15 seconds of stroking, he hit my mouth, then my cheek and then my chin, mouth, chin and chest. It was a big load.
As I always attempt, I nursed the cock afterward. He had no issue with this - no sensitivity, no post-orgasm guilt. He just looked down and watch me not only clean off his head and shaft, but tenderly put it in my mouth and take care of it orally. He had a slight smirk, albeit a nice one, as I fussed over his peen.
It was then I saw the cum on my chest and abs. Erik looked on, kind of in amazement, kind of in pride, as I scooped it up, and ate it, then looked right at him. I wasn't wasting it and he knew it.
No worries, I got what was on my cheek too.
He thanked me. I thanked him. I stood up, straightened my own dick in my shorts and took the elevators to the lobby, but not before wishing him a safe trip home.
I'm a good cocksucking ambassador to the Netherlands!
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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.
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.
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