PIG

I've been told I have a 'type', but I don't know if this is true.

Sure, if I had a fantasy type, he'd be bearded, bald, hairy chest, nice arms, decent sized dick and a dirty mind and foul mouth.  Suits, leather or uniform would be preferred but not required.

But men like that are few and far between, so I normally settle on "regular" guys - and hope they have a filthy mouth and mind.  Everything else is gravy.

Even for my ideal vs the others, this guy wouldn't have necessarily been on my radar.  I wouldn't have reached out to him, but he did to me.

48, 5'11, 195  - all respectable stats. Solid 7.5" thick.  Nice enough.  But it was the hair, mostly the beard that was throwing me off.   WILD didn't begin to describe it.  It went at least 6-7" below his chin and completely untamed.

His picture, at first glance, was that of looking at a homeless man, or the Unibomber. He looked like that in person as well.

Oh yes, I went through with the meet-up.

In the exchange on-line, he said all the right (or was it wrong?) things with the right tone and attitude. Trust me, that commitment takes a man far.

There was no getting to know one another. He was in the door and the pants were off.  His cock was already hard, so he was good to go.  No kissing.  No sucking.  It was him turning me around and bending me over.

While lube was put out, he never reached for it. He was a spit man and that's all that was on his cock as he pushed his way into me.  And the man knew how to fuck. Hard. Deep.  His own rhythm, his own needs, mine were secondary or tertiary.....if they ever came into the equation.

He had alluded to that he can fuck a long time and we switched positions often. Next was on my back while atop a desk.  My entry was the right height for him standing next to the furniture.  He looked down on me as he make his shaft disappear, then reappear, then disappear again. All the while he'd volley insults at me, in the names of "faggot", "pig", "whore" and the likes - sometimes strung together in a barrage of filth.  It made me hard.

It's not like anything he was saying was untrue - right?

Eventually we were down on the ground, him on his back, me riding him.  Always dangerous for me, as I have no control over my orgasm that way. ...and I didn't want to cum, at least not yet and at least not first.

More insults as he pulled out and instructed me to lick him clean. When I complied, that's when he really called me a "dirty fucking pig".

As he stood over me, I thought he'd spit on me, but he was just making spit for his cock, lubing it - readying it....again.  But while he stood, his shoed foot more than bumped my crotch.  I didn't flinch.  He did it again - harder.  I remained stoic.  Then again and again.

"You like to be beat up?" he asked.  I didn't say 'no', but I didn't say 'yes'.  He continued  Oddly enough it did not hurt. He could have done more damage if he had liked.

I was on my back and he bent my legs over my head, just to play with my ass.  I was bent over far enough, I was wondering if I could mouth my own cock, but it wasn't quite close enough.  He never noticed this.

Soon enough I was on all fours with him behind me - fucking the hell out of me fast and hard.  No mercy.  But soon that gave way to him sitting on a chair and me straddling him, facing him, riding him.

That turned out to be it for him.  I rode and he met my downstrokes with up ones.  Soon enough, his hands were on my waist pulling me down - all the way down. Then I felt him throb.

For all his verbal nastiness, he waited till he was done unloading in me before telling what a fucking whore I was. He did that while putting on his pants.

He said he'll want another go-round.   He'll most likely get it.

OINK.

Gift

There are a few bloggers out there that I've corresponded with over the years.  Ones that I would say are of our ilk.  iBlastInside. Dan, from Matt & Dan. Spermpig. ..and of course. Mr. Steed.

Two I've met in person. One I've had sex with. ...and then there is Mr. Steed.

He and I had plans to meet I'd say back in 2010, but my work schedule got the better of me and my planned trip to his neck of the woods was cancelled and then he was no longer in that neck of the woods.  Still, I'm a big fan of his blog, his adventures and his writing.  But I'm a bigger fan of his mind-set.

He's a dirty man.

I'm not speaking out of school.  He knows it. He knows I know it.

Now and again, I will message him after I have had a memorable encounter. He'll get a few days (or weeks) preview of what I will end up blogging about.  Sometimes he responds.....sometimes not.  Like any other man - virtual or real - sometimes I'm not worthy of a response or acknowledgement.

It's safe to say, he might know some things about me that my readership does not. In the course of private conversations, questions are asked and answered.

We happened to be messaging when I was looking to get fucked the other day.  He wanted me to make it happen - to take a load for his birthday present.  I'm all for that, but let's face it, I wasn't be altruistic in this regard.  I was getting the load, not him.  I was wanting the load - as much, if not more than he wanted me to have it.

For some readers, they like living vicariously through my exploits.  Steed is not one of these. He has enough of his own to worry about whether I'm getting laid or not. But I like him and we're simpatico so why the fuck not let him know I'm doing it for him?  ....and for me.

He certainly likes reading about my sexploits. He's one who truly gets it too. ...not that you guys don't.

So anyway, when it was suggested to me, by Mr. Steed, that I find a guy to get bred by, for his birthday, it was a challenge I couldn't really pass up.  I mean, I guess I just needed a reason, right?

Immediately, I found one, but you know how that goes - he disappeared into the internet never to be seen or heard from again.  All that energy with promises of this and that - it's almost hoping he got hit by a car or something or was trapped under a fallen tree, wanting to get to me, but unable to reach his phone.

Guy #2 did come through.  52, 5'10", 190. He wasn't a looker, but had the cock: 7.5" and thick from base to head. And really, it's all about the dick sometimes.

He wanted to kiss, I didn't.  He wanted to suck me, I didn't want that either.

I did go down on him, I got his thick meat in my mouth and took him to the base.  He liked that.  Who wouldn't?

We both knew, with his thickness, that spit alone would not work.  I had some Abolene, which is great lube. I massaged it onto and into his cock. It was slick, I was ready.  He was ready.

This was not to be a quick fuck - but how could one know that from the get-go?  First I was bent over a desk and he eased his way up into my ass nice and uncovered.  Fuck I felt full.

What he lacked in looks, he made up for in skill.  It was a good deep, hard fucking.  And that was only phase one.

He pulled out, and got me to the ground, doggie style.  He put it to me good that way too - a very hard fuck. He kept telling me his bare cock was up me, pounding me.  The feeling was great.

The guy did slip out and roll on his back. I took my place on top and sat on his shaft.  I sunk all the way down, enough that he asked if I could feel his pubes on my ass.  I could.

That position did not last as long as I would have liked.  He wanted me flat on my belly and that's what I did. From behind, he entered me and really hammered his cock home. A good 5-7 minutes of gut punching dick and he stiffened - emptying his nuts into my ass.

In a matter of minutes, he was gone. But yet he remained.

I sent Steed a message.  He got his Gift and I got mine.

Black Babies

I told him 30 was too young for me, but in reality, his weight was not in proportion to his height.  I wasn't going to make him feel bad about that.  Though 30 is usually my threshold for age. I like them older than that still.  Always have.

He insinuated it was his skin color that made me initially reject him.  That was not the issue.

The guy was persistent - as he contacted me through A4A.  He wasn't my "type" but he had an impressive rod, which is kind of my type.  ..and like I said, he was persistent, coming back to me even after I rejected him.

His email that day was that it's like he had taken Viagra because his cock would not go down at all.  I started formulating a way to get him to fuck me that would be appealing to me as well.  I thought I had it, but you know how that goes.

I told him I would leave the door open and I would have my ass up.  The idea was for him to just fuck it and I wouldn't necessarily have to make eye contact at all.  Head down.  Ass up.  Black cock.  White ass.  Zip up and leave.

He was down with that idea.

I saw him pull up, I dropped my pants in anticipation. But like all plans, they are never executed to the degree we'd like.

His Viagra-like dick was limp, so much for that bravado.  He needed / wanted help getting it up, which meant me turning around, seeing him and getting on my knees to blow him - all things I wasn't really wanting to do with this guy.

But a faggot must do what he must do.  Down to my knees, avoiding as much eye contact as possible, I sucked his dick.  It took him a lot longer to get up than his talk would lead one to believe.  I'm not sure he was all that.

His cock in pictures was impressive but soft it was not. Even when I did get it hard, however he was taking the pics made it seem bigger and thicker than it was.  It wasn't bad, but it was not what he was advertising - such is life.

Eventually we got him hard enough for me to go back to bending over the desk.

He was a decent fuck after we finally got to that point.  He kept talking about his bare dick and fucking my ass.  He kept talking about his big black cock.  I egged him on about it being 'dark meat'.

Honestly, I wanted him to say the 'n' word when referring to his meat.  I know I could never start that conversation, but could participate if he brought it up first. He didn't.  I don't know why that can be such a hot scene, if all are into it and become comfortable with the word in a certain setting - but it was not meant to be.

The fuck lasted about 10 minutes.  With one final shove he shot his seed into my ass.

He continued to move about in there, making sure his load was in me; stayed in me.  Naturally, he let his cock soften enough to slide out.  There was no pulling back of the hips to withdraw it.

When he was out, there was no rush for him. He stood looking at me still bent over, slapping my ass and telling, to no one in particular, that his black babies were up in my ass.

And they were.

He wants to come back....but we'll see.  Should I let him?

Deviant

'Deviant' was his screen name.  I knew nothing good could come of it.  But engaging someone with that handle was kind of the point, no?

He had shared some of his xtube posts, and while he was probably nastier than he showed in his vids, he had a side that curbed his edge.

41, 5'9", 160, Hispanic.  His cock was about 6.5" and fairly thin and cut. He had tatts on his chest and arms. His chest and arms were smooth.

During my work travels, he was nearby and we exchanged messages via certain hook-up applications, but we could never quite get the timing right.  ....until my second to last trip to this area.

Because of my schedule, I had to arrive on a Sunday - which left me the entire afternoon wide open...and he happened not only to be on-line, but two miles away finishing his workout at the gym.  A nice bonus for me.

He agreed to come over, but for all his previous videos and chat, he was feeling quite tame, telling me he wanted to lay back and for me to blow him until he shot on his abs and chest and then have me lick it off.

I'm not one to argue such an arrangement, but that was not what I was thinking we'd be doing.  I'm also one that would or could try to manipulate the situation as well.  So, I went down and licked his dick and I sucked him like an expert would do.

I went to his nuts and lovingly tongued them, licked the, sucked them and put them in my mouth.  But I always find the best way to get their attention is to go under their nuts, work their taint and slide my tongue to their hole, even if - or especially if - they are a top.  It always revs their engine.

In between, I complimented his cock and how good it would feel in me....up my ass.  He didn't disagree.

Maybe I was playing him.  Maybe he was playing me - getting me to ask for it. The end result was, I was going to get fucked.

With me on my back, Deviant (I never got a first "real" name), slide his cock into my hairy hole.

Nice latin uncovered cock.

Whatever reservations he might have had about fucking me were clearly gone.  I don't think he really had them, but I can play the game.

The man had in me in every position.  We started out with me on my back, but at some point he was propped up on pillows and I rode that Hispanic meat for all it was worth.  The longer we went on, the nastier his verbal skills became.

For the final act, I was on my belly, on the bed, with Deviant behind me, really putting it to me.  If there were guests on either side of me, or walking down the hall, there was little charade as to what was going on in my room on the third floor.

He kept asking me what he was doing.  "Fucking my ass, Sir!"  

Then he kept asking what I wanted.  "I want you to fuck me.  I want you to breed me".

TELL me what you want, he'd demand.  "I want your fucking load up my hole".   He'd ask specifically what I wanted, and I told him - making assumptions:  "I want your dirty seed up my ass".

That is when he buried in me and screamed, "you better say 'thank you!'".

He groaned.  He moaned.  He said inaudible things. All the while he was pumping his sperm up my hole.

Over and over, just barely loud enough to hear - I thanked him.

I Remember

It was 25 years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. So does he.

He was maybe 6'7" or 6'8". You tend to remember someone that tall.

I'd see him around - but I didn't know him. I don't know how he ever got my number, but he did.  He'd use that number late at night.

"Matt" found me, not that long ago, on-line and he's been playing back those late night visits with vivid detail - the kind only I thought I remembered.

After the bars would close and I'd get home, there'd be a call.  Was I free?  Was I alone?  The door was left unlocked.  Drunk I'd already be in or on the bed by the time he arrived, as he only lived a few blocks away - or so he said. I never saw his place.

These were always summertime fucks. I don't recall visits in the cold months. I remember the summer ones, because it was so fucking hot out and I lived in an old brick apartment building that held in the head and had no air conditioning.

I remember because when his body was on top of me, we were both so slick, you could move with just fluid motions at one point or be stuck together where one would have to forcibly pry the other apart due to being adhered together.

And while I'm a tallish guy, as we all know, what a difference 4-5" makes!  : )    Matt had the leverage to do some damage - and while he didn't, he certainly knew what he was doing.  The man knew how to fuck.  And as you can see, he had the equipment.

Mind you, two decades ago we didn't really have the technology to capture these images, but he was kind enough to send to me the other day after he touched base - and reliving old times. They were good times.

Unless you were my downstairs neighbor. Keep in mind, bars close at 2:30a, Matt wouldn't show up until after 3:00a and well, the fucking went on for quite a while. Add to that, wooden floors and a VERY creaky bed frame - and we were very into it.

Years later, after I moved out,  I'd find he'd run into my downstairs neighbor who would comment on our escapades and congratulated him on his well.....skill.  How she assumed he was the skilled one and not the receiver is anyone's guess.  Maybe she heard me yell, "fuck me!".

Yeah, I remember.  I'll never forget that.  Clearly, neither will he.

Fucked On a Work Call

I got the first load of 2013 from the same guy who provided the last load of 2012.

He wanted to fuck, and well, I wanted to be fucked.  Simple as that.

The only problem was that I had back to back work meetings, even though they'd be telephonic and taken from the home office. I still had to participate, so I originally told him I could not meet.

He is nothing if not persistent.  He asked if he kept it quiet and said nothing, could he fuck me while I was on the phone.  I hesitated for a bit then finally relented. Sure it was risky, but when sex drives run high, one does things they might not ought to do.

I left my office door unlocked and was on the phone when he arrived.  He was dressed causally - sweater, tie, dress shirt, dressed up trousers, but not suit pants.

I thought he'd be hard, with the scene we'd set up, but he wasn't.  I stroked the dick he let out of his fly. And make no mistake, that is as close as he came to undressing.  I couldn't mute my phone, but went down to my knees and silently as possible sucked his cock. He was quiet as a mouse.

He went hard.  7" of dick with a slight upward curve.

I stood up, my pants went down, I bent over.  Simple.

He was behind me. The phone was still active when he entered me. I kept it quiet, so did he.

It did get to the point where I wasn't needed for some part of the call and put it on mute.  We got a little noisier, but not by a lot.

He does a good job fucking, and I think I do a good job getting fucked - though at one point he just stopped moving and I ended up fucking myself on his cock.  He liked that.  Hell, I liked it too  -  but there is something about having an active top, but I'm good with mixing it up.

I was able to stay on mute for a while - at least until he hit the point of no return and dumped a nut up my ass. I squeezed that shaft for good measure, milking every drop out of it.

As soon as he withdrew, I was needed on my call....he went to straighten up a bit.  The call ended and he let himself out.

I kept him inside.

the Return

His hair had grown out.  It was easier to tell when I put my hands in it than by looking at it.  He mentioned it as I felt it - I acknowledged that I liked it.  It felt right. It felt good.

I liked it when I held his head when we kissed.  It had been months since we had - and I had missed it in my own way.

Due to my schedule, we had little time to play, but we found a window of time and we used it.

It all happened so fast, so quickly - we had time to kiss, time to make out (which you know I do with few people, save him), there was no foreplay or very little.

Ok, yes, I sucked a bit and yes, I ate his ass very little (and him mine), but really it was not an extended session and as much as I like to do all those things, that was not the focus for either of us.

On the bed it was quick - too quick.  We had time lines, unfortunately.  Except for pants and shoes, nothing else came off....of either of us.   It was down, but not dirty.

I was on my back, he above me.  His cock slipped into me like it was meant to be there.  I love the way he fucks me.  7" of dick,  curved slightly and the guy knows how to use it.  And he knows it.

I would not call it a quick pump and dump, but again - time lines.  In and out - in and out.  You all know the mechanics.  There is something to be said for kissing while fucking.  There is something to be said about kissing more deeply the closer one gets to coming.

Of course, there is something to be said about coming.   ...and he did....right up my ass.

Flexing of the dick, knowing his load was shooting in me. Knowing that is where we both wanted it to be.   It felt right.  It felt good.

I'm hoping we don't wait months to do it again.  I'm thinking he's thinking the same thing.

Big Bald Buff

He was a Manhunt find.

Like all sites, Manhunt seems to be hit and miss. But out in California, it was a hit.  Twice. Mind you, with the same guy two different times, but what the fuck - it worked.

He (I got no name) was 6'3", shaved head, a beautiful toso that as partially shaved into somewhat of a diamond shaped pattern.

He claims his cock was 8" x 5.5", but it seems larger...and thicker. But numbers and tape measures do not lie.

 He also seemed at least an inch taller.

First time, he arrived late. Late enough that I was on the phone, on a work call, because I didn't think he was going to show. He entered quietly. He stepped behind me and rubbed my chest and nipples. I was a bowl of jelly while talking with whomever I was talking with. He knew it.  He was revving my engines.

The man was wickedly masculine and handsome - I would tell him later, totally porn-worthy. What he was doing hooking up with the likes of me is completely unknown.  I wasn't really going to argue the fact.

He was affectionate in nuzzling his unshaven face near mine and by my neck.  Lips would never touch - either visit.

I slowly stripped off his suit, cufflinks, tie, etc. He was dressed up for work, but in middle of the morning, here he was, in my hotel room.

I stopped him as he went for his belt. Exposing him that way would be my "task".  I love doing that and it's hot for a man like that to just stand there and be worshipped in certain ritualistic ways. Plus, before those pants come off, I love seeing a shaft just sticking out of an open fly.  Most tops don't see the beauty in this, but I didn't want to be denied.  I wasn't.

It was a fucking beautiful thing.

While ultimately successful, I did have to work to get that rod down my throat.  I went to the short hairs and he fucking liked it. I fucking loved it.  While we never truly talked about how he wanted to be drained, what good session doesn't usually start with some head?

I so wanted to eat his ass too, but he said he would think about it. It turns out he's not a fan of having it eaten, which I don't get.  I TOTALLY get guys hesitant about eating another ass.  But somewhere along the line, I got the green light and he was fucking moaning.  The hole was tight, so he's not the kind to have it played with often, if at all.  Maybe he thought if one barrier went down, the others would.  I had no intention of using anything but my flesh colored tongue for insertion.

The guy loved my nuts. Granted, they are large and he assumed it was because I had a huge load in them.  I did, but they are always that large anyways.  I told him I don't come that much.

We did move over to the bed.  He leaned back while I sucked him. He played with my nuts.  His fingers found my hole.

The man was skilled. Not with this fingers but with that massive rod.  He claimed not to want to fuck, but would rub the head over my hole, leaving me wanting....needing.

He teased and teased and then the head was in.  Then 2".....then 4.   Just my spit as lube, no poppers.......and soon he was hitting bottom. And it was fucking glorious.  He stood between the bed and the wall and I placed my feet against the wall.

It seemed to be good for him too.  He could feel me clamp down on every withdrawal. He felt me relax for every push. His eyes would roll in his head for the former, as if he were trying to keep control of his orgasm.  I have seen it enough times with enough men to know the symptoms.

He kept claiming he wanted to unload in my mouth, but didn't stop the pumping of my ass. I don't know if it was a ruse to keep up me so he could finish or if he thought he had time.

I could read the signs in his face - there was no holding off.  I squeezed my ass muscle and that's all she wrote.  The eyes rolled back once more and he got his nut.

Once he came off his orgasm high, he insisted I jack off.  Normally I do this for no man, but he was fucking hotter than shit.

He tugged my nuts and I stroked my dick. I got off - big time.  I had a 10 day load, easily.  I hit everywhere and everything with my jizz. He was in awe.

He said, "I thought you said you don't come very much".  I misspoke, I told him.  I meant, I don't come very often.

A week later, I was back in his town and he was back in my room, though at night.

There was very little foreplay this time.  It was fucking.

Again, just spit, no poppers.....his dick, my ass.  Hand and glove came to mind, but he wore no glove.  It felt as good the second time as the first. It had not been a fluke.

Both of our methods made the other feel good, until he slipped out of me.....on purpose.

With no words, he lay back on the bed and waited.  I took the hint.

Straddling him, I held his dick stead and slid it into me.  Slow and deliberate, I sank onto it, again, till we were bush to ass.  Then I rode.

He insisted (again), I jack off while I fucked myself on him and cum on him and in his face.  It seemed like a good deal to me.

He made it to the finish line before I do - they always do, but I don't come that often.

He closed his eyes and got off, then encouraged me to shoot.  I did - hitting mostly his face, but a few times in the face and once in the eye.

I will give him this, he had me stand there, while he watched me afterwards and he stroked himself off  - getting a second load.  Had I known, I would have been on my knees to catch it like a good boy.

I'm hoping to be back in his town sooner than later.

The Unassuming Guy

He was average looking in his profile, but stated emphatically he was a top.  That in and of itself says something. At least to me.

He was even more average in person. Not bad looking, but just kind of milquetoast. He appeared to be nice, which for most people is a good thing. For someone (me) just wanting a top, niceness can get in the way of a hot time.

I should mention that in the aforementioned 'top' activities, only me blowing him was discussed. I really wanted to feel a load on my tongue and the spunk sliding to the back of my mouth and down my throat into my belly. That was fine with me.

He'd be taking a break from work to come over then head back once finished.

Dressed all in black, he stood there, eventually just freeing his cock through his fly - which is always a hot look. I went to my knees, and took him in my mouth.  I made him feel good. I made me feel good by feeling his warm shaft fill my mouth.  The 7 or so thick inches lay heavy on my pink tongue. I stayed on it for a while, enjoying the feeling of another man filling my mouth.

But like so many other times, he wanted to go down on me.  Sigh.

What is it with 'total tops'?  Do they not know what 'total' means?  Do I not know?

And yes, I've been around this game for a while, so maybe I'm confused on 'oral top'. In theory it means they like to be serviced, no?  More often than not it means they like to fuck..........AND suck cock. Just commit to a position already!

He had me sit in a chair and he took me to the root.  Not a bad job, but not really what I was looking for. As I was on the edge of my chair, he did go down and lick my balls.  I asked him to lick my taint as that is the most sensitive.  For some reason when he did it, I felt nothing. No thrill, though I faked it a bit.  What?  You've never done something like that?

I will give him this, he went lower and touched tongue to ass. That I liked. But it was a bad angle.  I told him if he really wanted to lick it, I'd get him better exposure.  He agreed.

Now, I won't say I didn't have other motives in mind. I figured if he wanted to lick ass, maybe he wanted to play with my ass.

I got up from the chair and bent over a desk. I waited for the tongue that was never to come.

All of the sudden his knob was at my hole.

"Hey, that's not your tongue", I said.  "No it isn't", he replied and pushed into me. No question. No permission. No rubber.

I braced myself and did not protest.  He slid in further. Well, all the way. Bush to ass. Then without waiting, we went for a ride. Or he did, but in a way, I did too.

For the next 20 minutes, he pulled out and pushed in with vigor. There was no varying the tempo, no edging. This was an out-and-out fuck. He had good stamina. There was no slipping out and having to repurpose the cock or attempt to make it harder for reentry. No - he was working this dick. He was working my ass.  And at some point, I was asking him to do so.

He was verbal, but not nearly nasty enough. His average personal, his milquetoast-ness, was his undercover gear. Once he was in, he was in charge. Sometimes it is the wallflowerish men who have the determined, nasty streak in them. The unassuming who really know what they want and somehow get it.

His verbal behavior let me know he was approaching the end of the ride. And then he exploded his nut up my fucking ass.

No question. No permission. No rubber.

He stayed in me, as did his load.  He eventually slipped out. His load did not. That remained behind.

I'd say he was getting ready to pull up his black briefs and pants, but he stood there for a moment too long. I don't think he was expecting me to go to my knees and take his just extracted cock into my mouth. But I did.

He became verbal again - calling me 'buddy' and 'boy'.  He told me to 'lick that cock clean'.  I did. Those unassuming ones - he fell right into the right mode for someone who'd just taken someone's ass and left a deposit.  He might not have expected to be cleaned off, but once he realized it, he was more than into it.

So was I.

Eventually I finished, though I could have kept his meat in my mouth for quite a while longer, but he had places to be and he didn't need to feel obligated to a guy like me.

He dressed.  He left.  No promise of return.

Main Course

With Mr. Hispanic gone, we were free to play more freely.

MH ran a few fingers through my beard - right around my mouth - and said, "that's where I want to put my load".

My blog and Twitter profile pictures show me with semen in my beard. At this point, I couldn't even tell you whose jizz it was. The images were a turn-on for this guy.

But MH knew I was coming to California and has been following me on Twitter and possibly this blog for a bit of time. And while he tends to like the same things I do - albeit with darker meat - he was hoping to deposit his load around my mouth as well.  Who am I to turn down this kind of offer?

He was maybe a little taller than I am, short hair and a nice dick.  He "suggested" I get down on my knees, as I had a job to do. I did.

We didn't spend much time with my on my knees though. Soon it was too the bed, in various positions.  Mostly me on my back, him with knees on either side of my chest feeding me cock - in and out, in and out, in and out.

He talked dirty - which is a huge turn-on.  I talked dirty too. He queried: "who do you think's a bigger whore - me or you.".  Being the polite guest, I said it was probably him.  He thought it was probably me.  He was probably correct.  Neither of us cared who was the "winner" of that.. We were both ok with being whores.

Lots of eye contact, lots of cock to mouth contact.

He jacked a bit and that was ok. That he's not normally a feeder is fine that he had to jack to get himself there. I can totally relate. I was appreciative that while he can normally be a bottom or eater that he went out of his way to feed me because that is what he wanted to do!

I also knew as he got closer to shooting his load, while I wanted it in my mouth, he was fascinated by the pics I have with it in my beard.  We both got partial what we wanted.

I opened my mouth as he neared, my tongue out. but at least half went in my beard, the other half on my tongue and slid down my throat.

He started to kiss me to taste his load, but I stopped him. "Scoop it up and feed me".  He did just that. All of it.  He kept telling me, "good boy".

"So - who's the whore now?"

It was me.

Appetizer

Central California can be a desolate place for sex sometimes. Lots of interest from the few guys there and little follow-through.

I was waiting for someone who said they'd show but double booked, because you just don't know. 

The guy was short and Hispanic. Maybe 5'6".  His pics showed a beefy, meaty uncut dick - as one would like to see on a Hispanic man in his 40s. 

He never mentioned no transportation, so it took him longer than expected to get there, and even though it is CA, it was in the low 40s so he was cold to the touch too.

The cock was not all that. 5.5" when fully hard, which was difficult to do. He was engaged, but something in him was not cooperating.  I couldn't get him or keep him hard.  ...and I don't think that said anything about my abilities. 

It certainly wasn't for lack of trying.  I did suck him - and well.  We finally got into a position that suited him.  My head hanging over the bed, my head between his legs, his cock in my mouth.  And he fucked my mouth.

For those who've attempted this as the eater, it's a great place, if you're experienced. If not, there can be gagging and a battered throat. Not to say the feeder doesn't like to gag and batter the sucker below him - it can work on multiple levels.

With this guy's dick, I was in no danger of having my eyes well up or have spit running out of the corners of my mouth.

While back there, I did go farther behind and eat his ass, which he was ok with, but didn't get into that as much as most guys who get my tongue on their pucker.

But with my mouth and his dick, he was persistent and he plugged away.  He started precumming and it tasted good...salty, watery but good. Then he stopped for a few.

It hadn't been precum, it was just cum.  His cum.  Pre-cum size, not full load size.  Still a load is a load.

This guy thought for sure he had a second one in him and wanted to fuck me.  Good for him, but I knew it couldn't happen - he barely got hard for a blowjob.

He did get me bent over and poured lube on his cock -and the more he couldn't get it up me the more he poured lube.  I just wanted to tell him no matter how much he had, if he could not get stiff, it wasn't going to happen - but he had to kind of know that, right?

As it turns out, it didn't matter - right then, there was a knock at the door.

The person I was scheduled to hook-up with arrived on time.  He looked at the Hispanic guy, brushed my nipples and leaned in and whispered, "get rid of this guy".

I did.

Change

After seven years, I updated my template for the blog.  It was actually a mistake I couldn't seem to undo, but I"m nothing if not flexible.

What it also did was force me to update my links because it only imported some and not all. However, so many of those links had not been updated for years and some were just outright defunct and no longer functional.

Normally, I will update / delete a link that has been inactive for 12 months, but I kept one or two because the archived stories are so hot.

But it is possible I lost some links I wanted to keep or some of you link to me and want me to link back.  You have to give me a shout-out if that is the case.

The look is a little cleaner and I like it a little better - so change isn't bad.  We'll ride with it and see what happens.

Physical Therapy

I was on the road, which is where I am apt to be - a road warrior.

It was West Coast time, but my body remained on Eastern Standard Time - or was it Daylight?  Either way, it was 4am and I was awake, but too lazy to start working, so I lay in bed and reached for my iPhone.

Grindr, Manhunt, Growlr and Adam4Adam produced nothing. Now mind you, it's 4a and I'm suspect of guys who are up this early - or still up from last night - but even here there were not many. I did find a few more on Scruff - in particular a guy who was 5'10", 185, short brown hair, clean shaven and 40.  He was looking for no strings - and I'm all about zero strings.

Our conversation went back and forth. I was pretty up front about what I was looking for. He seemed into it. But then he started asking about my cock and to see pictures of it.  This doesn't sound like a guy who wants to feed me his.

And then he wanted me to call him - and talk. I didn't want it to be a verbal session so he could jack off at home. I didn't want to be a phone sex line. Finally he agreed to come over.  I told him my room number and said the door would be unlocked, just push in.

He did just that. The sun was not yet up and very little light in the room.  He dropped his pants and walked up to the left side of the bed where I was laying.  His 7" was hard and ready to go. It went in my mouth.

Since I was laying in bed, right on the edge, he walked up and his cock was at mouth height. It slipped in. I took it deeper. All the way, actually.  He groaned, possibly loud enough for neighbors to hear, if there were any around.

I love when a cock feels natural in my mouth. Often they do, but there are some that don't. This was made for my mouth and my throat. It felt it too - as it plunged deeper, then out, then in again.

Yes, this was not to be a passive blowjob. The cock, and body attached to it, were going to be an active participant. In and out, in and out - all the while me using my lips, my tongue and throat in unison and separate motions to stimulate this great dick.

I was rewarded with moans and dirty talk of both my ability and of me being a big enough of a slut to leave my door open for a stranger.

At one point, he leaned over the bed and engulfed my cock. He had a nice mouth - and he was no stranger to sucking. But that was not what I was there for, and he soon came up and checked his watch. I know he had to go to work.

I went back to work on his cock in earnest. My mouth met his dick as often as his bush met my lips. We found the timing, we found the pace.

He asked if I wanted it.  "It" being the load, I assume.  I always want the load, even in bad sessions.

He didn't really wait for me to answer as he let forth a river of seed that fell into my mouth.

I was still somewhat on my back, I opened my mouth for him to see it go into me.....the white just hanging there on my tongue as some of it slowly slid back past my tonsils.  Of course, all of it made it there shortly thereafter, but now and again a feeder likes to see his own babies before they disappear.

He left one drop on the outer edge of my lip - I made sure he saw I had taken care of it.  With my tongue extended, I reached the droplet, curled the end of my tongue and brought it back to my mouth to  go with the rest of his load.

He took a towel and dried off his meat and was on his way.  ....then I started mine.  After I jacked off, that is.

After the Bookstore

It's the mobile age, so what was I doing while between cocks at the bookstore?  Certainly not watching all the fucking tranny porn they have there. I'd much rather watch straight porn than chicks-with-dicks.  I'm not sure who that is appealing to, but it ain't me.

No, I was sitting in the booths, but I was on my phone looking for cock. Yes, the irony does not escape me that I was looking for better cock on-line than what was right in front of me - or potentially in front of me.

There were a number of people I was 'chatting' with, but two were better.  One in theory because he didn't have a picture. He was using a smartphone app without a picture!  But he was closer than the other guy.

As you might know these apps can tell you they are x distance away. One guy was 16 mi away.  Unfortunately it was in the wrong direction, until I realized when you're horny, that doesn't really matter. As I took my last bookstore load, I decided it was time to leave and give this guy a shot.

His pic was promising.  Goatee, bald, 5'11 and 160.. His cock was 7".  I wouldn't have traveled 40 mi for it, but I was already part of the trip in, so I'd go the extra distance and he talked about what a shooter he was. Of course, I always worry about 50 year old men who have a "roommate".  If he lived with his partner (he said he was partnered) that is one thing - I can abide with cheating.  But for a 50 yo man to need a roommate is just well.......kind of sad.

The place was a walk-up duplex. Something I would have lived in as a college student. The guy's picture was way better than the actual thing, including his dick.  But fuck, I was there.

I got on my knees and he took it out. There is no foreplay when sucking cock like this - no conversation, no kissing, no nipple play. It was on my knees, it was dick in mouth and it was to be over.

For all his talk on the phone, he must have been worked up.  I can tell you the head I provided lasted no longer than seven minutes - no including walking in and walking out the door.

He had a gravely voice so when he encouraged me while I sucked was kind of hot, but kind of not.  Maybe I read too much into the rest of the surroundings. The cock was rock hard, so he was good to go and he did have a fucking big if tasteless load.

Seven minutes isn't record time - fast or slow - for a blowjob.  I was hoping for a little more substance, but I was also happy to get it over with and move on. Like it says, it's a "job".  I did my work, I got what I needed, he got what he wanted.

I started the car and had six loads in me.  Not bad for a Saturday afternoon.

Bookstore 5

Sorry - after #4, the place just got ugly, save for these two guys who came in I think together.  If they did, they split immediately.  Both were above average. One I would have love to have made it with (ok, probably both), but he'd look at me with slight interest but keep moving.

Adult video arcades are like swimming with sharks, if you stop you die.  It's rarely about what is in front of you, but what might be in another row, or another booth. They always hope there is something better.

The guy in question was maybe 5'9" dark hair with a little grey. His friend was about the same height with blonde hair and seemed a bit more gym built.  Guy #2 never seemed to get off his blackberry, just standing in a corner while his friend made the rounds again and again.  Maybe one was the bait or maybe the chaperon. I don't know.

Neither seemed interested in me. Though I don't think blonde guy knew I was even there.

Then there was a third to the mix - he was a short, muscular, trimmed hair and again, a pair of track pants.

At first he seemed more interested in my cock, which is not what I paid a $10 entrance fee for.

Still, I let him grab it, I let him see how much it would grow.  I felt his cock through his pants, which felt like a solid 6".

He wanted to see how hard it would get, but didn't want to suck it. That I don't get.

As I reached back for his dick, I felt a hand on my balls. But it was coming from behind. It was not the guy in the bench in front of me.  I peered over my shoulder just a bit to see the studly blonde blackberry guy.

The guy on the bench took out his dick and I bent over to engulf it.

Blond guy kept feeling my nuts and across my taint. He tugged a little on my sac and even reach to feel my stiff rod.  When he did that, I sucked the guy beneath me even better.

As much as I wanted that cock in my mouth, I wanted the guy behind me to unzip his and slide it up my ass.

That was not meant to be. He never exposed himself, he never really played with my ass. And when I positioned myself to make myself "available", I think that was too aggressive for him.  As he was getting ready to back off, he heard the other guy - the feeder - tell me to drink it.

Just then he shot off a small load in my mouth. Nothing substantial at all.  I swallowed.

The guy behind me was long gone and the guy on the bench was soon to follow.   But it was my fifth load of the day.

Bookstore 4

For those of you who go to adult bookstores - you know how there is always this guy who borderlines on creepy and sexy?

He's the kind of guy that if others are around you might purposefully dismiss, but when left to your own devices can't stop thinking, "maybe.......".

And that maybe usually turns out that their actual air of sleaziness pays off mostly in big ways. That is if, you like a sleazy, smarmy guy taking out his dick for a guy like you (me) to suck. You might think he's low, but you're the one on your knees.

There is a certain hotness to this.

Such was the case in this bookstore. Pearl snap shirt. I'm guessing in his early 60s. Even his moustache was sleazy looking.  Yet, again, that confident air.

I know he looked in on me giving head to at least the second guy I mentioned (Bookstore 2). He stood there, watching my skills more than he was watching the guy feeding me.

I know he saw me walking into the bathroom and I assume he saw the fucker walk-in before me (Bookstore 3). While he might not have known exactly what went on in that bathroom, he probably knew we weren't braiding each other's hair.

Each time I'd walk past him, in my search for cock, he'd leer at me. I still wasn't at that place mentally where I told myself I wanted to go down on him, but internally I knew I was on my way to that place. A few times with me sitting in the booth(s), he stop in the doorway and I'd ignore or shoo him away.  It never deterred him coming back.

At one point, I looked at him and he at me. I didn't say no. I didn't wave him away.  Encouraged, he stepped in to the booth. I didn't stop him.

I sat on that seat, he stood near me.

No words from me. Maybe saying I wanted it would be too much.

No words from him. If he talked, he might risk the opportunity

No words from him, as I assume he knew his ability to make guys like me put his cock in their mouth was his strength.

And it's not that his cock was spectacular.  Maybe 7" thin.  Nothing bad, but it was his mindset - or what I perceived his mindset to be - that was his sexuality.

He stood not moving. He knew I'd make the first move. I did.  He knew he had to do nothing but supply the meat.

I leaned in, I took him in my mouth.  "Good boy" I heard barely above a whisper.....and a hand on the head. Somewhat avuncular, somewhat predatory. Maybe a little of both, not that they are exclusive.

I worked the dick in part to make him hard and get off.  I worked the dick in part to get him off so he'd leave.  Guys have guilt about sex after they shoot. Sometimes feeders have it during - but the need to suck overrides the guy who might not be as desirable.

Get it done.  Get it off. Get it over with.

It took 10 minutes. I slipped from the bench to the floor, his cock never leaving my mouth.  He was hard and I knew he'd have a load for me.  And I worked it out.

"Oh yeah, that's it" was the only other words he said, and that was right before he shot. I knew he was going to.  The load was minimal, but tasty.

Again, it wasn't about physical prowess, it was mental - and his being self-assured. He carried it in the way he walked and how he approached guys.  That he had seem my devotion did not hurt his cause, as he knew what he was dealing with.

He stepped out and I stayed a few minutes longer.

Passing through to the other side of booths, he barely nodded as he chatted with the fucking bookstore clerk.

Bookstore 3

He walked in, not a day over 40 and in shape. You rarely see this in at least this bookstore.

Tight grey t-shirt and track pants. I have no idea why I find track pants so sexy, but on the right guy - and this was the right guy - they are hot.  He had nothing on underneath them.

What he did have was a 7" very fat cock. Possibly fatter than the other guy's dick.

But as he walked in, I was still on my knees - just looking up at him.  He almost sneered as he looked down. He had every right. I was a cocksucker, he had just witnessed me taking another man's load in public and he was the hottest guy this place had probably seen for weeks or months.

He pulled his track pants down enough to expose that cock and huge huge huge set of nuts. I went down on him.

Since that last guy had shot some below my lower lips / chin area, when I swallowed this guy whole, the other guy's seed ended up coating this guys balls. No worries, I eventually licked them clean.

I did a good job sucking him, if I say so myself. I did at one point pull off to ask if he liked the show he had seen of me servicing the guy before him.

He shrugged.  "I like ass".

I stood up and gripped his incredibly thick dick. "This will be tough getting up my ass - it's so big".

"I'll make it fit", came the reply.

I turned away from him and while he rubbed against me he also said he couldn't fuck in a place like this. I'm not sure what he was doing there, but......then he said to follow him to the restroom and he'd fuck me there, since the door locked.

He was sexier in full light.  But there was no playing around. This was business.  He turned me around, my pants came down and I bent over.  Only mother nature's lube - his spit - was used.

He offered me poppers and I gladly took them. I found the opening and pushed. ...and he was thick. Very thick. He kept pushing and he didn't care about how I was doing. The reality is, looking like he did, he probably didn't have to care. People bent over for guys like this all the time and without a hint of complaint. I wasn't going to be the first.

He spit down onto his half-way embedded dick and said, "Ok, let's go" and pushed deep.

I wanted to brace myself against the sink, but figured we'd rip it out of the wall. It didn't look that stable and this was going to be rough anyway. I leaned more and put my hands against the wall.

Studman just went balls deep and started his fucking.  Unlike a lot of big dicked guys, he knew how to fuck. Many don't because they don't have to know, they have big dicks and don't have to have style. But this guy liked ass for a reason, he was good with his tool.

Don't get me wrong, he was stretching me open and we were both quiet. While I've never had issues having sex in this place, it was always a booth, never the restroom.  I wasn't sure how it'd go over.

After the "let's go" comment, not another word was said. Not even after 10 minutes when I felt him throb and knew what was about to happen.

No words of "pull out" or "don't cum  in me" were uttered.  Neither were words of "I'm going to cum" or "do you want it?".

I was letting a stranger fuck me in a bathroom of an adult bookstore. Those were the only things needed to be known.

He pulled out. I pulled up. I walked out. He must have to.....right out the door.  I was back in the video area again.

Bookstore 2

It was a few dead minutes of wandering and seeing the same guys until I stumbled upon a prospect.

He was in a booth and his gym shorts pulled down below his balls. I spied him from the booth I was sitting in directly across from me. Remember, these booths have no doors.

He looked over at me too. This cock looked nice and very thick with a huge head. I stared and did a very very slight nod. Bookstores are rarely the place for over communication from the onset. He did the same back. I made my way over from my booth to his. He did not stop me from coming in.

For whatever reason he I thought I was new to all of this - whether he meant the bookstore or being with a guy is unknown - and I just took it and ran with it. Maybe it was his fantasy, maybe not, but I could play the part.

He had me kneel in front of him and he put that big head to my lips. I looked up at him like I wasn't sure what to do next. "Open up", he said. I did.  He did a few quick jabs with that meat and pulled way back. The guy was close already  - though to be fair, I have no idea how long he'd been there or how much he'd played with himself.

He then told me he didn't want to blow right then and I was a little disappointed. Of course, I wanted the load.

The guy had me stand up. He turned me around and wanted to see my ass.  I told him (still in that "role"), there was no way I could take something like that up my ass.....it was too thick.  Actually, it was very thick and even for an experienced guy it would take some doing let alone in a cramped booth. Sure it could be done.

As it turns out, this guys was probably more about getting fucked than fucking. He wanted me to "rub" my cock against his ass. Then it was against his hole....but he didn't want it up there.  Soon enough it 2-3" was up there.

He had me go back and suck him and of course, one of the hotter guys who paid no attention to just me stood in the doorway watching and stroking his 8".  But he wouldn't let me touch it. I wanted it.....but I think he was interested in the scene or just the other guy and I was in the way.   ...then he walked away.

Rubbed his cockhead over my lips and had a nice string of percum that attached to from my lips.  He then did a few deep thrusts into my mouth and lots of spit came out stuck to his head, and stuck to my lips as it connected us for a few seconds before breaking and hanging off his shaft.

Again he had me stand and he turned around for just the "rub". But I jabbed a few times and then he mentioned he was going to blow.

While I wanted to keep the role going, I knew I had seconds to get on my knees. Eagerness of my normal cocksucker mode overrode the hesitant new guy role. He didn't seem to notice.

He blew a huge load into my awaiting mouth. I got there by a fraction of a second, yet some still hit below my lower lip. He continued to shoot and look down on me....at me. Smile on his face.

"Swallow it", came the command.  I looked up and him quizzically and he clamped my mouth shut so I would have no option but to take his seed.

He smiled, snapped his shorts back into place and walked out.

Unknown to me, another guy was at the door.....waiting.........and just about to walk in.

Bookstore 1

I was bored. It was raining. I went to an adult bookstore.

I was hoping others had the same idea, but it was kind of dead there. I've never understood this place. I'm not a half-bad looking guy, but the guys on my level or above tend to hook-up with the much older or the much skeevier.

Everyone has their own tastes and I know places like this allow you to delve into environments you might not do in the light of day. I get that.

So I was wandering around when a shorter, but somewhat attractive man passed me in the hall and purposefully brushed my crotch.  He wasn't hard on the eyes, but only 5'5" - maybe. Much shorter than I'd normally consider. He went into a booth, I followed.

As he leans against the wall, I walk in and he fondles himself. It's a nice package. I can tell through his jeans.

He pops the buttons and I see how nice. Between 9-10". Fat. Maybe 6" around.  It hangs, but you have to figure it takes a LOT of blood to fill that and make it super erect.

Going to my knees, I can't help but to take it in my mouth. It easily fills me up and then some.  Still, at this state, 75% hard, I can still take it all the way to the root.  He seems impressed.

I suck for a while and also work his nuts. Guys peek their heads in and check us out - one guy for a while feeling us both. The intruder turns me around to show both of them my ass.  The big dicked man rubs his penis on my cheeks. I want it.

I go back to my knees. I work the dick. I want the dick.  I tell him it's a "porn-worthy cock". He looks down on me, telling me he's made 22 bareback films.  I bone up.

I ask if he wants to fuck me,  he says yes, but not here, not now.

He makes me stand and jack for him.  He sucks me a little.  He tells me my cock is nice too. It is, but comparatively, it is not.

He is excited as I show off for him and he likes showing off for me.  He announces he is going to cum.

I drop to my knees, the first shot hits the floor.  The second my beard.  The third and additional ones in my mouth.  The amount of cum is amazing.  I have a huge wad on my face, a great splash on the floor and a good amount now in my belly.

He wants me to shoot, but I'm not ready....and I just got there.

He has my number. I have his.  He will be fucking me.

Dead and Alive

He was in traveling through town.  That's odd, as I am usually the one one the road and hooking up with out-of-towners.  Now he was taking my role - in more ways than one. Ok, in one important way.

I'll call him SP.

He has followed me on my blog for years, and yes, he gave me advanced warning he would be in town. And yes, I made certain accommodations to see him.

I met up with him, since at the time he didn't have transportation. Hormones were high and I was sexually excited, as was he - or at least so it seemed. I found an out of the way place to park and he went down on me. SP did a nice job.

I reciprocated on his nice cock, and he seemed to appreciate my talents.

Now, during my blog and twitter times, now and again I show a picture of my dick. It's a nice dick, if I say so myself. If I had a dollar for each time another bottom told me what I had between my legs was "a waste" (since I'd rather bottom), I'd be a fairly wealthy man.  Those comments no longer bother me, if they ever did.

That said, I am a bottom 98.8% of the time. Any time I've blogged about topping, well, those are all the times I've topped. It's not like I've left any of them out......and out of almost 500 posts, we're talking single digit entries.

I am a bottom.

But so is SP.  And he saw those pics of my meat and he wanted it - and told me so, repeatedly.  Somehow, I kind of wanted to give it to him, but you know me, I wasn't sure I was "up" for the task.  Even if I could get hard, could I stay that way? It's always been a problem for me, more mental than physical.  ....and I wasn't willing to get an ED drug for a singular fuck.

SP was very nice and said I could just jack off and push it up his hole at the last minute to get the load, but what fun is that - for either of us?  None.  Zilch.

Yet, SP excited me and I was pretty fucking hard with no outside help. The question was, where to go?

We talked about a seedy motel and I knew of one or two. We thought we'd split it, but somewhere in me, I'm thinking it was a lot of money for 15-30 minute event. I wouldn't last long, if at all, and we both had places to be.

Just then I got an hair-brained idea, but one I thought would work. I can't say SP was quite on board with it.

Right between motel 1 and motel 2 was a very very large cemetery.

I'd never been in it, but passed it hundreds of times as it was near a bookstore I used to frequent before they tore it down. Too many wrong-doings in that building I suppose.

Yes, the idea I came up with was to fuck in a cemetery.  Not out in the open, but in the bathroom.

For those unfamiliar with the bathrooms there, most burial sites have a men's and women's room not in the main building but back where they keep the tractors and backhoes - the maintenance shed.  Don't ask why I know this, I just do.

No one but workers around, so off we went.  SP was much more nervous than I.  But I get turned on by public and semi-public sexual acts. This actually helped with me maintaining my hard-on.

In the bathroom was one large stall and one urinal.  The stall locked, so in we went. SP was not so sure of this, but my confidence helped him through it.

He got down and sucked my dick and got me hard and wet.  I told him to pull down his fucking pants. He hesitated.

"Do it!", I said.

I've been around enough tops to talk the talk. The pants went down and he bent over, like a good boy.

I lined up with just his spit, but he insisted it wasn't enough and asked me to spit on my own cock. I hit the target like a pro and pushed in.

SP grimaced a little, and rightfully so. I am a little thick and I won't claim to have the most finesse or technique. I also didn't have time on my side. Now or never, baby.

"It hurts", I was told.  I told him to shut up and take it. I know from his past, he can take dick much bigger than my own.

His ass felt great, but I wasn't taking anyone's cherry. He knew what he wanted, he knew I was going to give it to him. Maybe somewhere, he thought I would just jack off and cum, since I wasn't built to top per se.  But here I was, at full mast and pushing in and pulling back like I was used to it all my life.

The hole felt great. Warmth and resistance. A place for a deposit.

Yeah, we could hear workers on the other side of the cinder block walls, but I wasn't too worried. Yeah, we  heard someone flush on the woman's side too, but again, it didn't stop me or slow me down, though we both kept our verbals to a minimum - which I hate to do while having sex............but you gotta do what you gotta do.

He begged for my cum and of course the irony is, I was fully hard and could have fucked for another 30 minutes. But it is public sex and one doesn't have those kind of luxuries. SP was a little nervous about someone walking in, at least that's my take and it's legitimate. There were few barriers from the entrance to the stall, no chance to hide quickly (i.e., someone standing on the toilet seat; only showing one set of feet in the stall).

I quickened my pace and focused on the task at hand.....or in ass.  And I shot.

I shot a three day load into his guts and he took it like a champ.  I stayed in until I was all done and he kept it there.

I was ok to go, but he told me to suck his cock off.  I wasn't quite expecting that.  You know how guys are - once they cum, they can be done.  And I figured, I was the top this time, I didn't have to, but he really pressed it.

He stroked and as I was bending down to take it, he was getting ready to pump his nut off.  I took it all like a good cocksucker.  Oddly enough, that's what I ended up being after all my bravado of topping. I still took the load like I always do.

I buttoned up and told him I'd meet him outside by the car and walked out the door.

I just was looking at the graves so close to the bathrooms.  If they only knew what went on a few feet from their eternal space.

I dropped SP off to do whatever he was to do - and all with my little swimmers in him.

Cum & Go

He had had a bad day.

Work wasn't going right. Bank was fucking things up for him. He got a speeding ticket, which set him back $150.  ...and he was horny.

He needed something to take his mind off his bad day. He needed a distraction. He needed to get off.

I was the brief relief.

Early 40s, 5'10", maybe 180. The guy had a shorn head and a well trimmed salt & pepper beard. He seemed soft spoken at first - and at times during - but overall, he became somewhat dominant, demanding, verbal and well, he was a man in need who had a bad day.

He immediately pushed me to my knees. I went willingly, of course.

I sucked his smallish cock, which was still semi-hard. After fully getting it up, he was a respectable 6.5" and not really wide girth.  But that is not to matter. He had needs. I had needs. I was there to fulfill his. He didn't really care if he fulfilled mine.

Sucking was not true foreplay. He made it clear he wanted to pump, dump & go.

First it was me bent over a desk. He went right in, no easing, no testing the waters. He plunged right in, all the way in.

Going by his groans and words, it seemed to be just what he needed and he liked. For me, it was fucking heaven. Pressed between the desk and his cock, I had nowhere to go other than where he wanted me. We were both where we wanted to be.

I won't say the angle was great, mostly for him. As he was 4-5" shorter than I was, there was only so far I could bend over that desk.  The 30" height left us limited in his leverage and the power he wanted to exert.

At first, he pulled out and sat in a chair. I went down to suck him, but he really wanted me to sit on his lap and take the cock. The way the arms of the office chair were, that wasn't going to happen....so down on the floor I went, shoulders down; ass up.

This worked much better for him and invariably, much better for me.

The man was merciless in his fuck.

Don't get me wrong, I loved it, but he wasn't carrying if I did, or if I even liked it or thought it felt good. This was about fucking, cumming and going. I knew that when we first conversed on-line.

Ten minutes later, his breathing was telling me we were nearing the end. Sure enough, he howled and spewed his load deep into my ass.

He stayed in, I stayed down, and we let time and nature have him deflate and slide out of me.  No abrupt pulling out, more chance of his load staying in me, than being pulled back with his withdraw.

The guy moved around and I leaned up and licked him clean.  He threw on his pants and shirt and was gone five minutes later.

Cum, Blow & Go.  All according to plan.

Piss & Moan

He claimed to be mixed race, but if he was, then I'm full-on hispanic. Still he had a nice body.  5"11", 170, 8.5 thick thick inches.  ...but I'm ahead of myself.

I was in a seaside California town, keeping eastern daylight hours, so I was wide awake at 03:00.  What to do when you don't even have to be at breakfast until 09:00?

Look on-line for cock.  That's what. 

Jared was awake and looking also...and one-half mile from my hotel.  I was worried he'd be all chat, as he liked to tease and just drop subtle hints via Scruff.  I wasn't there to flirt. It was now 03:30 - this wasn't flirt time, this was play time.

The good thing with Jared was, he was just getting up too. So many at that time are still up hitting the pipe or slamming, and that doesn't do it for me.....or being with guys like that.  I thought since I had the hotel room, he'd come to me, but he had dogs and they'd howl and wake his roommate if he left.  Half a mile, what did I care, I got in the car and went.

I found the house with little trouble and was in the door and in his room in a matter of minutes. His pics did not lie and actually he was better looking in person.  ...and he had to piss.  He'd been holding it until I got there.

We hadn't discussed piss, but I was in a mood and I was game. Into his bathroom he went.

He played with my tits a bit and then got my on my knees, like a good boy.

It took him a minute, but it seemed longer. While not pee shy, he had to work up to start the stream. It was a nice steady, warm stream too. It went on for a long time and then of course it started to get stronger and stronger, in volume, pressure and smell.  ..and taste.

I "let" him piss on my chest and I then positioned myself so it hit my face, my beard, my lips, and then tongue. Overall I'm not a piss drinker, but as soon it was over, I immediately regretted not taking some of it to show him what a good boy I could be.

But I stayed on my knees and took him in my mouth for other fluids. His cock filled out and it was a nice heavy piece of equipment. I did a good job sucking him, if his vocal responses were any indication - and I certainly liked having that cock in my mouth.

At some point he thought he'd fuck me - which I was down with. I told him I hadn't prepped, but he didn't care. If he didn't, I didn't.

..and while he tried, he couldn't keep that big rod filled with blood to make it worth our while at four in the morning. I don't think he liked his straight roommate was somewhere asleep in the house, but fuck, don't invite me over then.

No worries, I went right back to my knees. I tasted lube and my ass and still went down on him. He seemed to respond to the lips and tongue and in 10 minutes he was feeding me a load. Granted, it was not a big load, or even one with a lot of flavor, but getting a hot man off like that was what it was about.

As we I was standing up, he asked if I wanted a towel to shower.  Fuck that.  I grabbed my shirt and pants - I was going to stride back into that hotel before dawn, with dried piss over me, sweat and a load on my breath.

And I did. 

Black & White & White

I was on BBRT and found a hot black man to play with.  Shorter than I would like, but his penis looked formidable.

The plan was to meet up with him after my work-out and our emails etc seemed to be fine with me coming over.  I find his place and pull into the lot.  As I do, I see some other guy go towards the condo to be buzzed in. I hate to say it, but he looked gay and I was wondering, "what are the odds".

I email my new "friend" and say, 'is it just going to be us', he replies yes, but others are coming over later. As I'm getting this, another gay looking dude is trying to get buzzed in.  WTF?

The second guy was larger, but not fat. Not as gay looking but he had a dad-bear thing going. He was having trouble buzzing in - and I thought it was him, but later when i tried to buzz in, it was not that intuitive of a system.

As I was trying to buzz in, guy #1 came down. He looked me up and down and any question of him not being gay was gone - he was totally queer.

But G (I'll call him G) buzzed me in and sure enough the bearish guy was in the condo.  He has an ASL shirt on, so I figured (correctly) that he was deaf.  G was very dark skinned and a lot of informal tatts. Many seem homemade, not prison ones.

He and deaf guy were already naked and all I did was drop my shorts.  Since I assume he met everyone on BBRT, that folks were there for raw sex. And we were. But with a third, I wasn't sure how it was going to play out, since clearly G was the top, everyone else coming over, assuming they didn't know others would be there, were all looking to get fucked.  I was correct.

G went to leave the room and Deaf Guy dropped to his knees and sucked me. I will say, he had a great mouth and knew what he was doing.  G came back and watched. G liked to talk low and dirty - I don't think Deaf Guy heard most of what was said, though he wore a hearing aid.

G went to fuck him, but only two-thirds hard. I asked if that first guy was up here too - he affirmed it. He said the guy just licked his ass - which of course gave me an idea.

With G behind DG, positioning himself, I went under both of them to lick G's nuts and beyond.  G slid into DG and I got a great view of the fuck while I licked. Ebony cock and white ass.

You all know I'm not much of a fucker, but G asked me to fuck DG and I did. It took work and I wasn't horribly stiff, but I got in and fucked. G took his chance with me too - while fucking DG, he got behind me and slid into me - at lest for a while.

G fucking me made me harder, which made DG moan. I actually did ok, fucking for about 10 minutes, but I wanted to cum. I wanted to show off for G and he was telling me I was a filthy white guy he wanted to fuck.

Always nice to hear.

I asked if he was going to fuck DG after I blew a load in him and he nodded.  It was all I needed.

I had a good five day load built up and I shot. ....and shot.   ....and shot.   Then I shot again.

And unlike a lot of guys, I stayed in him for a bit. No quick pull out. I didn't want to drag my seed with my shaft.

As soon as I was out, G pushed in. And he moved in and out, you could see my spunk covering his shaft. It was a sight to be seen. At least I enjoyed it.

It didn't take too much longer for G to use that lube and mix it with his own cum. He buried that dark bone up that guy's ass and just shouted as he was cumming up the ass. It was fun to watch.

While it was happening, I slid on my shorts, and shirt, grabbed my keys and nodded to G as I shut the door.

In and out.

That's what it's all about.

Hot Sex

We'd been messaging for months.  Him wanting me to suck him, me wanting to suck him. It seemed ok. Scheduling was a fucking drag - as it went on for months with no actual interaction other than emails now and again.

42, 5'11, athletic.

But I was in a mood after the married guy in the previous post porked my ass.  As luck would have it, a few meetings got canceled and I emailed the guy asking if he were free. He was, but I had to come to him.  Fine.

His pics represented him very closely, which can be a nice change. He was nice, and in ways too nice, but I can get over that - and later, he'd have hints of less niceness.

While I was supposed to blow him, he started feeling my cock up through my shorts. Then out of my shorts. I felt up his cock through his shorts as well.

He was asking if me blowing him right there in the living room was ok.  Dude, I don't care where I go on my knees - I don't care who sees......most of the time. He mentioned he had stripped his bed for laundry, so he didn't want to go to his room. Ok. Here was fine.

But during the convo, he reached around and started feeling my furry ass.  He liked what he felt....I liked his hands on it. More attention was to my ass than anything else and I sensed a blow job would only be the foreplay - this was going further.   ...and it did - upstairs, exactly where he didn't want to go.

I did blow him. I did eat his nuts. I did munch, suck and kiss his asshole, but we knew what was going to happen.  He kept telling me "good boy" - when clearly I was anything but.

He reached into his bedside drawer and I expected the worse - a condom, as he said 'safe only'. Alas, the only thing he pulled out was lube and poppers. I said nothing. He said nothing.

He put lube on his hands and worked a finger or two into my ass. It felt good. I may have forgotten to mention that I had taken a load a few hours before and it still resided up that bum.

As he worked his fingers up my ass, I felt a little uncomfortable. Then I felt heat. I said nothing. The heat got a little intense and I assumed he was using that KY 'warming' lube. As I have never used/felt it, I had no idea the intensity of it all.

Like a good bottom boy, I kept my fucking mouth shut and let him do what he needed / wanted.  Soon he was positioned behind me, with my shoulders/face down to the mattress, ass up - and him pushing in.

Whatever heat I was feeling was replaced by cock. Hot flesh.

After a few minutes, he pulled out complaining of heat / pain.

As it turns out, he had been chopping hot peppers before I arrived and had not sufficiently washed his hands - if he had washed them at all. The oil from the peppers made its way from him hands, to my ass - and from my asshole to his shaft.

If you're not a fan of hot peppers, one thing you never do it drink water, as it only intensifies the heat. Milk is the preferred method for cooling as the protein does something to counteract it all. And while deep down I knew this, I wasn't really thinking in this regard.

We took a break to cool down and clean off the oils - but I did it with water and a wash cloth.  That did nothing for what I was feeling, but on I was a good 15 minutes into it now and quite adjusted. Still the burned continued. Oddly, it did not dampen our enthusiasm for getting back to the bed.

My mouth went back to the cock and balls, and soon enough, I found myself on my belly and a man with a 6.5" cock back at my hole....and fucking me.  Nice and steady, but not as hard as he could have been.

My hands had been in front of me, gripping the edge of the bed, but he grabbed then, put them behind my back and grasp each wrist. There he held them - forced them - behind to stay behind me as he leveraged himself to fuck me harder.

This was more like it.

His mouth to my ear, biting it, breathing heavily in it and sometimes speaking into it, he pumped my butt with his hard dick. There was some burning still, but I was well past that. The hot sex was now from his hip action and pinning my hands. He was a man on a mission.

In my ear, he was telling me he was going to breed my ass.  So much for 'safe only'.  Typical though.

And breed me he did. With barely a sound or a word, he shot directly up my ass, as deep as that squirt would go into my guts. I took it like a "good boy", not that I had much of a choice in that position.

Afterward, he laid on top of me until he naturally slid out.

He rolled over on his back, I did the same, though this legs were near or over my chest. His cock right there.  I just leaned up and over a bit and it was in my mouth.  Ass to mouth.  He loved that.

He talked of fucking me. He talked of how it felt breeding me. He talked about how my mouth felt on his ass - he said that last part so much, soon he was sitting on my face, my tongue deep up his shitter. He stroked much of the time.

Soon he was over my mouth telling me to open wide. I did and took his second load.  Perfect.  Three loads in six hours or less.

I was laying there with a hard-on, as would almost be expected. I was not expected to cum - I never expect that. It is not my place. But he was waffling on whether he wanted me to or not.  Part of him wanted to see it.  Part of him wanted to deny me. I usually get the denial and am ok with that.

Finally he decided to have me jerk off and shoot my load.  I'm nothing if not a exhibitionist, so I did as I was told.

The load was intense. Plenty on my abs and chest and up to my chin. He even mentioned something about it going past me, off the bed and onto his hardwood floors.  Kudos to me.

I'm not sure it counts, but I got another load that day.  He scooped some of my jizz up and not only fed it to me - which I ate, but he pushed some up my ass too - and it somewhat joined the other two loads already up there.

A hot time was had by all.  I had spent almost two hours there - and I had to get back to work. With my own cum smeared in my beard and his ass smell on there too, I gladly walked back to my car and drove home feeling a bit more sated.

....for now.

Uninvited Delivery

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Bigger Than He Appears

He's a smoker, but I got over that quickly.  He's uber-thin too, but nothing to kick him out for.  He claims to have a 6" dick, but trust me, it's closer to 8.  I know a few things about cocks.

"Rick" was on a break, but he was the boss, so could leave office as he desired. At the time, he desired me.

Gentle pushing on my shoulders told me he wanted me on my knees, no playing around. The direct approach is good and I was never planning on getting to know his life story, so we both got down to business.

I already broke you the news that while he told me smaller, the more I mouth-handled the dick, the more it grew - close to 8" and a great thickness. Easy enough for me to take it to the root.

While we never talked about aggression or levels, he was on it. One or two hands on head, sometimes just to be there, sometimes just to be guiding me, sometimes to fucking make me take and hold that shaft in my throat and mouth.

"GAG"!, he mentioned once.

I'll be honest - I fake gagged. I didn't really have a problem taking him all the way, but I know that gagging made him feel good - and that's my job.

But I did go down on him - time and again. His flesh filled my mouth nicely, like it was meant to be there. It sure felt like it was. Rick wanted to fill more.

Over the table I went, ass up, head down. With spit, his and mine, as lube, he pushed in and gained access. As full as I thought my mouth felt, my ass was really filled up. And while he fucked me for a good 10 minutes, that is not how he wanted to end it. I would have LOVED for him to end that way, but he pulled out and sat in a chair.

I went right to my knees and took him in my mouth. I know ass-to-mouth can creep some out, but if you do it right and are clean enough, it's a turn-on all the way around....and you don't have to take a break to clean up.

Rick was not responding as well to my mouth, but with some tongue on the nuts and below, he jacked and got to full hardness again.

"Open up", he told me. I did. Tongue extended, he shot his load mostly there, though some got on the chin, in the beard and upper lip. No worries, I cleaned it all.

I noticed some semen between his fingers and asked for it - he gave it to me gladly.  Then I nursed this dick to make sure there were no traces of cum anywhere. Then he pulled on his pants and went to back to work - one load lighter.

That's Fucked Up

You know me - well, when I blog, you do - but I don't give only the good encounters, but I'm ok with admitting and posting bad ones as well. They are just as frequent as the great ones. It's dirty little secret in the blog world, since most will only post their good to outstanding hook-ups.

It was a scene that started out so good.

Hot man on Scruff - just my type.

Shaved head, nice defined chest, inked, looked and sounded tough. ...and he was in a hotel room less than a mile away from me. It would take longer to walk from the parking area to the hotel, let alone his room, than it would for me to drive the distance.

I got off on the designated floor and smelled smoke. I didn't know hotels still had smoking rooms let alone designated floors. But here I was - bummer. I think a man with a cigar can be hot. I'm not horribly fond of cigarette smokers.  ...and it turns out this guy was one. His room reeked of smoke.

That barely mattered as he opened the door enough to let me in - him there with his great chest, tough guy face and a dirty jockstrap on. He was waiting for me. We got right down to it.

I was on my knees gnawing my way through that off-white strap. I licked it, soaked it, chewed it and rubbed my face against it...all with the approvals from its owner.

Soon enough, the hardening cock was out of the strap. I was hoping for bigger, but aren't most cocksuckers? It was a nice size and thickness, I made incorrect assumptions by his size and and demeanor that he was truly packing.  And it was a very solid 6.5".

I sucked him right there near the first double bed. On my knees, face in crotch while he grabbed my head. Sound perfect, no?

After a while, he moved us over to a chaise lounge. Yes, this place had one. I didn't realize it at the time, but his iPad was playing porn and it was set up next to the chaise. Fine. I don't care if he needs the porn as much or more than he needs me.

But his hand goes to the back of my head and I'm "forced" to take all of his cock into my mouth and then into my throat. I lick the bottom of the shaft during this time - and also as a separate event. I also gnaw a little on his shaft, enough to stimulate, not enough to hurt or him say, "ow! teeth!!!!".

I'd say we're about 15 minutes into this suck and he takes his cock and beats it against my extended tongue. You know the deal where a feeder will grab the base of the cock, pull pack the shaft and then whack it against a eater's face, tongue or lips.  Yeah, he was doing it to me and I'm into that.

But you also know how they use the same motion to take the cock away in a fast motion, just so they can tease you and then hit you with it again - usually leaving your own spit and maybe his pre-cum on your face or in your beard?

I'm sure you've all seen enough porn to know of which I speak, even if you haven't experienced it personally.

It was on one of the pullbacks of his cock that body fluid flew. Not a surprise with the force he was slapping my dick and how wet I had gotten it.

Mind you, I was on my knees, on the floor, while he leaned back in the chaise, so I was looking up at him as any good cocksucker will do. It's important to keep eye contact with your feeder.

But as I was looking up, I also got to see the spit that flew off and hit between his abs and chest - it was mixed with bright red.

He looked at it. I looked at it. His cock still on my face. He saw me looking and I saw him looking.

First words out of this mouth:  "This is fucked up!"

Naturally, his first reaction was that I bit him and made him bleed. I've sucked enough cocks that me truly biting (not the mock biting I was doing) isn't in my repertoire.  I've never purposefully or accidentally bit anyone, let alone drew blood.  I've done this a few thousand times!

I know what I'm doing.

Immediately, I rubbed the inside of my mouth and then spit into my hand.  No blood. Whatever it was, wasn't coming from me.

He touched his dick and more blood.  "This is fucked up", came past his lips again.

He'd say it again another half dozen times over the next two minutes.  At one point he squeezed his dick and blood and either seminal fluid or puss came out the head of his cock.  "THIS is fucked up!".

Yeah dude, I got that!

He went onto say maybe it was from his PA. He didn't have it in and I saw no holes like one sometimes sees.  But he kept squeezing and the blood and body fluids kept secreting. I'm not squeamish, but it was a little gross even to me.

Being the mensch I am, I offered to direct him or take him to an emergency department - not so much for the blood, but I'm guessing there was infection there too.

Clearly, the mood was broken (duh!) and I got dressed and left. I rinsed out my mouth in the hotel lobby and when I got home, used lots and lots of peroxide and mouthwash

I texted him the next day to see how he was, but as you might imagine, he never returned with a reply.