DC 3-Way

I have not abandoned this blog. Life has been crazy, but still getting in action. I just need time to commit them to paper html.

As it is, I’m probably not going to hit 15,000 visitors this month, probably because a few folks have given up looking for a new post. I will try to rectify that over the next week or so by giving you what you want…..what you need……what you deserve.

So where were we…….ahhh yes, Washington DC.

Another placed ad on craigslist and a number of responses – including this one:

Still looking to get together? Perhaps during lunch time or after work?
I'm 30, 5'10, 150, brown/brown, athletic, masculine....

IF the guy was over 25, I’d have been surprised. His email name suggested he was Egyptian or the likes. His pics affirmed that.

In the meantime, I got an email from a guy I had hooked up with a number of times while in town and that I alluded to in my last post. He is a hot married dude who, if nothing else, gets off on watching me get off other guys. I told him about my potential mid-eastern load – and he wanted in on the deal.

'Married Guy' showed up first. Unfortunately, by the time he decided to come, Egyptian guy was on his way. Or I thought. He said he’d be there in 20 minutes, but it was like 45 before he did. When we thought he wasn’t coming, we invited someone else over.

But the Egyptian guy did show – finally. Married Guy answered the door and right away the ‘kid’ was nervous. He knew the person at the door wasn’t the guy in the ad. He really didn’t like there were two folks in the room, but eventually came in, but hesitated doing anything.

Married Guy finally talked him into letting me suck him so he could watch. His dick was rock hard (both guys were….all three if you include me). The kid lay on the bed and I went to town on his thin 7” dick, while Married Guy stroked at the side of the bed and rubbed the kid’s chest.

All of the sudden there is a knock on the door. Fuck – we both forgot about asking someone else over. The kid jumps up and has his pants on in a flash. Married Guy goes to the door, looks through the peep hole and just shakes his head ‘no’. The kid wants out of there but doesn’t dare expose himself (not literally) to whomever might be in the hallway. …and he is pissed.

The Married Guy does a great job of calming the kid down...again. Gets him to get back on the bed and drop his jeans. For all his nerves and being upset at us, his dick is still rock hard. He can’t be that upset, I think. Or he doesn’t mind the ‘danger’ as much as he tries to exude.
I got back to work. As usual, Married Guy gets carried away and with no notice starts to shoot his load. I have to pull off the kid and swoop down on this guy to take his nut. The guy has a nice fat headed cock and I love being down on it. And his load is good too. I never understand why he doesn’t give a shout-out that he’s ready to pop. What guy wants to leave his nut on the hotel carpet?

After that it is only a matter of time before I go to work on the kid and get his rocks off. Surprisingly the Married Guy sticks around, when I guess he could have easily bolted. You know how guys can be once they shoot their wad.

But he talked the kid through getting off himself and I think that did it as much as my mouth action. The guy unloaded a decent amount but not a great amount. He moaned, but not loudly.

As he was coming off of his post-ejaculation high, and I was still on my knees, there was a quick knock on the door and then someone keyed in. “Maintenance” they said, as the two guys walked in. The way the room was set up, I didn’t see them and I don’t know what, if anything, they saw.

They seemed a little flustered and left in a hurry. Once again, the kid was flummoxed and not happy. But there was no way anyone could have seen that coming.

In a way, retrospectively, it would have been very hot for them to see and maybe even join in waiting their turn.

Married Guy left first with a funny big production number of, ‘we’ll meet in the lobby for dinner in 15 minutes – DON’T be late’. Just in case the guys were outside the room still. Egyptian kid hung out for a few more minutes, in awkward silence until he thought the coast was clear.

The Married Guy and I laughed about it later via phone and email – but I don’t think we’ll be hearing from that kid ever again.

Biggest. Load. Ever.

I think last week in DC I took my biggest load ever. ....and let's face it, that's saying something.

I have been having sex with men since I was 15 and I am well into 4 digits when it comes to the number of loads I have taken, so this isn't just talk when I say it. I have some experience to back it up.

I had placed what is becoming my semi-standard ad on craigslist (note to self: stop paying for Manhunt.....it has never gotten you anything!) and had quite a few responses - including one guys whom I've hooked up with twice, both of which I've written here (likes to watch, is humpy, horny, married and shoots too easily). He admonished me for not telling him I was in town. I didn't know he wanted to.

But when we talked about my responses, he bailed when I set up some time with the following:

WANTED: Erotic bottom....Title says it all. You host and be ready to play. Passion, kissing, sucking and fucking. Looking for a clean, nice, gentle guy. Prefer older, smaller and in good shape is a must. You be HIV Neg and DDF--I am. I am 43. Slim, tight and talented. Weigh 143 and stand 5/9. No games and no email tag please. Looking for today and repeat performances hopefully.

My 'friend' thought the guy was too scrawny and not anything he wanted to see. He did get to see me in action - but that's another post.

And I think he missed out with this guy. "Joe" wasn't nearly as scrawny as he sounded. Compact, for sure - but carried himself with confidence bordering on arrogance. I think we all know I'm down with that when it comes to a sex partner.

I was older, but not smaller. And he made it over exactly when he said he'd be there.

We got right down to it. There wasn't a determination on how he would get off...and to be honest, I don't think either of us cared. It could have gone in either end and both of us would be happy campers. As we romped around, he made allusions to that I would be getting fucked - and that was fine by me.

Joe had a nice 7"er. And the man was aggressive. He FUCKED face. Borderline raping my mouth. Good thing I'm so experience, huh?

I was on my knees to start, but he wanted on the bed. I crawled between his spread legs, but soon I had my head propped up on a pillow or two with him standing on the mattress feeding me like I was a hungry animal..........which in fact I was.

He talked about how he'd like to come back and have someone else here - one guy at either end, swapping places. I've had a few guys say this.....all white guys. Invariably, they all want the second guy to be a big black dick. Nothing wrong with that - I just find it amusing that all these DC guys I end up with start thinking alike.

There was some point when he lost his erection. Not completely, but he was no longer like steel. But I got him back to that point. And he started talking more and more about fucking me. I think that is what actually got him back to the point of being hard.

But we both got too carried away and he had to unload. There would be no time to recompose himself and get himself to the point where I'd take it up the ass.

Joe BURIED himself in my mouth. Too far for me. Not only do I love to taste the seed, his cock was buried in my throat and his pubes covering my nose. There was no way to breathe.

And while I might like a good breath control scene as the next cocksucker - there was no 'control'. He was in his moment and not knowing or caring anything about mine. Which is ok, to an extent.

I got a chance to grasp his legs and move him back just a bit. Enough for me to get some air. But the tears were in my eyes and slowly trailing down the side of my face, as they can when one is grasping for air. Again, this is nothing he noticed.

But his semen just would not end. I could feel rivers going down my throat, and that was not even with me making any swallowing motions. I would do that too, but there was always more. ALWAYS more. It just kept coming.....and cumming.

I immediately got over my fear of choking and just ingesting his seed in amazement - at the volume and the great taste. And the fact that he said he came three days ago. I was also fucking determined to not miss a drop. I have come to far in my "career" to not take on a challenge of swallowing every fucking drop that a man gives me.

The taste of his cum was just amazing too. It had great flavor. Incredible flavor, in fact. I've noticed that about a number of guys who shoot huge amounts of sperm - it is usually very good tasting. I've done not formal studies or tracking of this - but I think I should.

The plan was for Joe to come by the next day and we'd see about getting a third.....or fourth. But he emailed early in the day saying he had to go out of town and when I was back in town, we'd get together, as we had "unfinished business". Of course, I took that to mean: I am gonna get it up at butt!

84-63 = Sweet Relief

I've been lax in my posting. I realize that, and I apologize. It has not been for lack of activity per se, just lack of time to actually write and publish. I will rectify that over this next week. I promise.

I finally lost my 9 week load. Yes, it's true. Mind you this was about 10 days go, due to my lack of posting.

I was at the bookstore/arcade which I referenced here a number of times. Granted, I went with the intention of doing what I normally do: drop to my knees or bend over. And I did, to a point, but nothing to completion and nothing to write home (or here) about.

Until HE walked in.

I've made no secret that though I love the atmosphere of this bookstore (well, almost any bookstore), the patrons are less than average. This guy was not one of those guys.

Tall. Built. Masculine - walking around in his tight 84 Lumber work shirt, with his black hair on his head and on his forearms. His thick thick forearms. A total looking top. And I couldn't have been more off the mark.

After both of us doing some walking around, he ended up taking the booth across from me. Naturally I thought I would be the one waiting for him to expose himself that he was in search of finding some sweet oral relief.

It turns out, he did expose himself and was ok with me coming over to his temporary abode. But I will say I was surprised when it was he who put his back to the wall and slid down to my crotch level.

I'm thinking to myself, 'ok, he's gonna attempt this' figuring there is no way a guy like this knows anything from cocksucking that isn't from teh feeders end. Wrong again.

The stud was a master cocksucker. I had to stop myself a number of times from cumming. Some from pure will power, some from pushing him off my cock. I didn't want it to end so quickly, but in my mind, I also was hoping that I'd get an opportunity to go down on him.

I never really got that chance. He was admittedly a 100% feeder (who claimed to be married).

I was still looking to get others off, but deep down I knew 63 days without ejaculating was taking a toll on my nuts and I could think of no one better than to give it to than Mr. 84 Lumber.

Before committing to doing this, I did ask him if he swallowed. He nodded in the affirmative. I think told him how long it had been since I came - though I lied about that. I figured 9 weeks would scare him. I scaled it back to 3 weeks, but told him I shot big. He assured me he could take it.

And he did. Like a champ. My head grabbed his head and I gave up what I had been holding on to for almost three months. He swallowed every drop and even kept my dick in his mouth for a good two minutes afterwards.

There was no chit-chat once we were through. He didn't quite seem embarrassed by what he had done, but very reserved to be sure. He also didn't seem to be the type to do what he did.

Clearly - what do I know?

On the Clock

I guess I still have (at least) one more unreported encounter from the other week.

I was traveling for work (as usual) and one of my on-line ads in the morning before I had to head to a client site made it to someone's PC. The joke, if you want to call it that, was the response came from a place I used to work eons ago.

Bud..i can be there in 4 min…42, 180#, 6'….love to get and give head.

All my ad said was I was looking to get guys off. He provided a picture, a work phone number and work email address. Yikes - he wanted it bad. For all my indiscretions (and obviously, there are many!), using a work phone/email is never going to be two of them. To each his own - I wasn't going to publish them or anything.

I called, as emails get bogged down and delays the necessary transaction of fluid exchange. I also told him I was not looking to get head. He was ok with that. Then I told him his 4 minutes were ticking and to get it in gear.

I know how long it takes to get from his area to my hotel, so I was surprised when he made it about 5-6 minutes. Usually it would take that long to get to one's car...if not double that.

His real-life self matched his pic. His dick was about 6.5" - average thickness. There was some sucking, but his playing with my nipples almost immediately put an end to that. I quivered enough that he knew he could take it further. And we did.

On the bed, with his spit covered dick, he pushed it right inside of me. And I took it.

As I took a long hit of poppers and he pumped my ass, he went on to tell me how his father has been fucking his ass since he was 12. Yeah, so for the last 30 years, his father and brother both fuck his ass - and he's married. ....and his wife is none the wiser.

Of course, I'm such a fucking cynic, I don't believe a word of it, but know enough to play along if it is going to help him get off. It's not quite role playing, but I was indulging some fantasy of his for sure. He pumped harder as he told me his dad would love to fuck my ass and that he'd gladly invite me to his dad's farm where all three men would pump my butt where no one else would see or hear.

He was as much of an exhibitionist as I am, so when he suggested we fuck right in front of the window - curtains open - I said 'not a problem'. But it turned out to be for him. He wasn't long for the fuck after we got going again.

After we positioned ourselves and he re-penetrated me, I am thinking it was less than two minutes before he announced he was going to unload.........and he did. A ten day load, according to him....and it sure could have been has he kept throbbing over and over while in me.

He straightened up and headed back to work. I packed up my laptop, brushed my teeth, then took a shower and headed to a client site to meet with them and my staff for the next 5 hours. Fully loaded.

Kansas City - Here I Cum

Well, I went there. I didn't cum there.

No - I'm on my almost 8th week without an ejaculation. Yeah - you don't have to say it, I'm a fuckin' freak.

It's true, I did not cum in KC, but at least one other guy did. A divorced guy with a nice 8" schlong. But really, I was more impressed by his girth (see below).

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He stretched my mouth open good and really was only there for the sucking. There was no looking at, touching or fellating of mine. There was no fucking or ass eating. It is possible he was straight, but I would assume he was bi.

I started on the hotel sofa but he soon had me on my knees making sure I kept sucking him. No jacking. No talking. No nothing but my lips on his shaft.

His hands found my head and held me firm, as he wanted to fuck my face. Fine by me. I like it and lord knows I can take it. The thickness at the base of his shaft certainly made it a challenge for me to take him to his cockring, but not to worry folks - I did it.

The cockring was purely decorative (and do straight guys really use or own cockrings? seriously - I've never known of one). He did not need it to make himself any harder, though maybe it does make the cock look a bit more rigid...or even bigger. But I think it would have been a stretch.....so to speak.

He did mumble some stuff and called me 'faggot' under his breath. And you know I'm ok with guys saying it right out loud to me. Hell - I prefer it. I'm sure it would delve deep into my psychological background, but it makes ME harder.

Even during the process he said he was good for multiple loads, I wondered if he would. The majority of guys - especially "straight" - are good for the cum and go. But not time and again at the same session.

The guy had a more than decent load. Good volume and decent taste - though it did have a bit of a bitter after-taste. But whatta gonna do? You gotta eat!

Bookstore BJ

There were trails of saliva on my suit pants and the left cuff of my dress shirt. Naturally, it was also in my goatee and down my chin. All you had to do was follow the stream back up to my mouth to see where it originated from.

I should start from the beginning I guess.

On the way home from a client visit, I stopped at the adult video arcade I have been mentioning for the last few months. The usual cast of suspects were there – or the usual type of suspects. Dirty looking pervs. Ones you’d have to kind of shake your head ‘no’ as they continue to leer and hope that they have a chance that they all know they do not actually have. Not that it ever deters them.

Don’t get me wrong – I am sure that with some populations, I am that guy to some of the others in the establishment. I think I can say without a doubt, I was the best dressed guy there. Suit. Tie. I looked good. …and there’s something to be said for having your dick hang out of your suit fly while you are in a booth.

I passed a guy in the hall that I immediately knew I would get off. There wasn’t a chance it wasn’t going to happen. I don’t know how I knew, but I did. I think a lot of us get that feeling.

He followed me into my booth. His cock was a solid 7"......and I do mean solid. Rock hard. He loved my mouth on him. But he wanted guys to watch. More specifically he wanted to watch me get guys off. There were just no other guys - so I didn't get him off. He walked around waiting for someone to watch and then he just walked out.

Too bad - he should have stuck around another 15 minutes. Some guy did show up. A worthy guy. 5'9", 160, short reddish hair with a thin fu manchu going on. He looked a lot like Morgan Spurlock wearing trackpants.

Passing me in the hall, we both made non-overt attempts to check each other out and eventually I planted myself in a booth to watch a movie knowing that one of us stationary is better than two of us mobile. Eventually he occupied the one across from me - never looking over and only watching straight porn (which is all ok with me). But I was getting no signal from him. None. After 10 minutes, I walked around. So did he.

He made sure (?) I saw him go into another booth. One without one across the way. So I looked in and there he was. Barely acknowledging me, I stepped in and rubbed his crotch. He moved back to let me all the way in. BINGO.

I took the seat and pulled down his trackies. He had a nice 7" with a slightly upward curve. It was not fully hard yet, but all it would do is stiffen, no longer grow any more. He also had trimmed red pubes.....the only sign in our entire encounter which would possibly indicate him being anything but straight. Maybe straight guys manscape like that, but I haven't really come across them.

I sucked him and he REALLY liked it. He moved this back to the side wall and pointed at the floor. Fine. I get it. He wanted me on my knees. I did it in a heartbeat for this guy.

Now if I do pat myself on the back, I give a really good blowjob. I know how to read guys, I intuitively know what they like. But I also pride myself on not using my hands or fist to get them off. It's a blowjob - not a handjob.

I also recognize that sometimes it is not me who can't get them off. They have a thing or the combo mouth/hand action. Sometimes I have to be told though. He had to tell me. It's about the only thing he said TO me.

With his shoulders leaning back to the wall and his head tilted back and upward and hand thrown to the side gripping the opening of the door, he was all about a man lost in his BJ world. As it should be, it was about him - not me.

He wouldn't look down at me, he was into it or fantasizing about someone else. But he requested/stated to 'use your hand'. So I did.

This was not a rushed job. He was not in a hurry to blow and go and fuck if I wasn't going to make it last. I used my wet mouth and hand on his prick. I would hear that sounds of 'ohhh yeah.....that's it'. Almost a disembodied voice....since I don't think he was really talking to me.

So this is where my spit was dripping onto my arm, dress shirt and off my chin onto my pants as I kneeled on the floor of a porno booth. Kind of one man's version of heaven, I suppose. I can only speak for me.

The only other thing the guy said to me during this time was one of those dumb things (again, at least to me): "do you want my cum?". He didn't say it in a taunting, teasing way that some guys do.....ones that make guys like me beg or ask for it. Nah - this guy genuinely meant it. For a split second I felt bad that other guys (or women) might have wanted his semen. I was not one of these people.

Though he asked the question, he wasn't ready. Neither was I. I edged him a few more times and he was going crazy - but never looking down. Head always tilted back. It was so hot to look up to that - and to only see the bottom of his chin and the ends of his moustache.

I don't know how he couldn't have notice that other guys would come to the door (they had to see his hand grasping the door opening) and peer in and watch for a bit and move one. I noticed but not too much. I don't mind being watched, but I was all about this guy this time - not 'the show'.

Then it was time. He couldn't or wouldn't hold off any longer. With grunts, groans and moans he popped his nut into my mouth. Naturally I took it all. I made sure it all disappeared. I'm not sure he noticed right away through his huffing and puffing and momentary afterglow of his orgasm.

I watched him compose himself from my point of view and that was hot too.

He got himself together and told me how 'amazing' that was. I don't need the compliments normally, but I so wanted to please this guy - and I think I did.

It would have been great to get his number or give him mine, but that ruins the immediacy and urgent need of the moment. Why break that thought?

He pulled up his trackies and walked out.

Let's Talk About Sex

I know a few posts ago I wrote that people are recognizing me from this blog when I place ads on craigslist and the likes.

But I get other readers who are contacting me for legitimate / educational reasons. Allegedly.

Currently I am completing questions for a student at Humboldt University in California. Allegedly.

No offense to the student or his/her (I don't know the gender - I never asked) project, but I take all these things with a grain of salt. The internets have made me more than a little leary. Go figure.

The student's sociology project is on public sex. Something of which the student, who contacted me via this blog, thinks I have some experience. And I do. It is something that is near and dear to my........um...........oh, let's just go with 'heart'.

There are a series of questions and clarifying questions. They seem well thought out, but I find myself tending to answer in the clinical perspective, as this is a college project. Allegedly. It's not porn. Or my real life - which is a lot like porn.

Currently, we have talked about my background and earlier sexual experiences - most of them having to do with being performed in the public sector.

For all I know - this person is just doing it for their jollies, but as you can see by my almost 200 entries here, I don't mind talking about sex or answering most questions about my experiences.

His/her first request was that I post their project on my blog - but I wasn't really willing to do that before going through my series of questions. There were 10. They are dolled out and might be tailored to my actual answers.

This is why I'm not sure of the legitimacy of this project. A true survey isn't changed per person. There has to be a baseline.

So go ahead - ask me anything. I'll probably answer.

Taking One

Not all of my last business trip were missed opportunities and simulated coronary arrest.

I did get a guy who said: Am 6', 180, 49, blue eyes, salt n pepper hair, moderately hairy. Am not particularly vocal, but enjoy good head, rimming a clean ass, and am generally a top if it comes to that.

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It came to that.

I had so many misses by this point, I needed a hit. Or at least a tap. And he did - of my ass.

He was all of the things he said and his picture was pretty accurate. And not vocal at all. We started right over at the bed and never really left. I sucked him as he stood at bedside and then he got me on my stomach so he could go to munching on my butt.

Well, that's only going to get me riled for a plugging. And with some coersion, that's what he did. That 'if it came to that' really had to get him talked into. Not a lot - but even though he says he's a top, I don't think he does it much - kind of like me.

He was ok at it, but not great. He didn't have a lot of technique, but he shot a nice sized load.

Of course, it just made me hungry for more.

Dying to Get Off

So I placed a CL ad the other night while in DC. Per usual, I got some interesting prospects and the assorted flakes. Same old, same old.

I was getting ready going to dinner when a guy wanted some quick relief. Fine by me. About 50, slim build, nice cock. He had a dirty mouth, which you know was ok with me.

I thought he was getting close – again fine by me – but he pulled out of my mouth and grabbed his cock like he was attempting to stop his orgasm. I told him I WANTED it and not to lose it on the floor and he kept saying ‘oh g-d. oh g-d’ over and over.

Which one of us has not done that when cumming or about to cum and trying to avoid it? Very few, I would venture to say. He took it a few steps further. He started to have labored breathing (again, indicative of nothing more than a horny man about to pop a nut).

He reached down and pulled up his pants, while continuing his 'oh g-d' rants and breathing difficulties. Even then, I assumed he was shooting into his briefs and for some reason denying me the opportunity to take his load.

But all this signs and symptoms continued in this vein. I started to realized something was not right with him physically. I asked if he needed me to get him help or just did he need my help. He declined both offers.

The man made his way to my door and I followed. There was only so much I could do at this point, as I had no pants on at all. Mr. BikeGuy Jr. dangling now in the wind – albeit Marriott controlled wind, but you know what I’m saying…….

I asked again if he needed me to call 9-1-1 and asked if he was having a heart attack. His response, “oh, I hope not!”. But again, he declined me to get him assistance.

I let the door closed while I found my jeans and when I went back, he was gone.

He either really was ill, or did a great acting job due to his lack of interest in me. To be honest, I’m not sure which was worse. The “acting” seemed real-enough, though if I were to be totally honest, I’d be lying if I said one of the first things (if not the first) to flash through my mind was:

‘fuck – how am I going to explain this to the hotel staff, police and paramedics if I they find dead - and him with his pants down in my hotel room?’. …and if it was going to make me late for dinner.

Yeah – I’m a total prick, I know it. I get it. You don’t have to say anything.

I half expected to see his crumpled body in front of the elevators or in the hotel lobby when I exited 15 minutes later…….but there was nothing. He was probably home or on his way to a better cocksucker’s place or something.

Second Fiddle

As much as I wanted my last trip to be a pigfest between work gigs, and as much as January was a plethora of cum (though never enough) - February and this trip were not.

Not to say I didn't get some of what I needed. Just not all. And it is a need - not a want.

This first encounter was not a success. A series of emails of a promising dick and a man willing to travel on a crappy night.

He stood about 6'5", slim and of mixed ethnicity with eyes you could almost see through in an intriguing yet freaky kind of way. He also had about 8.5" - that were as slender as he was. He also looked like he had 'hustler' written all over him.


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After he was in the door, he seemed more interested in sucking me, than getting serviced - and let's face it, I'm pretty blunt about what I'm looking for. I really do not understand the attempting at turning the tables like this.

Why travel this kind of distance and take up everyone's time (including his) when it's not what either are looking for and everyone goes away disappointed.......or at least frustrated??

I did get to swing on his cock and took a few picture of which he was very into - but mostly because he wanted new pics of his cock. I didn't really supply them because they all have my face firmly planted in them - save the one above.

While I was deep-throating him, he takes a call. I'm kind of into that, especially when the person on the other phone is clued into what's going on. I like it when they talk about me as if I'm not even there.

But this other guy didn't know. My guy was making arrangements to meet the other guy. How to get into the building and where he'd be waiting, etc.

I was the warm-up act. My guy was saving the load for his main act. I understood - but I didn't have to like it.

Bestest.Month.Ever.

Who knew?

February 2008 I had the best number of hits yet on this blog.


After I got my content warning in October, you can see what that did to my traffic. Worse than a bad day on the NASDAQ.

A fellow adult blogger offered to host my blog for me after that instance, and I was greatly appreciative. But I did weigh the number of people and sites that are linked to me - many of whom I don't really know of. Getting them to change the URL and keep that reverse my traffic slow-down seemed even more difficult to deal with.

But people have found their way back. Not only did I best the number of hits by almost 500 - note that September had two less days in the month than February. So, I could have potentially hit almost 15,000 (I get about 450-520 hits per day).

I will not go as far to say I'm becoming a blogger star (no flash photography, please!!!!), but I'm finding when I'm traveling out of town and place and ad here or there......I have been getting more responses like 'are you the guy who has the blog?' or 'is this same BikeGuy of the blog'.

It is kind of cool, yet kind of weird. I haven't sought out 'fame' (hey - it's all relative!) or fortune (yeah - there is noooooo money in this). I also really haven't sought out to be noticed from Jon Q. Pubic (yes, I know the 'l' is missing!).

I have not posted that many pictures of myself in the blog and it is a little disconcerting that folks will relate those pics to anything I might post in an ad (which btw, does not have my name in them), but I have also not have had any of those contacts want to hook up.

And can you blame them? If they read with any regularity, they know I post and print the good and the bad. .....and who would ever want to be part of the latter group? Not me.

Snow Day

I was 16 and had been having intermittent relations with a man in his late 30s.

Like any 16 year old, I not only became obsessed with sex – now that I had experienced it – but with the attention of a real man. I knew what I was and in a world of non-acceptance in the high school world (and really – the entire world), that a grown man would not only take interest in me, but fulfill the sexual parts too.

Obsessed might be a strong word….but I was more than interested. And I was more interested than he was. He probably had multiple outlets. I didn’t. Not yet.

I’m sure I called at inappropriate times and once or twice, stopped by when not invited. Risky for sure – but I was a boy high on hormones. They don’t think with reason or logic. ….much like any man who has SEX on the brain.

One day, in bad weather like it is today, I attempted to get to his house and almost made it. His driveway was steep and unpaved. I got my parents car stuck in it, but only about 1/3 of the way up. And he wasn’t home.

A quick call to him later and he was there and had a friend push me out. You think that would have been the end of it and he would have dismissed me right then and there. And he probably should have. I probably was too annoying to let him.

He took me into his house and let me have it – verbally. But then he let me have it – anally.

Whatever aggression he had for being called out of work, and to have a friend assist a teenager, he worked out on me…and in me. He had me all over his house in various positions pounding me at his will. This was no longer about me – yet totally about me. And totally for him.

He called me every name in the book and told me how incredibly stupid I was (which probably stung more than the names) – while never letting up with his fucking.

He unloaded deep in my gut – as he had in the past. But this time with a little more vengeance than he had previously.

Though I’m sure he already knew it during this fuck – it was the last time he’d use me in any way, shape or form. I didn’t. But I was about to move on in my sexual escapades – finding more parks, bookstores, theatres and bars.

It turns out lots of older men liked teenagers.

"Clean Up on Aisle 3"

Still no hook-ups....but not to worry, I'm traveling next week and will almost assuredly get laid one way or the other. Hopefully multiple times.

Overheard today at an adult video store (no arcade):

Clerk: Tom! When are you going to get Treasure Island's SPERM BANK (capped for how his voice went up in volume!) in. This guy is looking for a copy!!

My g-d, it was like a bad sitcom line - "price check on extra small condoms" - or something like that.

Unfortunately, the guy attempting to purchase the movie was me.

Update

No...............no sex update. February has been as dry as January was cummy. It has been all work and no play for BikeGuy. Crud!

The updates to which I speak are my links and such. I've cleaned up the blogs that are inactive, deactivated or just bland (my opinion of course). But I've also added blogs I read that I have been too lazy to link to.

I am sure I am missing folks who read me and link me. Give me a shout-out if this is the case. We'll see what we can do to get you up there.

THUD

…..that is the best way I can describe the sound of his dick as it dropped from his fly.

Yesterday, I came across (not literally) one of the densest pricks I have ever seen, touched or fellated.

I was in the adult video arcade I’ve referenced here lately, just looking to provide (and be provided) some late afternoon relief. Luckily this time, there were a few more people in the establishment besides myself. Unluckily, even with these folks, there were still people I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, let alone my 8” one.

But I did sit down to see a “movie” when someone decided to occupy the booth across from mine. Since there are no doors on any of these booths, obviously it is easy to gaze into each other’s temporary residence.

As I leaned forward to peer across the way, I found him doing the same. He was in his 30s, and either of mixed race or a latin or Italian kind of man. Dark hair and moustache, but dressed in a casual shirt, jeans and some kind of cap – of a non-sports team.

When I looked back again a few minutes later, he had taken out his cock and it was a beauty – even from the 4-5’ away that I was.

It took him awhile, but I finally got him to walk over and come into my booth. He was clearly afraid of people seeing him, but when you play at those places, it is just part of the deal. Granted, it is rarely the fun or attractive guys who watch, but usually the ones who are most likely on some sexual predator list. I am fully aware that in time, I will probably be one of ‘those guys’.

I unzipped his fly and reached into take it out. It is then I first encountered, ‘the THUD’. It was not erect and it flopped down with the weight of a pallet of bricks. Very impressive.

He made no move to stop me when I took his penis in my mouth. But let's face it - they rarely do. The shaft was heavy in my mouth and on my tongue. I did good by it, but he wanted to go down on me.

THUD.

Yes, taking his cock out of my mouth and it dropping elicited the same sound as when extracted it from his pants. I couldn't help put play with it for a bit. Hefting it up - weighing it - letting it fall.

THUD.

The guy did want to blow me. Or try to. If I wasn't one of his first, he wasn't good at it, but I think he was just inexperienced and actually unenthusiastic. Soon enough we switched places.

More weighing of his dick with my hands before putting it back in my mouth. Filling my mouth. His 8.5 thick inches easily filled my mouth - not that I couldn't take it all. I could. I did. ....then I'd pull back and go down again.......and again......and again.

The feeder liked it and said so. And I was doing something right because sooner than I wanted, he had to cum. He said so. But he also either thought I didn't want it in my mouth or he didn't want it in my mouth. I'm guessing on the former.

He made a half-hearted attempt to pull out and turn away so he could unload his semen. My mouth went with him - never letting him get free. He stopped turning and moving when he knew he could not hold back any longer and his jets hit my tongue and started flooding my mouth.

Like his dick - the load was heavy and thick. I took it all in. All the way in.

As it is with many of these guys - he beat a path out of there as soon as he could tuck himself back into his dungarees.

Since I accomplished the first part of my plan, it was time to enact the next part. I'll cut to the chase: I was unsuccessful. I might be a snob, but I wasn't giving my cock and load away to just anyone. And I didn't.

I had one taker who actually had a very soft and warm mouth. But he wanted the load on his face. He didn't really know what he was saying. He didn't know me or my loads. He would have had nowhere to wash up and trust me - I'm not bragging or boasting - but I I would have coated his face. Yes, it was an 8 day load, but I could do it on a 2 day one as well.

But I was not about to waste my sperm that way. I tucked my cock back into my suit and walked out.........of the booth and of the store.

BikeGuy: Both Side of a Coin

It was my last day of this business trip. I had morning meetings scheduled sporadically at my hotel and didn't have an early early start. But I was up early. So a craigslist ad was placed. Actually and eventually - two of them.

Let me start this way: the evening before was a bust. I finally got a guy to come over who totally got it. "Married" (or so he said) and in need to get sucked and to use a cocksucker. What's not to like?

He showed - mind you, driving for 40 minutes to get to me - and he was ok. The right attitude and ok looks. But the schlong of a horse. 9" easily and thick. But either I didn't do it for him or he didn't have enough blood in his body to get that sucker hard. You know deep down I'm hoping it was the blood thing - but I'm big enough of a man to realize that everyone doesn't turn on everyone.

After an hour of attempt - on both our parts, he gave up saying he had to get home to 'the wife'.

Mind you - by this point, I was pulling on my pud for an hour at least. And it had been about three weeks since I've unloaded. So, I was all worked up. But I wasn't about to just sign into x-tube and take care of myself. I went to bed instead.

Early, I placed an ad telling guys I could host and send them to work with a smile on their face. I had a pretty good size of responders.....but that included the flakes, of course. And the same guys who respond to any frickin' ad that I have ever placed. Is it possible there are hornier guys than myself out there????

I settled on two to three. Yes, I double-book and hedge my bets. Worse case scenario, none or one works out. Best case: three way!!!! It's a rarity for sure.

On weeding guys out, I thought I should somehow lose my load besides just using my left fist. So hence the second ad with the title of how many days out the load was. Not surprisingly, the responses were 6-7 times the amount of me wanting to get guys off.

But to the first ad: The first guy, I just ended up dismissing shortly after we tried to get there. Not at all what he represented in email (shock!) and had more bling on him than Paulie Walnuts. I wasn't really attracted to all his completely shaved pubic region either. Or the half bottle of Drakkar Noir he had bathed in.

Let me tell you - he wa PISSED when I sent him on his way. Tough noogies, I say.

I started trying to coordinate the first ad responses to the second. I wanted to get a guy (or two) off before getting off myself. That's reasonable - right?

The more and more it looked like nothing would happen with the first ad, I moved into second ad mode. I had a schedule to keep and wanted my nuts lightened before I headed to the airport.

This feeder responded: 39 5'11' 195, brown, blue, goatee, hairy chest, avg guy, avg cock.

His picture was more then decent, so we made arrangements to meet after one of my meetings but before my scheduled departure. (Un)Fortunately in the meantime, I also made arrangements with this guy: I'm a good looking 35 y/o mwm. I'm 6'5" 235 and horny as hell for some cock with a nice load.

He wanted to feed me. And he's tall! A huge plus in my book.

I arranged times so they wouldn't overlap, but weather and traffic delays thwarted those efforts. And I was so focused on my business meetings and the possibility of eating that I lost site of the feeding schedule.

As I was in the lobby of the hotel conducting an interview, I knew immediately when the tall feeder arrived - and he recognized me too. With a slight nod, he kept moving and sat waiting his turn. Good man. Smart man.

I finished my interview and headed to the elevator...the feeder was close on my heels. And damn if my key card didn't work for the room. I demagnetized it by putting it in the same pocket as my cellphone.

By the time I returned, not only was the feeder there, but so was the eater. Whoops. I told them both to come in. The eater thought he was going to eat both of us, but I said 'nope'. I would feed and he would feed. That seemed to be the best scenario for all.

The big guy did not have a big dick - just an average one. But he claimed to shoot massive amounts of spooge. I suppose it is all relative. The eater claimed to be able to take massive amounts (meaning mine), but I fully warned him on the volume I shot normally and how backed up I was. He seemed confident in his abilities.

Like business, I tend to under promise and over deliver. It impresses most everyone.

I had the eater start out by sucking both of us, but it soon moved to me on the bed, eating the feeder standing next to me. My feeder was on his knees eating my dick but quickly moving to my ass.

The guy was an expert ass eater. I've had a few guys (HA!) munch on my hole, but this guy was at the head of the class. My hole crack was sopping wet. I had not so secretly hoped that the guy I was sucking would walk around and put his moist dick into my now lubed butt. I'll spare you the non-set up: it did not happen.

The feeder I knew had an eye appointment he was already running late for, so it did not surprise me that he wanted to wrap up sooner than later. He was ready to shoot and I was ready to take it. The man did not lie - he had a HUGE load. And I might add it tasted good.

As I let the eater just chew on my ass, the feeder dressed and left with only a nod of his head. I never attempted to stop the guy from doing what he was doing. But he did stand up for a second and I opted to go down on him. His dick was small...maybe 5" rock hard and he too soon shot a decent load.

Luckily, his blowing a load didn't slow him down. Sometimes after a guy gets his nut, they don't actually finish the job they came to do. He wasn't this guy.

I stood up and had him go down on me. All the way down. With all the foreplay and the weeks of not getting my load off, I was a hair trigger away from losing it and told him so. He edged me as long as he could but I had to do what I had to do.

Placing my hands on his head, I told him to stop moving and start swallowing. Yes, I know you've heard that from me here before, but it's what I like. He kind of did what he was told. At first he seemed to be able to take all I was giving him, but then he backed up and started playing with the head of my dick......and that's a no-no.

That head is just too sensitive to me and I don't want that. I told him 'deeper' but he didn't abide by my wishes and did what he wanted to. Fuck that!

...and to be honest, I thought I was done cumming, but when I pulled free, I had many many more shots left that got deposited on the carpet of the brand-spankin' new hotel. I think I might have been the first load shot on their rug. Yea!!!! One for me!!!

He was disappointed in not getting it all, but I let him lick me clean until he worked the head again too much. Some fags you cannot teach anything.

So, though he was a good cocksucker in theory, he was a bad one too. A great one knows how to please his feeder - and even intuitively at that. He wasn't good there let alone with explicit instructions. I'll give him a 3.5 out of 5.

When I got home and checked my email - I had dozens of responses to my big load ad. Clearly men cannot read for content, since I said I was leaving town at 10a...and they are answering at 4p. Morons.

But I also had a response from my feeder of the day.

It was awesome you took my whole load. Most guys start chocking and then I finish on their face--it's hot to feed it all to you. I think I even shot some down your throat.

I send a message back that it was a pleasure and that I'd be back at same hotel in two weeks.

Maybe I'll go for a repeat or try to find someone new. Or both.

101 Positions

Yes - I'm out of town again.

And of course, you know what that means: play time. Or hopefully so.

This time I am out in the suburbs. The underbelly of repressed sexual activity. You always think it will be slower out here and it is just not true. One placed ad got me a number of responses than I sometimes get in the big metropolis.

Like the city, there are a lot of look-see guys and flakes too. But some do come through. Or cum through, as the case may be.

The first guy in his pic seemed like a bohemian 20-something. Different for me, but I bit - so to speak. He hemmed and hawed until he finally said he was on his way. Then of course, I got a call from my staff here and they were almost ready to go out to dinner. FUCK.

He showed and I told him I had 5 minutes and could he do it in that time. He could. He did. He was a as bohemian as his pic looked and a LOT shorter. Maybe 5'5". Maybe. And his dick was about the same.....well....5.5". But thick.

I did my duty since he made the trek and went down on him. He swears it was his first time trying poppers, but you just never know if they're telling the truth. It was a smallish load, but not a bad one.

After dinner, most of the other guys who were interested just flaked.......save one.

5'8", 165lbs, dark hair (a little greying) - was actually mostly grey, not that that bothered me - love to lick manholes. all top.

He came over and called from the parking lot. I left the door unlocked and got myself on the bed. I put poppers and lube next to the bed, but one of them would never be used.

I heard the door open, close and then lock. He stripped down out of eyesight. He was ok, but nothing spectacular by any means. However, his emails et al were so on the mark, the looks were tertiary by this point. He was more grey than he said, but a full head of it. A little paunch, but overlookable - especially when you looked down at his semi-hard dick, which was bigger than most people's hard hard dick.

Fully erect, I'm guessing 8", but very thick. And veiny.

Yes, he put his tongue on my manhole, but barely in it. Though he was enamored of the hole itself. He went to work on it with his fingers and thumb. Inserting one or the other, or multiple in as he could. Then he played with my nipples, so you know it was all over then. I was giving him anything he wanted.

I told him the lube was on the table, he told me he doesn't use it. Precum is his only source of lubricant. Oddly enough, I wasn't nervous - even when I knew his size. I still find spit to be such a great turn-on as lube, this is only one more step out from that.

Now, I don't precum much, so I would worry if it were me, but I've been with guys that it is like a faucet. He was somewhere in between.

But he worked me open enough for me to take it. And let's face it, I'm a trooper when it comes to taking dick. I did take a hit of poppers but it was almost not needed for any relaxation.

We started with me on my side and it was good. Then he flipped me on my stomach and buried my face in the pillows and just bottomed out in me. And went to town too. The guy just hammered away. And I took it like a champ. He clearly knew what he was doing.

But we went at it from top, bottom, side, side of bed and on all fours. After about 40 minutes I was begging for him to unload. I think he would have gone longer, but I really did want it. No - NEEDED it.

He got me more on my stomach again, but twisting me to the side just so. I can't say I was on my side though. He got my leg into a position he could really slam into me over and over again. With a mighty groan, I knew what he was doing.....though he never said it. Which is kind of a shame because I do like to hear some nasty talk when that happens.

But on the other hand, sometimes it does not need to be said - and shouldn't. People start to balk at what is going on - and it should happen regardless. There are times it is too late to turn back no matter what the other party then wants.

Wrong? Perhaps in someways. But necessary in others.

So, I'm going to bed full. And slightly sore. I'll be the only one who ever notices.

Truck Stop

You guys who read this know I'm not about posting xtube-like videos. It's not my thing normally. I'm about my real-life experiences, good or bad.

But as you also might know, I never say 'never'. I feel compelled to do such a thing today, as I stumbled across two, but totally related, vids over at BareDerek.

The guy taking IT, made me envious to be him. While watching, I was overcome with such weird feelings of horniness and jealousy that it wasn't me getting just the way he was and from the guys he was taking it from.

There is the HOT guy (military haircut), the big-dicked guy, the fat-dicked guy and the mohawked guy. Actually, all are pretty hot. I love the sub-titles of more real dialogue than you'd get in any other fuckin porn movie. It could have been hotter when the fuckee 'complained they were tearing up his ass if the guys said 'they didn't care'.....but they didn't.

...and though all bareback, and I understand the need for the money shot, I do like how the third guy (HOT guy) unloads up him, whereas the others shot on his hole then pushed it all in.

Note the only guy who doesn't shoot into his ass - Mohawk guy. In the first clip, it's brief, but it's there: the bio-hazard tat between his shoulder blades. Call me twisted, but it is fucking hot. Only a shame he didn't deposit his load up that slut's ass.

Anyway. Enjoy the vids. I know I did. I know I'll be watching them over and over.


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Two Two Two Dicks in One

Once again, I posted an ad on craigslist and got a number of responses. Two responded to me that piqued my interest.

One was a repeat from my last trip to DC. Married stud, all of 33 years old, who lasted all of 2 minutes (tops) with the head I gave him. Handsome face. Beautiful dick. Just overexcited. He apologized, but with all else he had going for him, he was easy to forgive.

Last time, he expressed interest in watching me suck someone else - as he had never seen it before. He had also mentioned watching me get fucked. I was so ok with both these things. Not only for him, but especially. As you know from here, I do like an audience.

The other guy was hot in pics, though he provided no stats. I'll guess he was around 6'4", football player-ish build, 200 pounds or so, a very nice smooth chest (which I'm not usually a fan of smooth, but he pulled it off), and a beautiful 8" cut dick.



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Only after did he come over, had his dick out and me down on it, did I bother to mention someone else might be coming over too. I told him not to worry, as I had been with him before and he was more than ok.

I had been working on this guy's cock for about 10 minutes, taking every fucking inch, not only on my own, but sometimes with his help, when there was a knock on the door. Opening without ever looking through the peep hole, I let Mr. Repeat in.

Immediately we both go back to the big-dicked man standing, waiting for my/our return. Respectfully, Mr. Repeat stood at a distance while I took a hit of poppers and dropped back to my rightful place. Mr. Repeat was in awe. I did not see his reaction, but I heard it: the inhale of breath as he saw me deep throat the big-dicked man, his reaching out and asking if he could feel his chest. He got approval.

Mr. Big Dick told Mr. Repeat to take out his dick. Then he told me to go down on it. Not that I wouldn't have done it anyway, but it's nice to have direction. Mr. Repeat has a nice cock too. Not quite as big or thick, but such a huge head. I wasn't on it long before the feeder pushed me off it. Once again, he was close. Too close. I held off.

He ended up going over to the bed where he lay back watching us. We moved closer to give him a better show. Mr. Big Dick fed me and I took it. Unfortunately, Mr. Repeat started playing with himself and it didn't take him long to lose control. But we were all aware of it. And so not to muss his suit (yeah, like that was the reason), I went over and took him to the root. He left no question that he was getting his nut.

Mr. Big Dick leans over and tell me in a low, but clear tone, "don't you fuckin' miss a drop. drink it all." And I do. I do it as much for him as I do for Mr. Repeat, as I do for my own selfish gain. Let's face it, I'm not completely altruistic.

Almost immediately, I was coaxed back onto my unshot feeder. While I was down there, Mr. Repeat zipped up his suit pants and I heard the door close. Not even a 'thank you'! Fuck - not like I ever expect it from a feeder. Truth be told - it is hot never being acknowledged that way.

MBD just held my head and pumped his meat in my mouth. Suddenly, he pulled away. I knew he was very very close. He did too. Actually, he knew he was going to shoot, but wasn't going to let me have it. He kept me at arms length until he was ready. Then he took that arm and popped into his palm. I was devastated. I worked hard for it and took a lot of time and turned down others to get it.

Luckily, he didn't keep me fully deprived. With most of the seed still cupped there. He told me to 'open up' and then tilted his hand until his sperm ran into my mouth which remained agape. It was a big load and I know I didn't get it all. When he shot, some flew past his palm and into the carpet. Naturally, some of it clung to his hand - and while I offered and was willing to clean that off, he opted to just wash his hands in the bathroom.

Taking a queue from Mr. Repeat, he threw on his pants and hit the door without a word. I just lay in the bed....stroking my extremely hard dick, waiting for him to exit the bathroom.

I knew I wouldn't cum. Not that way. But he didn't. Nor did he care. He got what he wanted. But truly - so did I.

Repeats

I've been traveling for work for about a year now. Can you imagine that in that time I've run out of available new men?

I find it hard to believe - and I'm sure I haven't. But this last trip I had two repeats. Kind of three.....but that last one is the next post.

What kills me is that these guys either didn't remember hooking up with me or didn't let on. Why should they? I knew (after they got there), but I never let on.

Oddly enough - both guys were from the same trip, possibly the same day. These guys also were on the same day for this trip. The coincidence was not lost on me.

The first guy was Gerry. Or Jerry. A married guy (to a woman) who also had a boyfriend. Impressive for that juggling - including holding a job and fucking me on the side. Well, not fucking - anything other than my face.

I get it - you're married and have another partner: you're not going to be unsafe. wah wah wah.

The guy was not really a looker (as I wrote about back in April or May), but he had the attitude and the cockiness to pull it all off. The dick was average, but it sure did pump out a nice load. And I do love it when it spews on my tongue and I can have it glide down my throat.

By the way - I love it when they won't fuck because it is deemed unsafe, but they have no qualms about putting their load down a guy's throat. Yes, transmission is lower etc, but the transmission is lower for the eater - it is zilch for the feeder - or the guy who wouldn't put it up your ass. They alllllllways think they're the clean ones.

But anyway - he promised to call and come by again when he could wrap it. He never did. And why? He got his nut and walked back to work. I was a distant memory before he hit the lobby.

The second guy I also didn't recognize from his pics. I did the second I opened the door.

Italian, nice dick, nice body - though a little on the thin side. Potentially he had the right attitude, but acted more like a dead fish the entire time he was there.

So I opted not to play.

Could I have gotten off? Maybe. Should I have? Not really.

There is being a bottom and there is someone being there with zero interest. I didn't get it. I don't get it.

He was like that the last time too. I did work out a huge load, but this time it didn't seem worth my time.

I kicked him out and went to look for other things.

Ethinic Hook Ups

The thing about DC is, that there is a plethora of ethnic places to eat - and I'm not talking about restaurants. Just a lot of any kind of dark meat you'd like - from light tan to ebony. You also have asian fare, if you're into that - for me, that's not high on my list.

I don't have a 'thing' for black dick, but there is something appealing about that. I could put my finger on it it, I guess. As control issues go, there is something about being subservient to a black man. Well.....to any man.....and only to a degree. But yes, something about being it with a black man.


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33 6,1, 190, 9c nice phat load - is what the ad read for the above picture. I took the bait - literally. Hook. Line. Sinker.

I will say, the dick was much more impressive in real life than the photo every hinted. The man it was attached to was also impressive. He carried himself with a certain attitude, but not in a bad way. I think if you've read this blog with any consistency, you'll know I like that kind of thing - even more than the looks of a guy, or the size of his member.

We pretty much put myself in every position imaginable so he could feed me his dick. He also gave me a really really big load. But then I couldn't get rid of him. He insisted on pissing before he left and must have made a half dozen unsuccessful attempts. I was a little nervous he wouldn't leave.


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The next morning, the above man answered one of my ads to be fed a hot protein breakfast. He replied with the above picture and description - 5'9" 173 masc-in shape -discrete/private- ddf- suit & tie black guy- 40.

Though clearly the man has an incredible cock - honestly, it was the suit & tie thing that got me hot. You probably could have seen my face drop when he showed up in sweats and a t-shirt (it was REALLY warm in DC last week).

Yes, his thick long dick made up for any lack of suit - but man, to see that thing just hang out of his open fly would have been so hot! And let me tell you - that thing was a hole splitter.

Sure he answered an ad to get sucked off, but he was very well built and changed his mind after we stripped down. I like when guys do that and try to manipulate the situation to get their rocks off their way. ....or to think they do.

In reality, I did post an ad to get fed, but left a nice pic of my ass on said ad. Not quite subliminal, but suggestive and that is what I'm guessing he responded to.....and for.

He had me on my back on the bed and just teasing me with his cock. But he also played with my nipples, which is just a sure way to get me to spread my legs. Maybe he knew that. Maybe it was luck. But he got them open.

Though he asked me if I had a rubber, it didn't really stop him when I said 'no'. Technically, it was a lie. For whatever reason, I do carry them with me, but would only pull them out if I really really really wanted the cock and only if they really really really insisted on not doing it raw. You can usually count on two of those 'reallys'' disappearing once the pants are off and the cock is hard.

He was a good looking man, though he had the greenest eyes - almost translucent. It was an odd thing - like he was looking through me. And maybe he did - which is how he knew what he could do without ever really asking.

Thick and curved was his dick - as you can see. Though he handled it like a pro. Or I'm just a slut. Or perhaps a little of both. He had to get to work, as did I - so it was all business. No edging.....no playing.....nothing but dick pumping in an ass.

He did a good job - and I did a good job taking it. At least I think. I could tell you to ask him, but I don't think I'll give out his contact information. In matter of 15 minutes or so - it was all over. Him getting off. Me taking it. Then me taking a shower, suiting up and hitting the Metro.

With part of him still in me.

But what trip wouldn't be complete without a tour of south of the border?

"Ken" was 28, 5'11", 210lbs, black hair, brown eyes. The man was solid! Not fat, but it would be like moving a semi by pushing him with bare hands.

The dick was small, but he was a confident fucker. He could move me around at will with ease. You gotta like that. And he had a huge load, which he opted to deposit on my dick and in my pubes. Yes, a waste of a load (in my mind), but I would do him again, with the chance of doing more.

I like to experiment - so it's all good!

Late Nite Shenanigans

After a dinner with a friend while working in town, I trolled on-line for dick. Yes yes....feign your shock elsewhere. Your mock indignation goes nowhere with the likes of me. We're almost 200 posts into this blog. It's not like I hold back or tell only the good stuff. I'm pretty much an open-book with most of this shit.

Anyway - the dick below (I have a face pic,, but can't really post that now, can I?) answered me and was looking to get off. It took some email exchange, but it finally happened.

What also happened is that I invited someone else over before I knew this guy ("Brent") would accept the invite. Brent showed first.


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Clearly coming from a bar, he was a little drunk and he also like to smoke - as he reeked of it. But once he was out of his clothes only his hands smelled like it. He was short. Not shorter, but short. Maybe 5'6". For a guy who stands close to 6'3", he's short. I didn't notice it much on my knees or back.

When I let Brent in, I told him another man might be coming over and left the door slightly ajar. I was at the complete end of the hall, no one was making their way down there unless absolutely necessary. All the lights were off in the room save the bathroom light....and the lights of Thomas Circle.

I was down on my knees and taking Brent's cock all the way down. Because he was drunk, I believe that is why it took a while to get him up. But trust me, I did my job and he became rock solid.

We both heard the door open and close, but neither of us looked. Isn't that kind of the way it should be? It was about the scene - not the person per se. He came behind Brent and was doing lord knows what to him, but he seemed to like it.

I never did get a good look at the guy. He came in between Brent's legs and tried to suck on my dick while I was working my mouth over Brent's. That wasn't my thing. I wanted to get these guys off - it's what they both came over for.

We moved around and ended up on the bed - me still not seeing this guy. Brent stood next to the bed while I was on my back eating his dick. The other guy went to mine and I let him for awhile.....but I didn't want to ejaculate. So I pushed him off.

I will say that Brent and I got a little into each other - enough for the other guy to walk out the door. I never saw him (again/still), but heard the door close. And then we went at it.

More sucking. Face getting fucked. ...and then Brent started playing with my nipples - which is always a bad sign. Or a good one. I've said it here before, it just makes me wanna take it up the ass. And even though I told him to stop because of that rationale, I equally (if not more so) told him so he would continue and to plant the seed of fucking me - pun fully intended.

He talked like he wanted to, but somewhat resisted. I kept saying, no problem, but it would feel so good. He wanted protection, I told him I didn't have any because I thought it was just going to be a blowjob.

He laid back and I do think he wanted me to take control of the situation and just sit on him - but I didn't do it. Eventually he took the lead and had me on my back and just pushed himself in.

Soon, his manscaped pubes were pressed against my ass. The 60 minutes of edging didn't leave us much time after he was in. He was pretty primed, so I'm guessing he only last 5-6 minutes. He ended up unloading on a out stroke, but pushed it back in for the big finish.

It was kind of hot and I talked him to the door, finally seeing that I was a good head & shoulders above him, height-wise. He emailed numerous times for a follow-up, but I had moved on and looked for someone new.

Brother in Arms

So....time for new stories..

I'm back from my work travels and am happy to say that as of today, I have new stories for ya. None of them are in sequence, but I don't think that matters. The tales I have to tell are not a continual storyline where each chapter has events that affect the next one.

Let's face it, there are only so many varying degrees of the on-line set-up and execution of getting off....or getting someone off.

But I'm a very adaptable guy and go along with most things - sexually and otherwise.

After placing an ad on Craigslist, I got a number of responses. But one guy who intrigued me was a 38 yo who said he had 9x6 c. Yes, I try not to be a size queen, but who wouldn't wanna see that? And of course by 'see', I mean 'suck'......or whatever else.

I'm also a sucker (literally) for a man in a harness.

We exchanged a few emails and it was decided I would leave my door open and that he was very into verbal. .....and you know I'm down with that shit.

I actually thought he wasn't going to show, since he was 10 minutes away and now it was 25 or so. But the door was pushed open and there he was in all his glory. Work overalls, Citadel wrestling tshirt (woof) and a knit cap. He was handsome too.

His frequent references to being up all night and not being able to sleep made me wonder if he was tweaking or something, but he wasn't too icky about that - though generally I try to avoid those types.

I was a little worried when I got him out of his overalls, as I thought there was no way of 9x6 anything...but he surprised me. Definitely a grower...

I was happy to be down on my knees and help him get it all the way up....as I took it all the way down. And true to his word, he was verbal, but more about his background.

As I was taking him to his short and curlies, he was telling me about it felt like when he had his older brother blow him back when he was 17. He and his brother were 'drunk' and his brother blew him and swallowed his seed.

Then he started calling me his brother. Reliving, real or imagined, his fantasy blowjob. I was ok with it and continued my work.

Tweaker or not. Brother story or not. The man blew a huge load. ...and yes, I took it all.

What? You're surprised?

First Load of '08

Well it was only the third day of the month before I got my first load of the year.

Not too shabby.

The guy who fed me was actually a repeat. I have another guy who wants to fuck me who is a repeat. Has it gotten to the point that I’ve had sex with everyone in this town that I have to resort to circling the block again?

I kid. Of course I say ‘yes’ to the good ones. I’m smart enough to say to ‘no’ to the bad ones. Unless I have a lapse in judgment – but that’s not too too often. And much less so if I haven’t been drinking.

But you might remember the guy in the Spidey boxers. Still sexy as hell and though I haven’t hooked up with him inbetween our first encounter, he has IM’d me via my cell now and again. We’ve had some failed attempts. Not so much this time.

We met up at the bookstore because more than wanting me to suck him off (which of course he still wanted), he wanted to see me swallow some other dudes. As that is how he found me the first time, I know he really got off on that. And let’s face it, I get off on being watched.

Can I even tell you how dead the fucking place was. It was him and me. Period.20 booths on one side and about the same on the second side. We cruised both sides and there was no one. Nada. Zilch.

I take it back – there was the cleaning guy. The one who is relegated to mop up the spooge from the floor after a guy chokes his chicken while watching marginal porn. Those guys always have an attitude – and understandably. They shouldn’t with me, because I never create a mess for them. I help guys take that out of the equation. There is no missed load. Nothing to hit the floor. Certainly not off-white gold.

But as it turns out, it was only him and me - in a dirty booth with no door. Him fucking my face. He kept glancing at his watch like he had somewhere else to be at a certain time or timing his orgasm. Possibly both for all I know.

Like last time he vice gripped my head, forcing it at a 45 degree angle and pounded his crotch into my lips. Like a champ, he dumped is load into my mouth. I pulled off after he had milked out every drop and then showed him his efforts before I swallowed it all.

The other guy I who has been in contact with me is The Lawyer. You might remember him from stories going back 2 years ago. Great dick. Nasty attitude. But annoying as hell. He does not know when to stop – and maybe he goes off his medications or something. It is not uncommon when to get dozens of text messages or emails from him a day.

I want to give him my ass, but sometimes the price is too high.

But I’m off on travels all next week. …and you know how that goes. I normally score and do pretty well.

I’m hoping to have more stories and pictures to share. Hoping to get video too – but like last time, you’ll most likely never see that. Sorry. : )

Dropping a 3 Week Load

Sorry for the delay in posting anything. Between work and the holidays I haven't had much time to play, let alone commit the experiences to the blog.

Actually, I haven't played since my last post. I tried when I was down in Lynchburg, VA (home of Jerry Falwell and Liberty University). I posted an ad on craigslist and I was surprised (yet, kind of not) on how many responses I got. For a such a fundamentalist place there were quite a few men (and boys) who were looking for action. The harder and longer you keep them suppressed, the more filthy and desperate they become.

Anyway, due to timing of my visit there, I never actually got to hook-up with anyone, though I think it would have been fun to see how they operate. At least I know they exist for my next trip.

As I have mentioned, I rarely jack-off between my encounters and since I have not posted since close to first of the month it means exactly what you think it does. Until yesterday, I had not gotten my nut since the 1st of December. I was 2 days shy of a four week build up.

Even though I would much rather take than give, I felt the need to dump this seed. Two days ago I tried to get rid of it. None of the guys I contacted could find time for it or me. So I hit a park. Still nothing. I don't fancy myself to be good looking or anything, so I hate hate hate it when I am the best looking one cruising. I finally ran into a guy who used to work where I did who sucked me off almost a year ago.......but he was more interested in going home and napping before an evening shift.

It was not until yesterday that I hit the bulls eye. I left work early (it is a slow week) and hit the park again. I was sure I was doomed for the same scenario. After about 45 minutes of waiting, I opted to leave. As I was proceeding to go, I passed a true blue-collar guy in his work van. Hotter than hell but someone I was sure was looking for some head. I was ok with that. You know I'd much rather swallow than be swallowed. So imagine my surprise when he pulled up to me and told me he wanted to suck me dry.

I tried to talk him into switching back and forth, but he was 100% eater. I showed him my dick right there in the park - something I almost never do just because I do not want to get busted there. Luckily he lived close by and so I followed him home.

Standing in his front room, he asked if I wanted upstairs or the playroom. Well - DUH. I picked the latter. However, on the way to it we had to pass the kitchen where what turned out to be his lover was preparing dinner. He looked at us and went back to his business.

Getting down the playroom, "Chris" does indeed confirm that the guy in the kitchen was his lover and that they have a very open relationship. Apparently.

Now - you guys know I'm more than a little experienced, but I almost hate to admit that I've never been in a full-on playroom. Stockades. Slings. Shelving filled with assorted whips, dildoes, lubes, poppers, magazines and videos. It was more like a store. Oh - and mirrors: above and to the side of everything. Being a complete exhibitionist and voyeur, I loved that!

He was down on my dick in almost nothing flat. I told him how long it had been and this time I made sure to explicitly say that the load had to be swallowed. He agreed. Anyway, I had to pace myself, as my trigger was on a lower setting. Almost anything could have gotten me off immediately. Concentration was the name of the game.

My shoes and pants were off in a flash. Soon, I was in the sling, with him sucking my dick. Not horribly comfortable for him, but I loved it. I liked looking up in the above mirror and seeing him not only going down on me, but then munching on my ass. It was a very hot sight.

Deep down, I was hoping his partner would come down and join us. I was really hoping that he'd come down and fuck me while I was in the sling - but apparently they let each other play without interruption. So there was no luck there for me.

Eventually, Chris wanted to be on his knees in front of me while I pounded his face. I could do that - but I warned him that things would be over sooner than later. He was ok with that - and so was I.

It wasn't long until I was shooting and filling his mouth. He held it all there. He made froth and foam of my sperm and continued to show me until I grasped his throat and told him to 'swallow my fuckin' seed'. He obliged.

On the way out, my balls about 2lbs lighter, he stops and introduces me to his lover: (fill in name here), this is the guy from the park. Guy from the park, this is (fill in name here). I nodded and really just wanted to head to the door. I wasn't look to make friends.

I don't know if the lover recognized me or not, but I'm 99% sure he sucked me off about 18 mos earlier when I went to his leather store to buy a harness.

The world of anonymous gay hook-ups is a small small one.

Clank II

I don’t seem to find too many guys with PAs that I encounter. It seems that the guys I end up hooking up with on the road are married – which don’t get me wrong is so incredibly hot.

But there is something really hot about a guy with a PA. Not that I’d ever get one or want one. I am a 100% wuss when I think about what it takes to go through to get one. I do like the way a guy looks with a heavier gauge dangling from his dick head. Married guys do not usually sport PAs.

I like the way a guy carries himself knowing that it’s there. And as I said in yesterday’s post, I like the way the metal hits my teeth – and let’s face it, the feeder does too.


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But it’s not just for feeding. The feeling of the cold metal, slathered in lube (maybe!) as it gets pushed up your ass is a pretty unique feeling. I’d be lying if I said the potential damage it can do wasn’t somewhat erotic. Nothing permanent, but you know what I’m saying……..

So it was odd that I had two PA’d guys in one trip. Separate days, but still….. The law of averages and all would say it shouldn’t really happen.

Once again, I had advertised for a feeding – this time it was morning. I had lots of opportunities, mostly from guys who wanted to play email tag, which I specifically said I would not do. But guys are fucking game players – most of em. Normally I can spot the ones who are serious.

…and I did.

He said all the right things. He knew all the buttons to push that one can via email exchanges. When those things happen, I let my defenses down: not requiring or asking for a pic or a phone call.

So when he showed up – again, my door was ajar – I was a little disappointed. He was average looking and body, but could tell even though he dressed the rough part, he was nellier than one would want from a top feeder. Hell, he was nellier than you’d expect from a cockwhore.

But he had a nice dick whose base was wrapped in a thick/wide metal cockring that made his balls look bigger than they were. The shaving did that too. (I’m not big on guys with shaved balls – I like MAN nuts!)


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Most of our time was spent with me in the hotel chair, my legs up on the ottoman while he stood next to the chair feeding me. His dick was about 7", but I didn't have much trouble taking it no matter how deep he wanted to put it. Again, I went out of my way to have the PA hit my teeth or run it over my tongue and lips.

Without asking, the guy picked up my camera and just started taking multiple pictures of me down on his dick.....his balls.....and his ass. I never attempted to stop him. I mean, it was my camera.

But this is a newer digital camera and I wanted to try something I had not done before. Luckily, this guy was ok with it. I had never used the movie control on my camera before and well, I'm something of an exhibitionist, so I asked if we could film the final moments before he came.

The guy was game.

He took control of the video and I played to it. There was a little sucking until he was ready to pop. Some went into my mouth. Some went into my goatee. And with the expertise of a better than amateur porn, but not quite as good as professional porn - we executed a good scene. The guy (never got his name - never cared) took his dick, rubbed the head in what spooge missed my extended tongue and then pushed it back into my mouth.

The clip lasts only about 1.5 minutes, but it is not bad.

I know what you're all thinking: why am I not posting it here? It shows a bit too much of me. What little anonymity I still have, I can't see how I can truly throw it up here.

Of course, I'm thinking about all the other vids I can do and the scenes I can concoct.

Clank I

I had a fun time on my last business trip. I know my last post might counter-indicate that, but overall, I still had some good experiences even though I didn’t take it up the ass this time.

One bad note is that one guy I had seen most times while I did visit DC has moved to Florida. He was a great fuck with an incredible dick. ….but people move on and there are many many others out there who are looking to pop their load into a willing hole.

I hate to say it, but the first guy I hooked up with was by far the best. Why do I hate to say it? Well, no one wants to peak too soon. But what the hell – he was so worth it.

John Doe (yes, the name he used in email) responded to my craigslist ad and also picked up on what few nuances I had in there – especially when it came in regards to verbal and aggressive behaviour. He had a timeline that wasn’t quite matching with mine – so what did I do? I said screw my obligations and did what I had to do. I’m a sex addict. It IS what I do. Consequences be damned.

During one of our phone conversations, John mentioned he had a PA and whether he should remove it before coming over. My response, I believe, resonated with him – “but how would you hear it clank against my teeth if it wasn’t there?”.

John told me what time he’d be arriving and to make sure the door was unlocked, that I was stripped and on my knees. I did as I was told. Naturally, I had the poppers and camera at a not too far distance.

He was all he promised and more: similar stats to mine, though he was more solid (not fat). GL married, masculine, DDF, thick 6.5.

I am here to tell you the man was more than 6.5”. I love it when guys estimate themselves on the low end. As we all know, it is usually the other way around.


John came into the room with all the confidence you want from a feeder. He walked up and stood in front of me expecting me to de-belt, unzip and pull out his cock. And it was something I wanted and was thrilled to do.

For extra effect, I had his PA hit the enamel of my two front teeth. His response was immediate – a sly, devilish grin. I knew I was pleasing him.

We went through a few positions: him standing in front of me while I remained kneeling, him on the bed, legs spread, while I remained kneeling and then finally, him kicking back in the hotel chair- with, yes - me kneeling between his spread legs.

His mouth was foul but not too much so. Not that a truly foul mouth would upset me in the slightest..

He urged me to take him all the way down – and as you can see, he is a thick-dicked man. I can’t say I gagged, but I’m a bit more experienced than your average cocksucker. I took him to the pubes and loved it. I let my tongue dance on the underside of his dick and he loved it.

His hands were at the back of my head, at times taking over how fast and how deep his dick should go. If you read this at all you know that I love it when a guy takes over – or even when he thinks he’s taking over. I wasn’t manipulating this guy at all….he had an agenda, and it just happened to be mine as well.

Mr. Doe was sitting back in his chair, his head all the way back when he vocally informed me that he was nearing climax. Not that I couldn’t tell anyway. You know how the body changes – and not just the extra stiffening of the dick or tightening of the nuts. It’s the entire movement of chest to toes. The gearing up for something big.

And it was. Well….not huge, but it was a great volley of cum that was hitting my tongue and roof of my mouth. I think he wanted to bury it, and I should have let him – but fuck – I wanted to taste his seed. I shouldn’t be so selfish next time.

…and I am hoping there is a fucking next time (or a next time fucking!).

He dressed and had me just sit there on the floor….naked…..and he just opened the door and walked out. For a few seconds I was visible to anyone who would have walked by. Unfortunately, nobody did.

The Non-Swallowers

Why do guys suck cock but not go for the prize at the end?

Why?

I’m just telling your I do not understand. I have never understood this behaviour. Ever.

Though in the next few days I will get to some experiences I had on my last business trip, the ones that have been first and foremost on my mind have been one day of events where I ceded my right to be eater so that I could feed.

My other stories will tell of wanton depravity (duh), but after awhile, as it seems to happen in my travels, I find myself with a 2+ week load built up in my nuts. And as much as I do not identify as a feeder, I do feel the need to not to just jack-off and waste my seed either. I’m a riddle that way.

So with a well-placed ad and a picture or two of my 8” dick, in a matter of 15 minutes I had a number of guys to choose from. All I can say is I’m lousy in my vetting process. Never once did I ask THE question: are you going to swallow my nut?

I guess being the kind of eater that I am, it never really crosses my mind to ask, because it’s never really an issue NOT to eat the load. For me, it always goes without saying. I impose my “values” on others that that is how they should be doing their cocksucking. Silly me.

I should have turned guy #1 away. Not only was he average (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and maybe he didn’t realize it, but I did: I had been with him before (and not that there’s anything wrong with that………usually). The guy was fair at best the first time. Had I realized it, he never would have gotten an invite the second time – and the first time, I blew him!

He did an ok job on my dick, but a little breeze at that point would have gotten me off. Me dumping my load was not testament to his oral abilities.

I had a huge load and told him to start swallowing. To his credit, he didn’t gag, but I was soon to learn that was because he was storing it all in his mouth and nothing entering his throat or going down his windpipe by accident.

Immediately he got up and walked quickly to the bathroom. I was deflated, knowing what he was doing. It only made matters worse when I heard him fricking gargling!!! The fucker opened my hotel mouthwash and started cleaning out his mouth AFTER he spit my load down the sink.

I’m a master swallower and even if a guy’s load is bitter, I do my job and gulp it down. I’m not saying my load tastes bad or good – I don’t know with this load – but I didn’t really give a fuck either.

I hustled him out as fast as he could get out of there.

Not long after, I had another guy who answered. The guy was hot. Nice dick – nice face – nice body. But I told him I had already gotten my load off – and that is was a not great experience, but he talked me into inviting him over anyway. I’m sorry to say I’ve never been great about getting load #2 off so quickly, but what the hell.

I had things to do, so I multi-tasked and started taking a shower. I left the door ajar in case he showed ….and he did.

He came into the bathroom and pulled the curtain back. He grasped my soaped up dick and started stroking it. It felt good and I was instantly hard. And I mean HARD.

I hopped out of the shower and he was already naked and waiting for me. The guy had an expert mouth – and I should say he could have blown me all day long. He kept saying anytime I’m in town, I should call him because unlike the first guy, he’d give me what I needed.

I let him edge me for awhile and I was laying back on the bed when I told him I wanted to unload. And he went for it. Perfect.

…or so I thought.

As I started to shoot, he just let the load slide out of his mouth, down my shaft and into my pubes. WTF?????????

…and he was fuckin happy to do it. Thinking he was doing ME a great favor. He wasn’t. So now, not only was I already showered and had one bad blowjob – now I had a second massive load that was clumping in my short hairs…..along with a good blowjob but a bad finish.

It is possible it is me – but I don’t think so. A true eater gets the load. Always.

Maybe I should just stick to eating – and give up on the feeding aspect.