Don't exactly go by the title. It' snot exactly what you think. Or maybe it is.
Yes he was a bartender. Yes, there was a blowjob. No, I did not administer it.
Over two years ago, I blogged here about how this same bartender fucked me in a stall in the bar which in he worked. It turns out, I also fucked him twice when I did threeways at that pretty-boy's house a few months ago (though the situation with the pretty boy ended very badly - so I won't be getting an invite back.......ever).
This guy is also a leather guy with a "Sir" title.
Here is where I fail the title test. If someone is called "Sir", I expect them to be aggressive, assertive and to be the top. If you're keeping score, he fucked me once, I fucked him at least twice and now was about to get a blowjob from him.
He also "keeps" a boy and a.......a.....guy who dresses like a women. I don't think "he" is quite a drag queen, but not quite transgendered either. Call me old-fashioned, but I'm all about clear male-on-male action. There are enough issues with sexual roles in play before the need to bring gender identity roles into the mix.
I just want "top" or "bottom". Things can still be very heated with those limited roles. Trust me.
Like last time, we flirted on Scruff. I was hoping for a repeat, but he kept mentioning the times I fucked him. It seems that where his head was at - and where he wanted mine to be. Sigh.
I can't win for losing. And at the time I had a 14 day load.
I wasn't far from the bar, so I stopped in, per his request. He had three customers. Two quickly left. I ducked into the restroom and waited in the stall. I took my cock out and started building up the erection.
Soon, the bartender came into the stall, secured the door and started playing with my cock. Fuck it, I was there, may as well fuck him. But then he demurred a little. Said he wasn't "prepped". I said I was a big boy and could handle it.
Don't get me wrong, squeaky clean butts are nice, but when did we evolve to only fucking super clean asses? Has porn ruined us? I can't be the only guy who has spontaneously had sex in a bathroom or woods - right? It's not like I'm saying I enjoy a muddy fuck, but c'mon, someone is sticking something up an ass...............grow up. As Amy Schumer sang, "this is where your poop comes out".
He shrugged, turned around - butt facing toward me.
With some spit and some gumption, I eased in to him. All the way in. There was maybe 10-15 pumps of his ass before the bathroom door opened up. Fuck.
Now, I don't mind an audience, though neither of us knew who this way. But it also wasn't my place of employment. I hoped he locked the register, but who the fuck knows. He pulled off me, and there was a little brown on the head, but not much, though he apologized profusely. It was nice, but unnecessary.
After the pisser left, so did the bartender. Never to return.
I left the restroom about 10 minutes later - in case he did return - and there were now six folks in the bar......at 1:30p.....on a weekday. What a bunch of barflies. Naturally, they all looked at me - seeing someone exit a bathroom none had seen me enter. So I might have called them 'barflies', but they were calling me 'slut'.
I chatted with the bartender for a few, and made my exit. On the way home from there is when I found someone to help me with my load. The 27 year old.
A week later, the bartender and I were chatting again. Again, he wasn't prepped, but willing for some oral action. There was something about him I liked, so I agreed. Again, there were a few people in the bar. I hung out for a few before heading to the restroom. He showed up sooner than later.
He asked if I still had 14+ days. I told him it was seven, but it would be more than enough. I wasn't boasting, but I didn't want to scare him.
He showed. Stall door secured. He sat on toilet and blew me.
I love public and bathroom sex, so I was hard in no time. Him playing with my tits did not hurt the scenario. Nor did the creek of the bathroom door opening..........again.
He didn't stop, so I didn't stop him. The other guy pissed and in no rush. And he washed his hands and dried them too. But somewhere in there, I was just turned on knowing he was there. I was thinking about it too much and getting harder. And getting closer.
I didn't want the bartender to choke on my seed, and I wasn't really looking to get him in trouble, but I really didn't want to hold off either. So I came in his mouth.
Pulse after pulse after pulse after pulse of semen exited my cock and into his mouth. All the while the other guy was outside the stall. I might have had deeper breaths, but made no actual noise. Bartender man didn't gag or make any noise. He made my 7 day load disappear. He really had no choice at this point.
Our guest made his exit. I winked at the bartender still sitting there and made mine.
Again, there were a handful more patrons there than when I went in, but I kept walking and left the bar before the bartender emerged from the restroom.
Oh - to hear the bar chatter after I left and the bartender took his station. I can only imagine.
Before I made it home, there was a Scruff message from the bartender. One word: "WOW!"
I think he might have liked it.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Ex-Military
Of the many, many, many (and I do mean, 'many') encounters I've had this year, a potential ex-military guy ranks up in the top 10......maybe top 5.
Responding, via phone, to a craigslist ad I placed, his stats were most impressive - 6'1", 190, short silver hair, 8.5" cock, ex-military - ,but it really was the tone and confidence in his voice that left me asking how soon can he be over. He said 20 minutes. That was about 19 minutes too long.
Yes, I said he said he was ex-military and earlier I said he was potential ex-military, because you can only believe so much. He had a decent body. But really, it was his attitude that drew me in. I love a strong, aggressive, dirty-minded guy. That is probably all news to you.
If there was on issue - it's that I'm guessing in that 20 minutes to get to me, he smoked a half a pack of cigarettes. Clothes, skin, breath, hair.......everything reeked.
Me - I just sunk to my knees and opened his jeans. While he wasn't hard, he was already large. It didn't take much to get him to full mast.
It was a beautiful cock with a beautiful head. I loved being on my knees in front of him, servicing him.
I looked up and said, "can I be your cocksucker?" and his response was, without missing a beat, "you already are". Hard to argue with, since I pretty much had his dick in my mouth.
I was hoping he'd think of it as more of an 'in the future' scenario, but that was over thinking it. I should have been happy with the here and now - and I was. But it was the kind of dick : attitude thing you'd want to continue on down the line. We hadn't even really gotten into it and this was something I knew.
His dick felt great in my mouth. I loved having it there, he loved having it there. I wish I had prepped - even a little bit, because he made me want to have it somewhere else. And going by his talk, he will want the same thing. While my mouth was full, I heard a monologue of him wanting to breed my ass; to leave his seed deep up my hole. Who wouldn't be down with that?
He lifted his legs a bit to let me lick his balls. But when I went further back, he pulled his legs further back. Without hesitation, he let me lick his ass. And I went to it. It was one of those sessions that you'd really have to tell me to stop, because I would not. Not just because it felt and tasted great, but I loved the reaction it was getting. He was euphoric. Kissing. Licking. Tongue fucking. Jabbing. Rimming. Chewing. Sucking. All to his hole.
Then I lay back and told him - I didn't even ask - to sit on my face. It was just fucking perfect. All-in-all I probably spent another 20 minutes with my lips planted to his butt.
He had a deadline, and he took matters into his own hand - and not his cock, but my head, so he could fuck it. It was fast. It was furious. And as I feared, with all that tobacco, the cum was bitter.
Not that I really minded. You tend to over look certain things for a man who is a man.
I'd over look that again, any time he fucking wanted.
Responding, via phone, to a craigslist ad I placed, his stats were most impressive - 6'1", 190, short silver hair, 8.5" cock, ex-military - ,but it really was the tone and confidence in his voice that left me asking how soon can he be over. He said 20 minutes. That was about 19 minutes too long.
Yes, I said he said he was ex-military and earlier I said he was potential ex-military, because you can only believe so much. He had a decent body. But really, it was his attitude that drew me in. I love a strong, aggressive, dirty-minded guy. That is probably all news to you.
If there was on issue - it's that I'm guessing in that 20 minutes to get to me, he smoked a half a pack of cigarettes. Clothes, skin, breath, hair.......everything reeked.
Me - I just sunk to my knees and opened his jeans. While he wasn't hard, he was already large. It didn't take much to get him to full mast.
It was a beautiful cock with a beautiful head. I loved being on my knees in front of him, servicing him.
I looked up and said, "can I be your cocksucker?" and his response was, without missing a beat, "you already are". Hard to argue with, since I pretty much had his dick in my mouth.
I was hoping he'd think of it as more of an 'in the future' scenario, but that was over thinking it. I should have been happy with the here and now - and I was. But it was the kind of dick : attitude thing you'd want to continue on down the line. We hadn't even really gotten into it and this was something I knew.
His dick felt great in my mouth. I loved having it there, he loved having it there. I wish I had prepped - even a little bit, because he made me want to have it somewhere else. And going by his talk, he will want the same thing. While my mouth was full, I heard a monologue of him wanting to breed my ass; to leave his seed deep up my hole. Who wouldn't be down with that?
He lifted his legs a bit to let me lick his balls. But when I went further back, he pulled his legs further back. Without hesitation, he let me lick his ass. And I went to it. It was one of those sessions that you'd really have to tell me to stop, because I would not. Not just because it felt and tasted great, but I loved the reaction it was getting. He was euphoric. Kissing. Licking. Tongue fucking. Jabbing. Rimming. Chewing. Sucking. All to his hole.
Then I lay back and told him - I didn't even ask - to sit on my face. It was just fucking perfect. All-in-all I probably spent another 20 minutes with my lips planted to his butt.
He had a deadline, and he took matters into his own hand - and not his cock, but my head, so he could fuck it. It was fast. It was furious. And as I feared, with all that tobacco, the cum was bitter.
Not that I really minded. You tend to over look certain things for a man who is a man.
I'd over look that again, any time he fucking wanted.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Throating
It's a verb. An 'action' word, at that.
I've sucked this guy off a few times. Older, but not old. Silver hair and beard. A cyclist.
The first time he was on crutches, due to a biking accident. Then a cane. Now he just hobbles a bit.
The first few times he had to sit down, due to the leg. I'm ok with guys sitting, but truth be told, I would rather have them stand in front of me. It's the natural cocksucker in me. The somewhat subservient position, I suppose.
He looks very nice. Very upstanding. He's not.
The man has a dark streak running through him, though I am still not sure how dark or how deep that streak runs. I am certainly hoping to find out as time goes on.
The streak of which I speak is how deep into my throat he puts his cock. And how long he holds it there. And how tight he grips the back of my head.
The answers would be: all the way. a fuck of a long time. and very very tightly.
All things I like. All things I love.
He does have a large and thick cock. Almost 8". Thick thick shaft. Love of veins.
The second to last time he was over, he causally mentioned (though I don't think it was casual at all, really) that he'd love to see my head hanging over the side of my desk while he fed me. But that was weeks and weeks ago.
I'm certain I am not his only cocksucker, though he likes to call me 'my cocksucker'. He tells me how good my mouth is. He tells me how much I love his cock - it's never a question, though I answer (meaning: nod) enthusiastically like it is one. And the answer is always affirmative.
But since my memory is like an elephant's, I remembered his 'request'. After I let him in, I said nothing, but got on my back on the desk, with my head hanging over. I could see his sneer / smile. He stepped right up, as I knew he would.
He was all too happy to snake his shaft down into my mouth and down my throat.
And he does love to put it down my throat.................and gag me.
Fuck, the head passes my tonsils and he slips right down into my throat. I love the feeling. But then he grabs my head and holds me in place. My throat spasms around his cock as I gag and cough. I don't know how that actually feels for him, but I know he likes it.
His balls and push press against my fucking lips.
He's good about calling me a 'cocksucking faggot' and asking if "you love my cock". It's more of a tell than an ask.
He likes the control. The power. He likes the way my eyes tear up just a little, but he loves the fact that it's his big, thick shaft is the thing that makes me choke.
And truth be told, I like it too.
I don't know know him, but enough to trust him with cutting off my air supply. At least temporarily. Hopefully temporarily.
I like the sound of his voice when he speaks filth to me. I like the upward turn of his lips as he sneers - and the gleam in his eye when he knows he's in charge - and knows I know he's in charge.
This could be fun.
I've sucked this guy off a few times. Older, but not old. Silver hair and beard. A cyclist.
The first time he was on crutches, due to a biking accident. Then a cane. Now he just hobbles a bit.
The first few times he had to sit down, due to the leg. I'm ok with guys sitting, but truth be told, I would rather have them stand in front of me. It's the natural cocksucker in me. The somewhat subservient position, I suppose.
He looks very nice. Very upstanding. He's not.
The man has a dark streak running through him, though I am still not sure how dark or how deep that streak runs. I am certainly hoping to find out as time goes on.
The streak of which I speak is how deep into my throat he puts his cock. And how long he holds it there. And how tight he grips the back of my head.
The answers would be: all the way. a fuck of a long time. and very very tightly.
All things I like. All things I love.
He does have a large and thick cock. Almost 8". Thick thick shaft. Love of veins.
The second to last time he was over, he causally mentioned (though I don't think it was casual at all, really) that he'd love to see my head hanging over the side of my desk while he fed me. But that was weeks and weeks ago.
I'm certain I am not his only cocksucker, though he likes to call me 'my cocksucker'. He tells me how good my mouth is. He tells me how much I love his cock - it's never a question, though I answer (meaning: nod) enthusiastically like it is one. And the answer is always affirmative.
But since my memory is like an elephant's, I remembered his 'request'. After I let him in, I said nothing, but got on my back on the desk, with my head hanging over. I could see his sneer / smile. He stepped right up, as I knew he would.
He was all too happy to snake his shaft down into my mouth and down my throat.
And he does love to put it down my throat.................and gag me.
Fuck, the head passes my tonsils and he slips right down into my throat. I love the feeling. But then he grabs my head and holds me in place. My throat spasms around his cock as I gag and cough. I don't know how that actually feels for him, but I know he likes it.
His balls and push press against my fucking lips.
He's good about calling me a 'cocksucking faggot' and asking if "you love my cock". It's more of a tell than an ask.
He likes the control. The power. He likes the way my eyes tear up just a little, but he loves the fact that it's his big, thick shaft is the thing that makes me choke.
And truth be told, I like it too.
I don't know know him, but enough to trust him with cutting off my air supply. At least temporarily. Hopefully temporarily.
I like the sound of his voice when he speaks filth to me. I like the upward turn of his lips as he sneers - and the gleam in his eye when he knows he's in charge - and knows I know he's in charge.
This could be fun.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Bent Over
I've been sucking him fairly regularly for a couple of months. I mentioned him back in July, though we've probably been hooking up since end of May.
He contacts me, comes by and I suck one or two loads out of him. Even when he says he has 'two' lately after one, he's pulling up his pants. I never question him. He never explains. It happens. And the way I see it, at least I got one load from a big black cock.
He always tells me my mouth feels like a pussy. I've said it before - and no doubt will again - I don't know exactly what that feels like. I've never had the "pleasure". But I can surmise what it's supposed to feel like - I've seen enough straight porn.
So in this 'talk' while getting sucked, he has moved from fucking his girlfriend, to having a friend in Memphis - who isn't a boyfriend - to his boyfriend in Memphis. Maybe this is typical DL behavior, I don't know. None of it horribly surprised me though. I don't think he was pulling off the band-aid slowly for me, as much as he was himself. Whatever gets you through the day.
Fucking has never been on the menu. Or it has at least never been discussed. He answered an ad for getting sucked and that's what we have stuck to. He is most likely younger than I am, but asks if I like 'sucking daddy's cock'.
I have to say, it's a nice cock. Thick. Long. Dark. Though on any given day, his cum can be great or bitter. Not that I'd ever tell him - I just suck it down.
During one of these last times, I was sucking and he brought up his 'boyfriend'. He told me how he tells the boyfriend of all these times I suck his cock and what a great job I do. And that when the boyfriend comes to town, they are both going to use me.
Now, the 'boyfriend' might be just as allusive as his 'girlfriend', but it's not like I'm actually going to be meeting either one. Even if he exists and comes to town, I'm guessing the chances of me getting 2-on-1 are about as good as seeing Jeb Bush in the White House.........and not as a visitor.
But as he talked, he mentioned me getting it from both ends by him and his bf. How I would blow him while his bf fucked my ass.
"Innocently" I asked, 'aren't you going to take a turn on my ass too?'
'You want this up your ass?'. I nodded vigorously while his cock was still in my mouth. He pulled away to show it to me. I bent over my home office desk.
With just my spit - though there was a lot of it - on his cock, he pushed into me. It was rough, the way he gave it and the way I took it. He kept forcing that big black cock up my ass until he was all the way in.
I asked him if he'd tell his boyfriend about this? He told me to shut up and started fucking.
For as good as he is at fucking, I'm not sure why we had not been doing this before. Or all the time. Or since.
It was a quick fuck - maybe 5-8 minutes. He buried his bone and unloaded up my ass. No words. Just continual grunts that matched each throb I felt up my hole.
He slipped out. Took a step back, legs spread. "Suck me clean, bitch".
And I went right down on my knees and did just that. I liked how he didn't hesitate to tell me. He didn't even ask - which was fucking hot.
I was hoping to suck him to another load, but it didn't happen.
Nor has it happened since. I've sucked him a few times since, but as much as I try to approach the subject, he tries to avoid it.
I know I'll get it again, just as I'm sure as that I'll never meet his boyfriend.
He contacts me, comes by and I suck one or two loads out of him. Even when he says he has 'two' lately after one, he's pulling up his pants. I never question him. He never explains. It happens. And the way I see it, at least I got one load from a big black cock.
He always tells me my mouth feels like a pussy. I've said it before - and no doubt will again - I don't know exactly what that feels like. I've never had the "pleasure". But I can surmise what it's supposed to feel like - I've seen enough straight porn.
So in this 'talk' while getting sucked, he has moved from fucking his girlfriend, to having a friend in Memphis - who isn't a boyfriend - to his boyfriend in Memphis. Maybe this is typical DL behavior, I don't know. None of it horribly surprised me though. I don't think he was pulling off the band-aid slowly for me, as much as he was himself. Whatever gets you through the day.
Fucking has never been on the menu. Or it has at least never been discussed. He answered an ad for getting sucked and that's what we have stuck to. He is most likely younger than I am, but asks if I like 'sucking daddy's cock'.
I have to say, it's a nice cock. Thick. Long. Dark. Though on any given day, his cum can be great or bitter. Not that I'd ever tell him - I just suck it down.
During one of these last times, I was sucking and he brought up his 'boyfriend'. He told me how he tells the boyfriend of all these times I suck his cock and what a great job I do. And that when the boyfriend comes to town, they are both going to use me.
Now, the 'boyfriend' might be just as allusive as his 'girlfriend', but it's not like I'm actually going to be meeting either one. Even if he exists and comes to town, I'm guessing the chances of me getting 2-on-1 are about as good as seeing Jeb Bush in the White House.........and not as a visitor.
But as he talked, he mentioned me getting it from both ends by him and his bf. How I would blow him while his bf fucked my ass.
"Innocently" I asked, 'aren't you going to take a turn on my ass too?'
'You want this up your ass?'. I nodded vigorously while his cock was still in my mouth. He pulled away to show it to me. I bent over my home office desk.
With just my spit - though there was a lot of it - on his cock, he pushed into me. It was rough, the way he gave it and the way I took it. He kept forcing that big black cock up my ass until he was all the way in.
I asked him if he'd tell his boyfriend about this? He told me to shut up and started fucking.
For as good as he is at fucking, I'm not sure why we had not been doing this before. Or all the time. Or since.
It was a quick fuck - maybe 5-8 minutes. He buried his bone and unloaded up my ass. No words. Just continual grunts that matched each throb I felt up my hole.
He slipped out. Took a step back, legs spread. "Suck me clean, bitch".
And I went right down on my knees and did just that. I liked how he didn't hesitate to tell me. He didn't even ask - which was fucking hot.
I was hoping to suck him to another load, but it didn't happen.
Nor has it happened since. I've sucked him a few times since, but as much as I try to approach the subject, he tries to avoid it.
I know I'll get it again, just as I'm sure as that I'll never meet his boyfriend.
Friday, November 13, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Monday, November 09, 2015
Handsome Cocksucker
He was. I look at his picture on Scruff after he 'woof'd' at me.
I'm sitting in a Starbucks 0.87 miles away from him. Having a hot beverage on a chilly Saturday morning. I like this Starbucks - as much as anyone can like a place that serves coffee. The manager is hot with his down the middle of his back ponytail. Normally not my style, but Dave makes it work.
But as close as a boystown as this city gets, it is close to the heart of it. So the clientele coming in and out are nice to look at. The gym boys stopping by from the workout they had next door are promising. And the guys on-line are always less than two miles away.
Sure, most of them are flakes. 97.4% of them probably. And I'm too old for most of them, no matter which picture I select for my profile. It's not a 'boys' town without a reason.
Mr. 0.87 miles away from me isn't a boy. He's all man.
45. 6'0" 190. Furry, handsome as fuck face. Truly something to behold. Not the kind of thing you usually see on Scruff - unless they are 7,826 miles away, of course. And he not only wanted to play, but he wanted to play with me.
Who the fuck am I to say 'no'?
For the record I SO want to post his pic for you to see, but that would violate what few ethics and morals I actually still retain.
Anyways, he said he was into making out, cuddling and blowjobs. He also wanted to play in the shower. That last part sounded good because it was so cold.
I should have qualified what he was looking for specifically. Part of me didn't want to know the answer. Part of me thought, if I didn't ask, I could convince him of anything I really wanted to do. This was my logic on a chilly Saturday morning.
He shot me his address and I was over - and he was waiting at the door, opening it as I walked up the steps.
He looked mostly like his picture. Still humpy, but leaner. It worked.
We kissed in the entryway and then went upstairs, disrobing as we went. He turned on the water for the shower and let it heat up. We made out some more.
Shower sex is always good in theory, but in reality it is usually somewhat of a bummer. Either one person is out of the stream of water, and getting chilly, or you're under the direct flow and using your mouth effectively can be challenging.
As it turns out, neither of these things would be an issue for me. It turns out, I wouldn't be the one providing the oral service. And there was no swaying him to even share services.
The extremely handsome man got down on his knees. Water cascaded over me, but then trickled down onto and around him.
Not only was he woofy, but he was a good cocksucker. And make no mistake about it - he WAS a cocksucker.
The thing is, not everyone likes to be called that, or be reminded of that. At least verbally.
But I went into top feeder / verbal mode. I told him to be a good faggot and suck that big cock. I called him names. I told him what to do.
And I'm not sure he appreciated any of it, though he didn't stop what he was doing.
I pulled out of his mouth, leaned down to kiss him again, both of our mouths filling with water. It was then I told him I shoot a lot. He was game.
They're always game - until it fucking happens.
As I got closer, I kept asking if he wanted it and if he'd swallow it. He nodded enthusiastically. Again, I told him how much I shoot.
And then I did.
I could see the fucking terror in his eyes as the sperm kept coming.
For me it had been at least 12 days. And I can cum good amounts on a two day time frame.
He couldn't take it. He gagged. He coughed. He pulled off. And still I kept shooting. And he shut down.
He had zero interest in playing or interaction at all after that. We dried off and dressed in silence and he hustled me out the door quicker than shit.
He might be handsome as fuck, but he's not getting a second shot at "this".
I'm sitting in a Starbucks 0.87 miles away from him. Having a hot beverage on a chilly Saturday morning. I like this Starbucks - as much as anyone can like a place that serves coffee. The manager is hot with his down the middle of his back ponytail. Normally not my style, but Dave makes it work.
But as close as a boystown as this city gets, it is close to the heart of it. So the clientele coming in and out are nice to look at. The gym boys stopping by from the workout they had next door are promising. And the guys on-line are always less than two miles away.
Sure, most of them are flakes. 97.4% of them probably. And I'm too old for most of them, no matter which picture I select for my profile. It's not a 'boys' town without a reason.
Mr. 0.87 miles away from me isn't a boy. He's all man.
45. 6'0" 190. Furry, handsome as fuck face. Truly something to behold. Not the kind of thing you usually see on Scruff - unless they are 7,826 miles away, of course. And he not only wanted to play, but he wanted to play with me.
Who the fuck am I to say 'no'?
For the record I SO want to post his pic for you to see, but that would violate what few ethics and morals I actually still retain.
Anyways, he said he was into making out, cuddling and blowjobs. He also wanted to play in the shower. That last part sounded good because it was so cold.
I should have qualified what he was looking for specifically. Part of me didn't want to know the answer. Part of me thought, if I didn't ask, I could convince him of anything I really wanted to do. This was my logic on a chilly Saturday morning.
He shot me his address and I was over - and he was waiting at the door, opening it as I walked up the steps.
He looked mostly like his picture. Still humpy, but leaner. It worked.
We kissed in the entryway and then went upstairs, disrobing as we went. He turned on the water for the shower and let it heat up. We made out some more.
Shower sex is always good in theory, but in reality it is usually somewhat of a bummer. Either one person is out of the stream of water, and getting chilly, or you're under the direct flow and using your mouth effectively can be challenging.
As it turns out, neither of these things would be an issue for me. It turns out, I wouldn't be the one providing the oral service. And there was no swaying him to even share services.
The extremely handsome man got down on his knees. Water cascaded over me, but then trickled down onto and around him.
Not only was he woofy, but he was a good cocksucker. And make no mistake about it - he WAS a cocksucker.
The thing is, not everyone likes to be called that, or be reminded of that. At least verbally.
But I went into top feeder / verbal mode. I told him to be a good faggot and suck that big cock. I called him names. I told him what to do.
And I'm not sure he appreciated any of it, though he didn't stop what he was doing.
I pulled out of his mouth, leaned down to kiss him again, both of our mouths filling with water. It was then I told him I shoot a lot. He was game.
They're always game - until it fucking happens.
As I got closer, I kept asking if he wanted it and if he'd swallow it. He nodded enthusiastically. Again, I told him how much I shoot.
And then I did.
I could see the fucking terror in his eyes as the sperm kept coming.
For me it had been at least 12 days. And I can cum good amounts on a two day time frame.
He couldn't take it. He gagged. He coughed. He pulled off. And still I kept shooting. And he shut down.
He had zero interest in playing or interaction at all after that. We dried off and dressed in silence and he hustled me out the door quicker than shit.
He might be handsome as fuck, but he's not getting a second shot at "this".
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
Construction Guy Head
I don't make a habit of cruising a park somewhat near me. I certainly won't do anything IN the park either. It crawls with rangers and cops at all times. I won't even show what I got, nor will anyone else.
I will say what I'm looking for, if asked - as that is not a crime. And I keep it vague, though explicit. I can say "I'm good with my mouth" without saying "I want to give you a fucking blowjob". They can't bust me for saying what I do.
I passed his truck on the first go-round. He looked interesting, but way to straight and it was lunchtime. Many a trades guy will eat in his truck before hoofing it back to the job. I went to another area, where I spent some time looking on-line for guys close by. Yeah - I know how that sounds.
No luck with in person or on-line, I was heading back through and the truck was still there. I parked 2-3 car widths away. He'd look. I'd look. He'd nod. So would I. But I wasn't 100% sold.
I had a water bottle in the car, and I did something he totally approved of. I ran my tongue from the base of the bottle to the spout. I then took my tongue around the opening, licking it ever so suggestively.
While it was a wider bottle, I then deep throated it as much as I could. Even putting my own hand behind my neck, pushing me down on the bottle for effect. To top it off, I held the bottle a few inches from my mouth, pouring water onto my outstretched tongue.
All of this got an enthusiastic nod from the truck-guy.
He pulled closer. Said he had nowhere we could go. I did, but it was 20 minutes away. He was unfazed. Usually, guys will just say 'no'. He was down to go. We made it in 19.........but who was timing it?
He dropped his sweatshirt and left on his wifebeater. Fuck I love a guy wearing a wifebeater. Maybe it's the name. Maybe it's the look. Or the combo of.
He grabbed me and pulled me to him. No kiss, but just to be close. I grabbed him too. I knew the wife beater would stay on. He said nothing, but I knew below he had either a pain or insulin pump underneath. I wanted to respect that, even though things like that do not freak me out at all.
His hands went to my shoulders, pressing me down to the floor. My little water bottle display showed him what I was for - what I was offering. I went down willingly. Now kneeling in front of a denim covered mound.
I looked right in his eyes as I pulled down his zipper. I held my gaze as I reached in - no underwear.
He was packing nicely too. Almost 8" solid meat. Nice thickness.....and sporting a wedding band, not that that means much now a days.
His hands went to my head and guided me to his cock. Of course I knew where it was, but I like a guy taking charge that way. It was insistent, but not forceful. His head and shaft filled my mouth. I like that full feeling. The head then started to fill my throat. I like that too. And then the grip got tighter and I was going nowhere. Nowhere he didn't want me to go.
I had set myself up for this, of course. No one to blame for being fed cock to the fullest. I wasn't struggling............yet. But the more it went on, the more I guessed that is exactly what he wanted.
Guys, I find, like to know you're choking on their cock - or load. I think it makes them feel more masculine. Or they like putting a cocksucking faggot in his place this way. Either way, I'm good. I get off on both scenarios.
I slobbered on that cock. It was dripping. I wanted him to play with my tits, but he was remarkably bad at it. I wanted him to fuck me with that weapon, but he seemed totally uninterested in anything but using a cocksucker's mouth.
While down there, he told me he had not cum in four days. That his wife sucked him off in his truck. He got into more detail about how she went down on him after going to a restaurant and stuck at a train crossing.
He went into such things as how bad her knees are so he has to get sucked in the truck, but it also sounded like he instigated and pressured her a bit to do so. Maybe it is his demeanor. I know sexual coercion from women sounds bad, but it kind of made me hot, even though part of me didn't think any of it was based in fact.
I went back to sucking him with vigor. I know I had gotten him close 2-3 times, but backed off. Had he seemed in a rush, I'd have polished him off earlier, but he didn't, so I took my time with that meat.
Lots of guys say they blow big loads. I suppose it is their perspective, but they all do not. Construction Guy got closer, saying he was going to drown me. I was hopeful, of course, but not truly expecting anything.
The man was true to his word. Well.......clearly I didn't drown. I'm still here....writing this. But a lesser faggot would have choked on the load. A good portion went directly down my throat. I pushed him back a bit, not because I couldn't take it that way, but because I wanted to taste it too.
I probably should have let him shoot down my throat. While the volume was plentiful, it was bitter as fuck. Now, bad tasting seed has never stopped me, nor never will, from swallowing or trying again - and he was no different.
I gulped his load down like a pro. He was weak in the knees, which is a nice compliment to what I helped him achieve.
On the way out, he gave me his business card. I suppose we will arrange another meeting. But I really do want to be fucked by that cock.
I will say what I'm looking for, if asked - as that is not a crime. And I keep it vague, though explicit. I can say "I'm good with my mouth" without saying "I want to give you a fucking blowjob". They can't bust me for saying what I do.
I passed his truck on the first go-round. He looked interesting, but way to straight and it was lunchtime. Many a trades guy will eat in his truck before hoofing it back to the job. I went to another area, where I spent some time looking on-line for guys close by. Yeah - I know how that sounds.
No luck with in person or on-line, I was heading back through and the truck was still there. I parked 2-3 car widths away. He'd look. I'd look. He'd nod. So would I. But I wasn't 100% sold.
I had a water bottle in the car, and I did something he totally approved of. I ran my tongue from the base of the bottle to the spout. I then took my tongue around the opening, licking it ever so suggestively.
While it was a wider bottle, I then deep throated it as much as I could. Even putting my own hand behind my neck, pushing me down on the bottle for effect. To top it off, I held the bottle a few inches from my mouth, pouring water onto my outstretched tongue.
All of this got an enthusiastic nod from the truck-guy.
He pulled closer. Said he had nowhere we could go. I did, but it was 20 minutes away. He was unfazed. Usually, guys will just say 'no'. He was down to go. We made it in 19.........but who was timing it?
He dropped his sweatshirt and left on his wifebeater. Fuck I love a guy wearing a wifebeater. Maybe it's the name. Maybe it's the look. Or the combo of.
He grabbed me and pulled me to him. No kiss, but just to be close. I grabbed him too. I knew the wife beater would stay on. He said nothing, but I knew below he had either a pain or insulin pump underneath. I wanted to respect that, even though things like that do not freak me out at all.
His hands went to my shoulders, pressing me down to the floor. My little water bottle display showed him what I was for - what I was offering. I went down willingly. Now kneeling in front of a denim covered mound.
I looked right in his eyes as I pulled down his zipper. I held my gaze as I reached in - no underwear.
He was packing nicely too. Almost 8" solid meat. Nice thickness.....and sporting a wedding band, not that that means much now a days.
His hands went to my head and guided me to his cock. Of course I knew where it was, but I like a guy taking charge that way. It was insistent, but not forceful. His head and shaft filled my mouth. I like that full feeling. The head then started to fill my throat. I like that too. And then the grip got tighter and I was going nowhere. Nowhere he didn't want me to go.
I had set myself up for this, of course. No one to blame for being fed cock to the fullest. I wasn't struggling............yet. But the more it went on, the more I guessed that is exactly what he wanted.
Guys, I find, like to know you're choking on their cock - or load. I think it makes them feel more masculine. Or they like putting a cocksucking faggot in his place this way. Either way, I'm good. I get off on both scenarios.
I slobbered on that cock. It was dripping. I wanted him to play with my tits, but he was remarkably bad at it. I wanted him to fuck me with that weapon, but he seemed totally uninterested in anything but using a cocksucker's mouth.
While down there, he told me he had not cum in four days. That his wife sucked him off in his truck. He got into more detail about how she went down on him after going to a restaurant and stuck at a train crossing.
He went into such things as how bad her knees are so he has to get sucked in the truck, but it also sounded like he instigated and pressured her a bit to do so. Maybe it is his demeanor. I know sexual coercion from women sounds bad, but it kind of made me hot, even though part of me didn't think any of it was based in fact.
I went back to sucking him with vigor. I know I had gotten him close 2-3 times, but backed off. Had he seemed in a rush, I'd have polished him off earlier, but he didn't, so I took my time with that meat.
Lots of guys say they blow big loads. I suppose it is their perspective, but they all do not. Construction Guy got closer, saying he was going to drown me. I was hopeful, of course, but not truly expecting anything.
The man was true to his word. Well.......clearly I didn't drown. I'm still here....writing this. But a lesser faggot would have choked on the load. A good portion went directly down my throat. I pushed him back a bit, not because I couldn't take it that way, but because I wanted to taste it too.
I probably should have let him shoot down my throat. While the volume was plentiful, it was bitter as fuck. Now, bad tasting seed has never stopped me, nor never will, from swallowing or trying again - and he was no different.
I gulped his load down like a pro. He was weak in the knees, which is a nice compliment to what I helped him achieve.
On the way out, he gave me his business card. I suppose we will arrange another meeting. But I really do want to be fucked by that cock.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Drill Baby Drill
So my last meeting of the weekend was yet another repeat.
"Dr. Dave" is a dentist. For the life of me I think I would have written about the first encounter, so I could like you to it, but I can't find it.
The DDS is taller than I, by about two inches. I think I forgot this until I opened the door.
Backing up a bit - while I was in town, he saw me on Scruff and messaged me. He like at least one other guy was 'taken'. How he got out of the house, I don't know. Last time, I know I played at his place while he was alone. And did it in their bed, which is always hot.
Our messages were suggestive, but not blunt. He had plans, but "maybe later". Until Sunday morning when being coy went out the window when he asked, "you want my load?"
I'm guessing you know my answer. He knocked on my door 20 minutes later.
Handsome, but looking a little tired, a little older. But then I suppose we all do. Last time I was wow'd by his kiss. This time, not so much. Again, I'd been kissed a lot in the last 12 hours and fucked a lot too.
Dave, last time, was deviously dirty. He seemed very straight-laced, but had hints of what floated below the surface. Last time, it got to the point where he 'never fucked' to where he fucked me bare. So.....there's that. I don't know if it was a pretense or if it was real, but either way, I think we both got what we truly wanted.
This time, we stripped down immediately, not that I had far to go.
I remembered how he liked two things I did - suck his cock and eat his ass. So I did both those things. He was moaning up a storm. I was doing something right.
Dave isn't huge, but he sports a nice sized cock.
And the ass is perfect to eat - covered with dark blonde fur, nice tight clean hole to munch on and tongue. He would just moan or have labored breathing while I did my job. He told me it "fucking feels great". My response was, "that's my job".
Dave became a little assertive - not that I'm complaining. "Get on your back". I did. And with no pretense - or lube - he stuck his cock up my ass.
Now, maybe it was because he's fucked me before and he was comfortable with it / me, or maybe he was horny, or maybe he just dropped the fucking pretense of pretending not to fuck guys he doesn't really know. Either way - we both were winners.
After a few minutes, he told me to sit on his cock and ride it.
That I did. I will do it, but it's not always my favorite position. I liked looking at him, how he was gritting his pretty pearly whites - concentrating on the fuck. He was into it. But this lasted only a few minutes before he told me to get on my belly, face down.
Here he really went to town. He just fucked the hell out of me. If he knew I had other loads still up my ass - all the loads, actually - he never let on or said a word.
As he was getting closer, and everything about him (his breathing, his pace, his voice) was telling me he was ready to explode, he asked where I wanted it. I told him to keep fucking me. And he did. He drilled my ass until he just went balls deep and unloaded, adding a sixth load to my ass.
He just lay on top of me for a few minutes, gathering his strength. I felt him soften enough that he was just going to do that uncomfortable feeling of slipping out of me. And he did.
There was no fuss. No muss. No guilt. He just stood up, gathered his clothes and kissed me goodbye and let.
Who knows - maybe in another few years it will happen again.
"Dr. Dave" is a dentist. For the life of me I think I would have written about the first encounter, so I could like you to it, but I can't find it.
The DDS is taller than I, by about two inches. I think I forgot this until I opened the door.
Backing up a bit - while I was in town, he saw me on Scruff and messaged me. He like at least one other guy was 'taken'. How he got out of the house, I don't know. Last time, I know I played at his place while he was alone. And did it in their bed, which is always hot.
Our messages were suggestive, but not blunt. He had plans, but "maybe later". Until Sunday morning when being coy went out the window when he asked, "you want my load?"
I'm guessing you know my answer. He knocked on my door 20 minutes later.
Handsome, but looking a little tired, a little older. But then I suppose we all do. Last time I was wow'd by his kiss. This time, not so much. Again, I'd been kissed a lot in the last 12 hours and fucked a lot too.
Dave, last time, was deviously dirty. He seemed very straight-laced, but had hints of what floated below the surface. Last time, it got to the point where he 'never fucked' to where he fucked me bare. So.....there's that. I don't know if it was a pretense or if it was real, but either way, I think we both got what we truly wanted.
This time, we stripped down immediately, not that I had far to go.
I remembered how he liked two things I did - suck his cock and eat his ass. So I did both those things. He was moaning up a storm. I was doing something right.
Dave isn't huge, but he sports a nice sized cock.
And the ass is perfect to eat - covered with dark blonde fur, nice tight clean hole to munch on and tongue. He would just moan or have labored breathing while I did my job. He told me it "fucking feels great". My response was, "that's my job".
Dave became a little assertive - not that I'm complaining. "Get on your back". I did. And with no pretense - or lube - he stuck his cock up my ass.
Now, maybe it was because he's fucked me before and he was comfortable with it / me, or maybe he was horny, or maybe he just dropped the fucking pretense of pretending not to fuck guys he doesn't really know. Either way - we both were winners.
After a few minutes, he told me to sit on his cock and ride it.
That I did. I will do it, but it's not always my favorite position. I liked looking at him, how he was gritting his pretty pearly whites - concentrating on the fuck. He was into it. But this lasted only a few minutes before he told me to get on my belly, face down.
Here he really went to town. He just fucked the hell out of me. If he knew I had other loads still up my ass - all the loads, actually - he never let on or said a word.
As he was getting closer, and everything about him (his breathing, his pace, his voice) was telling me he was ready to explode, he asked where I wanted it. I told him to keep fucking me. And he did. He drilled my ass until he just went balls deep and unloaded, adding a sixth load to my ass.
He just lay on top of me for a few minutes, gathering his strength. I felt him soften enough that he was just going to do that uncomfortable feeling of slipping out of me. And he did.
There was no fuss. No muss. No guilt. He just stood up, gathered his clothes and kissed me goodbye and let.
Who knows - maybe in another few years it will happen again.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Hispanic Grandad
Ok, yes he is Hispanic, and yes he was a grandfather, but he was 49...............and a grandfather.
Standing 5'10" and maybe weighing in at 170, he had spiky salt & pepper hair, with a similarly hued beard. He was hot.
The 7.5" FAT uncut dick didn't hurt.
Oh, maybe to the uninitiated he would have. But I had been fucked twice the night before and now twice the same morning.
Yes, after the furry guy who fucked my hole right after midnight, I had another guy stop by my room. 5'5" doesn't quite meet my height requirement and his dick was as proportionately small as his stature.
But for the second time - and in the same trip - trick #4 and 5 crossed paths at the hotel room door. What are the odds?
Abuelo, as we will call him, was a great kisser. Fiery. Very Latin in his passion. Hands on both sides of my face as he kissed me with feeling.
My hands however, went to his waist. I undid his belt and pulled down his fly. I have passion too, but it's not always in my lips, and even when it is, the lips might be used for something else.
At this point, I didn't even go to my knees to suck his cock. It was hard, wet and ready.
Abuelo dragged me to the bed and got me on my back. With the same intensity he had in kissing, he looked at me as he slid his thick cock into my hole.
I know you're all thinking that I'd never even feel it, after four cocks in the last 8-10 hours, but I did. I felt every fucking inch of it - tip to base and all the way around.
The man knew what he was doing. He talked about how he had bred four guys over the last three days but was still in need. I was that need.
He used my hole for a good 20 minutes. I was hoping for longer. I know it seems like this weekend was a load collection weekend, but I really liked how his cock felt in me. I liked how he used it for his own pleasure but simultaneously gave me my own. My ass was in fucking heaven with that uncut cock up to the root.
But as that 20 minute mark started to approach, I saw that he wasn't going to be able to hold back. I even encouraged him to just let it loose. Go nuts.
He did. He abandoned all niceties and just started POUNDING my hole. I do like seeing that change-over when they could care less about who is below them and all they want is to just fucking cum. They are blind with lust. They are focused on only them. It's a hot thing to see.........assuming you're into that.
I could feel that fat shaft just twitch in me as he left load #5 up my ass.
He slipped out far far far too soon. But he didn't object to me sinking to my knees to clean off his dick.
It went right in my mouth, still glistening from coming out of my ass, no doubt covered with some of the loads before his.....and mixed with his.
I cleaned the knob. I cleaned under the foreskin. I slicked and sucked the shaft clean.
He left without incident. He ran into no one - at least that I know of. He sent me many follow-up emails saying how hot that all was. I'm glad he enjoyed it. I know I fucking did.
But I was still ready for #6.
Standing 5'10" and maybe weighing in at 170, he had spiky salt & pepper hair, with a similarly hued beard. He was hot.
The 7.5" FAT uncut dick didn't hurt.
Oh, maybe to the uninitiated he would have. But I had been fucked twice the night before and now twice the same morning.
Yes, after the furry guy who fucked my hole right after midnight, I had another guy stop by my room. 5'5" doesn't quite meet my height requirement and his dick was as proportionately small as his stature.
But for the second time - and in the same trip - trick #4 and 5 crossed paths at the hotel room door. What are the odds?
Abuelo, as we will call him, was a great kisser. Fiery. Very Latin in his passion. Hands on both sides of my face as he kissed me with feeling.
My hands however, went to his waist. I undid his belt and pulled down his fly. I have passion too, but it's not always in my lips, and even when it is, the lips might be used for something else.
At this point, I didn't even go to my knees to suck his cock. It was hard, wet and ready.
Abuelo dragged me to the bed and got me on my back. With the same intensity he had in kissing, he looked at me as he slid his thick cock into my hole.
I know you're all thinking that I'd never even feel it, after four cocks in the last 8-10 hours, but I did. I felt every fucking inch of it - tip to base and all the way around.
The man knew what he was doing. He talked about how he had bred four guys over the last three days but was still in need. I was that need.
He used my hole for a good 20 minutes. I was hoping for longer. I know it seems like this weekend was a load collection weekend, but I really liked how his cock felt in me. I liked how he used it for his own pleasure but simultaneously gave me my own. My ass was in fucking heaven with that uncut cock up to the root.
But as that 20 minute mark started to approach, I saw that he wasn't going to be able to hold back. I even encouraged him to just let it loose. Go nuts.
He did. He abandoned all niceties and just started POUNDING my hole. I do like seeing that change-over when they could care less about who is below them and all they want is to just fucking cum. They are blind with lust. They are focused on only them. It's a hot thing to see.........assuming you're into that.
I could feel that fat shaft just twitch in me as he left load #5 up my ass.
He slipped out far far far too soon. But he didn't object to me sinking to my knees to clean off his dick.
It went right in my mouth, still glistening from coming out of my ass, no doubt covered with some of the loads before his.....and mixed with his.
I cleaned the knob. I cleaned under the foreskin. I slicked and sucked the shaft clean.
He left without incident. He ran into no one - at least that I know of. He sent me many follow-up emails saying how hot that all was. I'm glad he enjoyed it. I know I fucking did.
But I was still ready for #6.
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Weird
When you get around as much as I do - what? you were all nodding anyways - it's assumed you'll encounter weirdos.
You have strange "meetings" and you just have strange folks.
This one guy saw me on Scruff maybe three years ago. He must have 'favorited' me because now and then he'll send a message saying he'd like to fuck me.
I should mention when he saw me on Scruff I was in his town. So he lives 130 miles away - so I'm not in his local feed, yet still offers to drive 2.5 hours each way to fuck me.
That, to me, is a little creepy.
Needy. Stalkerish. Unhealthy (even for me!). And downright creepy.
This last weekend I was back in his neck of the woods. I had been drinking - not that that is any excuse - and I let my guard down when he contacted me. I had a few lines cast in the water, but figured I'd hedge my bets.
He took the bait. He wanted 'now', as they all do, but then "I have to wait for my parents to call and grab dinner with a friend'. Clearly he (and so many others) don't know what 'now' means. So I set the time, figuring if I found something else / better I could cancel.
I did fine one (the last post). But the time this creepier guy was free matched up with my availability. I told him the hotel door would be unlocked, I'd be face down and he could fuck me.
"No foreplay?" was his reply.
None, I said. I just wanted fucked.
You could tell his disappointment, but I instinctively knew this wasn't a guy for extended or intimate play. And yes, kissing is way more intimate than being boned up the ass.
True to my word, I was face down. I heard him disrobe. He climbed on and in.
I have to say, he had a great cock. Long, but THICK.
See?
I made the right call on the no foreplay thing. Hell, I made the right call on the not turning around thing.
If it is possible for a man's voice to be whiny, feminine, baby-ish and faggy at the same time, this guy mastered it. I know a person cannot help how he truly sounds, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I like the sound of a traditionally masculine male. Of course there are exceptions - we all have exceptions.
In the middle of the 20 minute fuck, he asked again for me to turn around and kiss. I couldn't do it. I felt that allowing that would be like a marriage proposal to him. It's not that I think that much of myself, it's that 2-3 years of stalking and then letting him in to my room - and my ass - constituted some kind of acceptance of our being together. A kiss would have made it that much worse.
And to me, it was "just a fuck". It was load collection - if I'm going to be up front.
I don't think I'm projecting, but at that moment I felt him being more despondent during the fuck. He did his due diligence, and he delivered the load, but there was little heart in the action.
While I might not have been as up front about the "just a fuck" scenario as I could have been, I didn't lead him to think it was anything more. Even the prepping of how I would be situated on the bed and no foreplay should have sent up signals.
After, he eased out of my hole and asked to use the bathroom. Of course, I said 'yes'. I'm not that inhospitable. I figured he'd use a washcloth to towel off - as my ass was clean, save the other load that was deep in my guts.
So I was surprised when he fired up the shower. I was less hospitable when 15 MINUTES later, I had to crack the door (though not looking in) and told him he had to get moving. I'm sorry, but WTF? He moved (used?) the toiletries. Maybe had no running water at home - who knows. But I thought that a little too weird.
As I heard him getting ready to exit the bathroom, I resumed my position facing away from the door, so not to see him. He dressed and left without a word.
The spell might be broken. I don't think he'll be reaching out to me again.
You have strange "meetings" and you just have strange folks.
This one guy saw me on Scruff maybe three years ago. He must have 'favorited' me because now and then he'll send a message saying he'd like to fuck me.
I should mention when he saw me on Scruff I was in his town. So he lives 130 miles away - so I'm not in his local feed, yet still offers to drive 2.5 hours each way to fuck me.
That, to me, is a little creepy.
Needy. Stalkerish. Unhealthy (even for me!). And downright creepy.
This last weekend I was back in his neck of the woods. I had been drinking - not that that is any excuse - and I let my guard down when he contacted me. I had a few lines cast in the water, but figured I'd hedge my bets.
He took the bait. He wanted 'now', as they all do, but then "I have to wait for my parents to call and grab dinner with a friend'. Clearly he (and so many others) don't know what 'now' means. So I set the time, figuring if I found something else / better I could cancel.
I did fine one (the last post). But the time this creepier guy was free matched up with my availability. I told him the hotel door would be unlocked, I'd be face down and he could fuck me.
"No foreplay?" was his reply.
None, I said. I just wanted fucked.
You could tell his disappointment, but I instinctively knew this wasn't a guy for extended or intimate play. And yes, kissing is way more intimate than being boned up the ass.
True to my word, I was face down. I heard him disrobe. He climbed on and in.
I have to say, he had a great cock. Long, but THICK.
See?
I made the right call on the no foreplay thing. Hell, I made the right call on the not turning around thing.
If it is possible for a man's voice to be whiny, feminine, baby-ish and faggy at the same time, this guy mastered it. I know a person cannot help how he truly sounds, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I like the sound of a traditionally masculine male. Of course there are exceptions - we all have exceptions.
In the middle of the 20 minute fuck, he asked again for me to turn around and kiss. I couldn't do it. I felt that allowing that would be like a marriage proposal to him. It's not that I think that much of myself, it's that 2-3 years of stalking and then letting him in to my room - and my ass - constituted some kind of acceptance of our being together. A kiss would have made it that much worse.
And to me, it was "just a fuck". It was load collection - if I'm going to be up front.
I don't think I'm projecting, but at that moment I felt him being more despondent during the fuck. He did his due diligence, and he delivered the load, but there was little heart in the action.
While I might not have been as up front about the "just a fuck" scenario as I could have been, I didn't lead him to think it was anything more. Even the prepping of how I would be situated on the bed and no foreplay should have sent up signals.
After, he eased out of my hole and asked to use the bathroom. Of course, I said 'yes'. I'm not that inhospitable. I figured he'd use a washcloth to towel off - as my ass was clean, save the other load that was deep in my guts.
So I was surprised when he fired up the shower. I was less hospitable when 15 MINUTES later, I had to crack the door (though not looking in) and told him he had to get moving. I'm sorry, but WTF? He moved (used?) the toiletries. Maybe had no running water at home - who knows. But I thought that a little too weird.
As I heard him getting ready to exit the bathroom, I resumed my position facing away from the door, so not to see him. He dressed and left without a word.
The spell might be broken. I don't think he'll be reaching out to me again.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Out of Town Repeat #1
It's been almost two years since I saw him. If he remembered me he didn't acknowledge it or let on. But most people are not cursed with a memory like mine. And let's be honest, to him, I might not have been memorable.
As if!
From his response to my ad, I suspected it was him. That was confirmed when I opened the door. The same pang of his semi-effeminate behavior was present, but it dissipated quickly from remembering how we fucked last time and from the quickness of the encounter.
I remembered the cock. I remembered his verbal abilities. I remembered his aggression. That was enough to let him walk over the threshold.
As I pulled off his belt and dropped his pants, he had a noticeable wet spot on his underwear. He saw me see it and commented that he'd been watching porn all day and edging. Straight porn - if one believes that. I'm still not buying he is straight - though oddly enough, I do love some of the guys in straight porn much better than gay porn. So it is possible, just not probable.
Because of this "leakage" and his admission, I wasn't getting a 60 minute session out of him this night - nor did I want one. I had other plans, other people stopping by. I had a schedule to keep.
As soon as I got down on my knees, he started with the name calling. "Whore", "Slut", "Cocksucker". I am good with all of those.
Like last time, there was no reciprocation, nor did I want any.
Sucking didn't last long, soon I was on my back on one of the hotel beds. He scooped a little lube, lined up his cock and pushed right into me. I took it like a champ - if I say so myself.
While the session didn't last an hour, I was hoping it would last longer than 20 minutes.
The time before, it was about edging him. It was about mutual extended pleasure. It's safe to say this time, I was on the receiving end of a pump 'n dump.
I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that - we've all been there.........haven't we?
I could feel him spasm in me, loading up my ass with his sperm.
Soon enough he was gone - and another guy was on his way over...........
As if!
From his response to my ad, I suspected it was him. That was confirmed when I opened the door. The same pang of his semi-effeminate behavior was present, but it dissipated quickly from remembering how we fucked last time and from the quickness of the encounter.
I remembered the cock. I remembered his verbal abilities. I remembered his aggression. That was enough to let him walk over the threshold.
As I pulled off his belt and dropped his pants, he had a noticeable wet spot on his underwear. He saw me see it and commented that he'd been watching porn all day and edging. Straight porn - if one believes that. I'm still not buying he is straight - though oddly enough, I do love some of the guys in straight porn much better than gay porn. So it is possible, just not probable.
Because of this "leakage" and his admission, I wasn't getting a 60 minute session out of him this night - nor did I want one. I had other plans, other people stopping by. I had a schedule to keep.
As soon as I got down on my knees, he started with the name calling. "Whore", "Slut", "Cocksucker". I am good with all of those.
Like last time, there was no reciprocation, nor did I want any.
Sucking didn't last long, soon I was on my back on one of the hotel beds. He scooped a little lube, lined up his cock and pushed right into me. I took it like a champ - if I say so myself.
While the session didn't last an hour, I was hoping it would last longer than 20 minutes.
The time before, it was about edging him. It was about mutual extended pleasure. It's safe to say this time, I was on the receiving end of a pump 'n dump.
I'm not saying there is anything wrong with that - we've all been there.........haven't we?
I could feel him spasm in me, loading up my ass with his sperm.
Soon enough he was gone - and another guy was on his way over...........
Sunday, October 18, 2015
KISS
This has nothing to do with lip on lip action.
Lip on dick action, sure, but not actual kissing. No - this guy was pierced, it would turn out both nipples, a nostril, one ear had one, the other had maybe 12 or 13.
He had a lot of hair. Not on the body, that was actually quite sparse. But his head had bundles. The first time, it was pulled back so I couldn't tell, but the second time, it was down and everywhere. While he was blond, I'm 99% sure it wasn't natural.
And he was inked. The first day I just saw something on the legs and his arms and hand. Oh - and his cock.
Yes, he had a ring of some design all the way around the base of his 6" shaft.
I had SO many questions about that - but didn't ask one. I mean, I don't know how one gets a penis tattoo. Does it have to remain hard throughout the session? And if so, wouldn't constant stabbing with a needle kind of make you go limp?
It was on the second time when I saw the rest of his ink. On his left outer thigh he has a KISS tattoo - as in the band. On his chest - the entire band itself. Oh yes. Gene. Peter. Ace. and Paul. Big. As. Life.
I gotta give it to him - you really gotta want it to commit to that for life........or dozens of painful laser sessions later on in life. I'm not sure I like anything so much that I wanted ink'd on me for life. Maybe some sperms swimming. Maybe.
Besides the ink and metal, he (told me his name, immediately forgot it) seems like a nice guy. I won't say he was exactly reserved at first, but there was a huge difference between first and second "meetings".
The first was strictly a blowjob. The man has 6" - not thin but not thick. He pretty much sat back for the first headjob that I gave him. He blew a nice load and of course, I swallowed. He liked it a lot. And from my perspective, it was fine.
Two days later, he asked to return. I had a free hour, so I agreed. He was over in 15 minutes.
We played with each other's cocks through our pants. He stiffened very quickly. I liked feeling through his heavy denim.
The man expertly played with my nipples. He had my entire body quivering, especially my butthole. He would not let up. I told him I wanted him in my ass - and he just pushed me over.
He slobbered on his fingers and played with my hole and then tongued it. It was all the lube I got - though he might have spit on his hands and rubbed his cock with it, but I never saw that.
He wasn't huge, so I took him with little trouble. He pounded and pounded - well, as much as he could. Then he abruptly pulled out. He says he got way too close, way too fast.
I didn't really care if he did. I like long fucks, but I don't always need them. Sometimes it is about the load. But he wanted more. But unfortunately, not fucking.
"Get on your knees - and fucking suck my cock".
Yes, he was way more comfortable on this second day.
Words like "pig", "faggot" and "cocksucker" came out of his mouth. I'm 90% sure he's gay, but with the bad tatts, big hair and all the piercings, I would have preferred a guy like this to be straight.
I got him close with my mouth too. He had me suck his balls to slow him down. They were drawn in. They were shaved but with rough fucking skin - like a basketball material.
But that tonguing didn't slow down the inevitable. He was going to cum and he asked if I wanted it in my fucking mouth. I nodded.
He pulled back my head and told me to open my mouth and I did.
Big. Fucking. Load.
I'm not sure I would have known it was that large had I not seen a pic of it after the fact.
I swallowed every drop.
Twice in a week with this guy. He'll be back.
Lip on dick action, sure, but not actual kissing. No - this guy was pierced, it would turn out both nipples, a nostril, one ear had one, the other had maybe 12 or 13.
He had a lot of hair. Not on the body, that was actually quite sparse. But his head had bundles. The first time, it was pulled back so I couldn't tell, but the second time, it was down and everywhere. While he was blond, I'm 99% sure it wasn't natural.
And he was inked. The first day I just saw something on the legs and his arms and hand. Oh - and his cock.
Yes, he had a ring of some design all the way around the base of his 6" shaft.
I had SO many questions about that - but didn't ask one. I mean, I don't know how one gets a penis tattoo. Does it have to remain hard throughout the session? And if so, wouldn't constant stabbing with a needle kind of make you go limp?
It was on the second time when I saw the rest of his ink. On his left outer thigh he has a KISS tattoo - as in the band. On his chest - the entire band itself. Oh yes. Gene. Peter. Ace. and Paul. Big. As. Life.
I gotta give it to him - you really gotta want it to commit to that for life........or dozens of painful laser sessions later on in life. I'm not sure I like anything so much that I wanted ink'd on me for life. Maybe some sperms swimming. Maybe.
Besides the ink and metal, he (told me his name, immediately forgot it) seems like a nice guy. I won't say he was exactly reserved at first, but there was a huge difference between first and second "meetings".
The first was strictly a blowjob. The man has 6" - not thin but not thick. He pretty much sat back for the first headjob that I gave him. He blew a nice load and of course, I swallowed. He liked it a lot. And from my perspective, it was fine.
Two days later, he asked to return. I had a free hour, so I agreed. He was over in 15 minutes.
We played with each other's cocks through our pants. He stiffened very quickly. I liked feeling through his heavy denim.
The man expertly played with my nipples. He had my entire body quivering, especially my butthole. He would not let up. I told him I wanted him in my ass - and he just pushed me over.
He slobbered on his fingers and played with my hole and then tongued it. It was all the lube I got - though he might have spit on his hands and rubbed his cock with it, but I never saw that.
He wasn't huge, so I took him with little trouble. He pounded and pounded - well, as much as he could. Then he abruptly pulled out. He says he got way too close, way too fast.
I didn't really care if he did. I like long fucks, but I don't always need them. Sometimes it is about the load. But he wanted more. But unfortunately, not fucking.
"Get on your knees - and fucking suck my cock".
Yes, he was way more comfortable on this second day.
Words like "pig", "faggot" and "cocksucker" came out of his mouth. I'm 90% sure he's gay, but with the bad tatts, big hair and all the piercings, I would have preferred a guy like this to be straight.
I got him close with my mouth too. He had me suck his balls to slow him down. They were drawn in. They were shaved but with rough fucking skin - like a basketball material.
But that tonguing didn't slow down the inevitable. He was going to cum and he asked if I wanted it in my fucking mouth. I nodded.
He pulled back my head and told me to open my mouth and I did.
Big. Fucking. Load.
I'm not sure I would have known it was that large had I not seen a pic of it after the fact.
I swallowed every drop.
Twice in a week with this guy. He'll be back.
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Changing Roles
He wanted to be treated like a hole.
That is usually my role. And when we play together, it's usually my role with him. He pummels the fuck out of me when we are together. He is a seriously good top guy.
I have fucked him on occasion, but it is much more rare. Each time, we go through the premise that I don't shoot in him. It's a farce, of course. And trust me, he always makes a big deal about cumming in me.
But as a "top" who is now bottoming, you play with the role and your receptivity to taking loads up your ass, and how it might make you less of a top. The play is all role. We both know it, but we do what we have to.
It had been months and months since we had been together. I won't lie - I was a little disappointed when he told me he was in the mood for bottoming. I mean - that is MY role and it is what I love to for him.
Still - it's been a slow month for me (well by my standards. I'm still a 'whore' by most of yours), and I was a little turned on when he texted me and told me to come over and eat a fresh load out of his ass.
Feltching isn't normally my thing, but I'm always up for a hot time and a new opportunity.
I went over and went right in. The ass was clean - well, except for the load I was tonguing. Ass juice and man juice all together.
The load was sweet and still warm, though probably because it was housed inside of his body. I egged him on, asking whose it was, but I wasn't to get an honest reply. That's fair - I probably didn't know him, but you never know. Maybe that's why I wasn't told.
I stood up, lightly used the lube next to the bed, as I knew he was pre-lubed and I wanted to try to feel it. As he was still shoulders down, ass up, it was easy to get behind him and slide right up that used hole.
The hole was open, that's for sure. I couldn't really tell if I felt cum or just the lube on my cock. And in the big picture, did it matter?
I fucked him for a while. I can hold off if needed, but that presents the rigidity issues - or lack thereof. I went in and out of erection a few times.
The guy not only didn't seem to notice, he said I did just fine - but I think he was just being nice.
As I got closer to the end - not that I was telling him I was close - the "issue" of condoms and not cumming in him came up again. But it's all role play.
I did what he asked - treated him like a hole. I pulled on my pants afterwards and drove away. I stayed in character.
That is usually my role. And when we play together, it's usually my role with him. He pummels the fuck out of me when we are together. He is a seriously good top guy.
I have fucked him on occasion, but it is much more rare. Each time, we go through the premise that I don't shoot in him. It's a farce, of course. And trust me, he always makes a big deal about cumming in me.
But as a "top" who is now bottoming, you play with the role and your receptivity to taking loads up your ass, and how it might make you less of a top. The play is all role. We both know it, but we do what we have to.
It had been months and months since we had been together. I won't lie - I was a little disappointed when he told me he was in the mood for bottoming. I mean - that is MY role and it is what I love to for him.
Still - it's been a slow month for me (well by my standards. I'm still a 'whore' by most of yours), and I was a little turned on when he texted me and told me to come over and eat a fresh load out of his ass.
Feltching isn't normally my thing, but I'm always up for a hot time and a new opportunity.
I went over and went right in. The ass was clean - well, except for the load I was tonguing. Ass juice and man juice all together.
The load was sweet and still warm, though probably because it was housed inside of his body. I egged him on, asking whose it was, but I wasn't to get an honest reply. That's fair - I probably didn't know him, but you never know. Maybe that's why I wasn't told.
I stood up, lightly used the lube next to the bed, as I knew he was pre-lubed and I wanted to try to feel it. As he was still shoulders down, ass up, it was easy to get behind him and slide right up that used hole.
The hole was open, that's for sure. I couldn't really tell if I felt cum or just the lube on my cock. And in the big picture, did it matter?
I fucked him for a while. I can hold off if needed, but that presents the rigidity issues - or lack thereof. I went in and out of erection a few times.
The guy not only didn't seem to notice, he said I did just fine - but I think he was just being nice.
As I got closer to the end - not that I was telling him I was close - the "issue" of condoms and not cumming in him came up again. But it's all role play.
I did what he asked - treated him like a hole. I pulled on my pants afterwards and drove away. I stayed in character.
Wednesday, October 07, 2015
Misfire
He was from foreign descent. Arab and Black. He seemed naturalized, possibly born here to parents who found there way. We really didn't get into it. I didn't really care - truth be told.
What intrigued me about him was his screen name: WellHung.
To make a long story short, I suppose that name gets you a lot more attention than AveragelyHung. Which is all he was.
Though I suppose that is all relative. Maybe compared to others he has seen, he is big.
To all that I have seen - which is, ummmm, innumerable - it is not.
It was fine. He was fine. But he talked a much better game than he delivered. I'm all for a guy with bravado, but damn - have something to back it up when you actually show up.
I have an attraction to mid-eastern or Arab men. Not all, of course, but it's there. I was hoping. If I did my guessing correctly, he had some Arab in him (so did I!), but I would guess he was predominately black.
He was maybe 7", which is nothing to sneeze at, but I don't know that would be "well hung". And for all his talk, he stood there taking my blowjob like a deaf-mute.
I like a little interaction when I blow. I've even had silent interaction that is hot. This was just like a guy who wanted to be into it, but just wasn't or one who could muster up the energy. Maybe he wasn't into me. I get that.
If true, I'd say "then just walk away", but how many times have I not been into it and still went through and blew the guy?
I don't think he'll be coming back. That's ok. Now I'm not sure I could muster up the enthusiasm to service him properly.
What intrigued me about him was his screen name: WellHung.
To make a long story short, I suppose that name gets you a lot more attention than AveragelyHung. Which is all he was.
Though I suppose that is all relative. Maybe compared to others he has seen, he is big.
To all that I have seen - which is, ummmm, innumerable - it is not.
It was fine. He was fine. But he talked a much better game than he delivered. I'm all for a guy with bravado, but damn - have something to back it up when you actually show up.
I have an attraction to mid-eastern or Arab men. Not all, of course, but it's there. I was hoping. If I did my guessing correctly, he had some Arab in him (so did I!), but I would guess he was predominately black.
He was maybe 7", which is nothing to sneeze at, but I don't know that would be "well hung". And for all his talk, he stood there taking my blowjob like a deaf-mute.
I like a little interaction when I blow. I've even had silent interaction that is hot. This was just like a guy who wanted to be into it, but just wasn't or one who could muster up the energy. Maybe he wasn't into me. I get that.
If true, I'd say "then just walk away", but how many times have I not been into it and still went through and blew the guy?
I don't think he'll be coming back. That's ok. Now I'm not sure I could muster up the enthusiasm to service him properly.
Friday, October 02, 2015
Thug Life
"Don't be scared of it" he muttered.
He muttered everything - and if he only knew how unafraid I was of cock, he might never have shown up in the first place.
In standard hook up parameters - he was 25 minutes late and 2" short. On his cock, that is.
Would it be rude for me to tell them to measure their junk against the length of a dollar bill? That is only 6" long. And even while he'd have surpassed that currency by an inch or so, he wasn't 3" longer than a sawbuck.....or a single.
The 25 minutes? Anymore, that is just common. No one, besides myself it seems, is ever remotely on-time.
He was black. Maybe 5'9"....180 or so. Full thug appearance. Sweat pants. Grey hoodie, which stayed on and up and much of face covered for entire time he was with me. While my ad said I "preferred" non-smokers, he was clearly a heavy smoker. Skin. Clothes. Aura. All reeked of cigarettes. His breath of weed. Lord. It was 11a.
I have to say, after he pulled down his sweats, I was worried he wouldn't even make it to six let alone nine. He is not a show-er at all. He's a grower.
After I got down on my knees to suck him, he grew. Slowly for sure, but it happened. And at the base, he was pretty fucking thick. It was somewhat of a challenge to wrap my lips around that base, but trust me, it happened.
He encouraged me to take him all. I appreciated the talking to, but I wasn't about to not try. I wanted it all. I always do. Or usually. He held my head down, making me gag a little - but that had more to do with the time spent with air cut off than the thickness.
"Can I fuck your face?".
I suppose the question was rhetorical. I mean, by the time the last syllable left his mouth he was pumping my mouth.....my throat. His hands were on my head. I would have nodded 'yes' anyways, but by this point, the action was in motion.
That was when he said, "don't be scared of it".
I wasn't.
His stamina was ok, but nothing off the charts. The head lasted maybe 15 minutes.
I asked as I was on my knees if he had a big load. "You'll find out soon enough" was the reply.
It wasn't big. If he didn't tighten his grip, I'm not sure I would have known he was shooting. I think the semen just drooled out into my mouth. But I made a show of it, before I swallowed. Not that he was interested. After he came, he was looking to put himself together to get the fuck out.
I love when post-orgasmic guilt hits some guys.
He'll be back. I can almost guarantee he'll ask for another go-round.
He muttered everything - and if he only knew how unafraid I was of cock, he might never have shown up in the first place.
In standard hook up parameters - he was 25 minutes late and 2" short. On his cock, that is.
Would it be rude for me to tell them to measure their junk against the length of a dollar bill? That is only 6" long. And even while he'd have surpassed that currency by an inch or so, he wasn't 3" longer than a sawbuck.....or a single.
The 25 minutes? Anymore, that is just common. No one, besides myself it seems, is ever remotely on-time.
He was black. Maybe 5'9"....180 or so. Full thug appearance. Sweat pants. Grey hoodie, which stayed on and up and much of face covered for entire time he was with me. While my ad said I "preferred" non-smokers, he was clearly a heavy smoker. Skin. Clothes. Aura. All reeked of cigarettes. His breath of weed. Lord. It was 11a.
I have to say, after he pulled down his sweats, I was worried he wouldn't even make it to six let alone nine. He is not a show-er at all. He's a grower.
After I got down on my knees to suck him, he grew. Slowly for sure, but it happened. And at the base, he was pretty fucking thick. It was somewhat of a challenge to wrap my lips around that base, but trust me, it happened.
He encouraged me to take him all. I appreciated the talking to, but I wasn't about to not try. I wanted it all. I always do. Or usually. He held my head down, making me gag a little - but that had more to do with the time spent with air cut off than the thickness.
"Can I fuck your face?".
I suppose the question was rhetorical. I mean, by the time the last syllable left his mouth he was pumping my mouth.....my throat. His hands were on my head. I would have nodded 'yes' anyways, but by this point, the action was in motion.
That was when he said, "don't be scared of it".
I wasn't.
His stamina was ok, but nothing off the charts. The head lasted maybe 15 minutes.
I asked as I was on my knees if he had a big load. "You'll find out soon enough" was the reply.
It wasn't big. If he didn't tighten his grip, I'm not sure I would have known he was shooting. I think the semen just drooled out into my mouth. But I made a show of it, before I swallowed. Not that he was interested. After he came, he was looking to put himself together to get the fuck out.
I love when post-orgasmic guilt hits some guys.
He'll be back. I can almost guarantee he'll ask for another go-round.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Nerd 2
We are two months in - that is to say, me sucking off "the Nerd".
Most weeks, it is every week. Though due to his work schedule and mine, we missed a week. He seemed to think we didn't, but I had to school him on that.
I had mentioned, two weeks was too long between giving him head.
I said this while massaging his cock through his work trousers. "Trousers" seems to fit here, and not just pants. They are dress slacks (what an odd word) but not suit pants. Either way, I was feeling him bone up. I was feeling how fucking heavy that cock really is.
Saying that is one of the nicest cocks I've ever serviced is no stretch. I've had bigger. I've had thicker. But this fits in both. The right length and circumference. The right heft - and heft IS the right word. It's heavy and meaty with a big head. It's a straight shaft and has always been at the ready.
His head had made it past my lips and I was about half way down on his phallus when he shuddered and said, through his moan, "oh fuck - two weeks IS too long!".
Nice. I kind of got him right where I wanted him. Though let's be honest, he had me where he wanted me: on my knees.
These blowjobs are never long. He stops me or slows me down, but usually only once. I know he has to get home to his husband or wife. I am always polite. I ask him if he wants me to cool him down or if he wants me to go for it.
It is almost always "finish me off".
When he comes, you think he'd be standing at the epicenter of the 1994 Northridge earthquake. He shudders uncontrollably and for a good length of time.
I know some of that is physical make-up, but I know some of it is my ability. I like making him unstable, weak, and pleasured, all at the same time.
Now we're coming up on a week. Time to see him again.
Most weeks, it is every week. Though due to his work schedule and mine, we missed a week. He seemed to think we didn't, but I had to school him on that.
I had mentioned, two weeks was too long between giving him head.
I said this while massaging his cock through his work trousers. "Trousers" seems to fit here, and not just pants. They are dress slacks (what an odd word) but not suit pants. Either way, I was feeling him bone up. I was feeling how fucking heavy that cock really is.
Saying that is one of the nicest cocks I've ever serviced is no stretch. I've had bigger. I've had thicker. But this fits in both. The right length and circumference. The right heft - and heft IS the right word. It's heavy and meaty with a big head. It's a straight shaft and has always been at the ready.
His head had made it past my lips and I was about half way down on his phallus when he shuddered and said, through his moan, "oh fuck - two weeks IS too long!".
Nice. I kind of got him right where I wanted him. Though let's be honest, he had me where he wanted me: on my knees.
These blowjobs are never long. He stops me or slows me down, but usually only once. I know he has to get home to his husband or wife. I am always polite. I ask him if he wants me to cool him down or if he wants me to go for it.
It is almost always "finish me off".
When he comes, you think he'd be standing at the epicenter of the 1994 Northridge earthquake. He shudders uncontrollably and for a good length of time.
I know some of that is physical make-up, but I know some of it is my ability. I like making him unstable, weak, and pleasured, all at the same time.
Now we're coming up on a week. Time to see him again.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Loophole
The other day I was "required" to fast.
Don't ask. Deep down you don't really care.
But I was horny. VERY horny.
I've had some good encounters this month, most of which you've already read about. But overall, September has been a shitty month for me, in terms of getting laid. My numbers are down (and yes, I'm keeping a detailed count for 2015). So yeah, I was fucking horny. Yet I was trying to be true to my 25 hour fast.
I thought I could suck cock, since I"m not really "eating" it and then get a facial. I'd try my hardest not to let any dribble into my mouth {wink}.
It was what I thought would be the perfect loophole.
The only problem was, trying to find someone who would be willing just to give you a one-person bukkake.
Oh, i advertised for it. I even put in a part about me fasting and having a loophole, hoping that it would entice someone. Maybe it scared them off. Maybe they didn't want their load going to waste dripping down someone's cheeks or caught in some random guy's beard.
I can't blame them for that, if that be the case. I don't think any load should go wasted. I think the money shot is important for pictures here and there, but that's about all. Semen should be ingested or absorbed.
Maybe everyone else was thinking this too.
I got two responses.
One told me "it's not cheating". He gave me stats, I expressed interest. He suddenly died. Or that's how I back-storied it.
The second guy, with a good 11" black cock asked if I was "free now!". I answered within 60 seconds of getting the email, but unfortunately, he succumbed to the same illness or accident as the first guy.
Alas, the fates had other plans for me. I would be completing my fast - loophole or no loophole. But at least for a few hours, I was distracted by the possibility of finding an out.
Don't ask. Deep down you don't really care.
But I was horny. VERY horny.
I've had some good encounters this month, most of which you've already read about. But overall, September has been a shitty month for me, in terms of getting laid. My numbers are down (and yes, I'm keeping a detailed count for 2015). So yeah, I was fucking horny. Yet I was trying to be true to my 25 hour fast.
I thought I could suck cock, since I"m not really "eating" it and then get a facial. I'd try my hardest not to let any dribble into my mouth {wink}.
It was what I thought would be the perfect loophole.
The only problem was, trying to find someone who would be willing just to give you a one-person bukkake.
Oh, i advertised for it. I even put in a part about me fasting and having a loophole, hoping that it would entice someone. Maybe it scared them off. Maybe they didn't want their load going to waste dripping down someone's cheeks or caught in some random guy's beard.
I can't blame them for that, if that be the case. I don't think any load should go wasted. I think the money shot is important for pictures here and there, but that's about all. Semen should be ingested or absorbed.
Maybe everyone else was thinking this too.
I got two responses.
One told me "it's not cheating". He gave me stats, I expressed interest. He suddenly died. Or that's how I back-storied it.
The second guy, with a good 11" black cock asked if I was "free now!". I answered within 60 seconds of getting the email, but unfortunately, he succumbed to the same illness or accident as the first guy.
Alas, the fates had other plans for me. I would be completing my fast - loophole or no loophole. But at least for a few hours, I was distracted by the possibility of finding an out.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Gloryhole Service II
This story goes back a bit. Maybe a year.
Yeah - it's not timely, but all the truly interesting encounters I've had recently you've already read. Sure, I've had the standard blowjob scenes. I drop to my knees. They shoot. They leave.
I love doing them, but they're not always interesting to write about.
Anyways, you might remember me going to a gloryhole about a year and a half ago. A month or so after that, I returned. Twice, actually.
The first time, there were two guys on the other side of the hole.
They switched off sucking me. One was clearly better than the other and the host was he. I endured the tag team sucking for a bit. Then the host stuck his ass up to the hole and I fucked it.
Yes me.
I could hear muffled conversation through the thick door. Both seemed to really like my cock - one from a feeling perspective, the other from a visual one.
I had been primed from getting blown, but you know the gloryhole is a huge turn on for me, so I blew up the guy's ass without asking, not that he could have easily heard me. But I was boning him raw, so he knew the score - I assume.
On my next trip there, the host was on the other side of the door and two other guys. Either they got together regularly, or word about my cock and me coming over spread like wildfire. Personally, I like to think it was the latter and that guys needed to see it to believe it. It's probably not true, and they were probably there to get high or something, but still.......
Once again, I got tag teamed sucked. Now by three. And one was intent on stroking me. No thank you. IF I ever wanted to jack off, I'll do it. I'm not letting some putz choke my chicken to get me off when there is at least one willing hole to take my cock and seed.
Then two of the guys took turns riding my pole with their hole. For the life of me, I cannot find the video I took of it.
In the video, which I showed to 1 or 2 folks, I mention that I wanted the other guy's ass because it felt better. It was insinuated by one person who saw the video that I was rude to say that.
B.F.D.
I don't fuck much and I sure as hell wasn't going to be browbeaten into giving an undeserving ass my load. The deserving one, I believe, was the host's butt, though I can't be sure. The third guy didn't take cock up the ass, he only sucked. So he was out of luck here. At least with me. Who knows how many other guys they had coming over.
I could hear talking on the other side, but not making out many words. Though they switched asses here and there, I knew which was the better hole. I've gone months without cumming, I could certainly hold off a few minutes to deliver it to the correct portal.
Finally, the one guy slid off my cock. I could almost feel the breeze, as no mouth or ass enveloped it.
Then I felt it. Warm warm warm goo hitting my shaft.
The guy I was fucking only pulled off because he was close - not because I was.
The jizz wasn't wasted. It became lube for the host.
He bent over and in went my cock - into the better hole. So not only was he getting my cock and eventually my load, but he was getting another load as well. That one wasn't be shot deep into him, as much as being smeared on the walls of his rectum. Either way, he was taking it. And willingly.
I pounded the ass, but all you could hear was me banging against the wooden door. That thing is secure as fuck. It buckled here and there, but it is never going to give way.
I lasted maybe another 5 minutes before I emptied into his bowels. He was good about not pulling off or milking it too much. He let me expel all my babies and slip out naturally.
I bent over, pulled my pants up and walked down the stairs. It was a hot scene that would never be repeated. At least, so it seems.
Yeah - it's not timely, but all the truly interesting encounters I've had recently you've already read. Sure, I've had the standard blowjob scenes. I drop to my knees. They shoot. They leave.
I love doing them, but they're not always interesting to write about.
Anyways, you might remember me going to a gloryhole about a year and a half ago. A month or so after that, I returned. Twice, actually.
The first time, there were two guys on the other side of the hole.
They switched off sucking me. One was clearly better than the other and the host was he. I endured the tag team sucking for a bit. Then the host stuck his ass up to the hole and I fucked it.
Yes me.
I could hear muffled conversation through the thick door. Both seemed to really like my cock - one from a feeling perspective, the other from a visual one.
I had been primed from getting blown, but you know the gloryhole is a huge turn on for me, so I blew up the guy's ass without asking, not that he could have easily heard me. But I was boning him raw, so he knew the score - I assume.
On my next trip there, the host was on the other side of the door and two other guys. Either they got together regularly, or word about my cock and me coming over spread like wildfire. Personally, I like to think it was the latter and that guys needed to see it to believe it. It's probably not true, and they were probably there to get high or something, but still.......
Once again, I got tag teamed sucked. Now by three. And one was intent on stroking me. No thank you. IF I ever wanted to jack off, I'll do it. I'm not letting some putz choke my chicken to get me off when there is at least one willing hole to take my cock and seed.
Then two of the guys took turns riding my pole with their hole. For the life of me, I cannot find the video I took of it.
In the video, which I showed to 1 or 2 folks, I mention that I wanted the other guy's ass because it felt better. It was insinuated by one person who saw the video that I was rude to say that.
B.F.D.
I don't fuck much and I sure as hell wasn't going to be browbeaten into giving an undeserving ass my load. The deserving one, I believe, was the host's butt, though I can't be sure. The third guy didn't take cock up the ass, he only sucked. So he was out of luck here. At least with me. Who knows how many other guys they had coming over.
I could hear talking on the other side, but not making out many words. Though they switched asses here and there, I knew which was the better hole. I've gone months without cumming, I could certainly hold off a few minutes to deliver it to the correct portal.
Finally, the one guy slid off my cock. I could almost feel the breeze, as no mouth or ass enveloped it.
Then I felt it. Warm warm warm goo hitting my shaft.
The guy I was fucking only pulled off because he was close - not because I was.
The jizz wasn't wasted. It became lube for the host.
He bent over and in went my cock - into the better hole. So not only was he getting my cock and eventually my load, but he was getting another load as well. That one wasn't be shot deep into him, as much as being smeared on the walls of his rectum. Either way, he was taking it. And willingly.
I pounded the ass, but all you could hear was me banging against the wooden door. That thing is secure as fuck. It buckled here and there, but it is never going to give way.
I lasted maybe another 5 minutes before I emptied into his bowels. He was good about not pulling off or milking it too much. He let me expel all my babies and slip out naturally.
I bent over, pulled my pants up and walked down the stairs. It was a hot scene that would never be repeated. At least, so it seems.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Moving Day
Via email, we agreed to meet up the following morning. This morning, actually. Today. An almost real-time post.
It turns out, I'd been "with" him before. But in the past it was via a smart phone app, this time it was a CL ad and an email address I didn't recognize. Nor did I recognize the address. I knew the road, but there are a dozen and a half apartment buildings in a 3/4 mile stretch. Chances are I've been in most of them for - well, you know.
Only pulling up to it this morning did I realize I've been here before. The last time maybe six months ago. I hesitated, but I drove 20 minutes in morning rush-hour traffic. Fuck it, I was going in.
I was buzzed in and then knocked at his door. The dishwasher was running - loudly at that. He also had porn and music playing. Porn with volume. The noises made it all seem disjointed.
I also noticed, save some big pieces of furniture, the apartment was bare. He was moving, he told me. I didn't ask where. I didn't really care where.
He was already naked. I dropped my clothes. I walked in, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. Italian, he is. Decent cock, but not great. He's a fur monster. Hair everywhere. Not tons on top of the head, but everywhere else - back, chest, balls, legs, ass.
Ass. Yes. A hairy ass.
Before you knew it, I was on my back and he was sitting on my face. My tongue was buried up his fuck hole - though it's doubtful he ever gets fucked. I don't think he's the bottoming kind.
He loved the way I munched on that hole. He LOVED the way I got it sopping wet and then blew air on to it. He shivered. He moaned. He said 'fuck!'.....a lot.
I was doing my job. And well.
Then his cell rang. And it was one of those fucking obnoxious rings like it was music from a battle scene in 'Braveheart' or something. Something you'd roll your eyes at if you heard it go off in Starbucks.
"No....the movers are coming. I'll have to catch up with you later, some faggot is eating my ass right now. .....yeah."
And then he hangs up.
The conversation wasn't even extended to, "no, there really is.....". They must know each other enough to take the other's word as gospel and not expound upon it.
While I ate, he was so excited he jacked. But he over-excited himself. I wasn't technically going to be sucking him off completely.
He backed up. I extended my tongue. He shot with pretty good precision. Save for one drop, it all landed in my mouth.
I'm glad it didn't get in my eye. I didn't want a red sore eye all morning - and I was going to have do drive due east - right into the morning sun. That would have been a double pain.
As I dressed, he casually mentioned: "this is the last load in this apartment".
Let's hope the new owners clean up really well.
It turns out, I'd been "with" him before. But in the past it was via a smart phone app, this time it was a CL ad and an email address I didn't recognize. Nor did I recognize the address. I knew the road, but there are a dozen and a half apartment buildings in a 3/4 mile stretch. Chances are I've been in most of them for - well, you know.
Only pulling up to it this morning did I realize I've been here before. The last time maybe six months ago. I hesitated, but I drove 20 minutes in morning rush-hour traffic. Fuck it, I was going in.
I was buzzed in and then knocked at his door. The dishwasher was running - loudly at that. He also had porn and music playing. Porn with volume. The noises made it all seem disjointed.
I also noticed, save some big pieces of furniture, the apartment was bare. He was moving, he told me. I didn't ask where. I didn't really care where.
He was already naked. I dropped my clothes. I walked in, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. Italian, he is. Decent cock, but not great. He's a fur monster. Hair everywhere. Not tons on top of the head, but everywhere else - back, chest, balls, legs, ass.
Ass. Yes. A hairy ass.
Before you knew it, I was on my back and he was sitting on my face. My tongue was buried up his fuck hole - though it's doubtful he ever gets fucked. I don't think he's the bottoming kind.
He loved the way I munched on that hole. He LOVED the way I got it sopping wet and then blew air on to it. He shivered. He moaned. He said 'fuck!'.....a lot.
I was doing my job. And well.
Then his cell rang. And it was one of those fucking obnoxious rings like it was music from a battle scene in 'Braveheart' or something. Something you'd roll your eyes at if you heard it go off in Starbucks.
"No....the movers are coming. I'll have to catch up with you later, some faggot is eating my ass right now. .....yeah."
And then he hangs up.
The conversation wasn't even extended to, "no, there really is.....". They must know each other enough to take the other's word as gospel and not expound upon it.
While I ate, he was so excited he jacked. But he over-excited himself. I wasn't technically going to be sucking him off completely.
He backed up. I extended my tongue. He shot with pretty good precision. Save for one drop, it all landed in my mouth.
I'm glad it didn't get in my eye. I didn't want a red sore eye all morning - and I was going to have do drive due east - right into the morning sun. That would have been a double pain.
As I dressed, he casually mentioned: "this is the last load in this apartment".
Let's hope the new owners clean up really well.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Cigars, Whiskey and Baseball
I was out of town and had a few free hours.
There wasn't time to go through the rig-a-marole of CL. Scruff, Grindr or A4A would have to do.
But NYC is a sucky town in which to get laid. In some cities, the closest person to you is 4 miles - and the last if your feed is 20 miles. In NYC, your entire feed (100 folks for non-paying members, like me) can be within less than a mile. The island if filled with fudge packers or packees.
And the problem is, everyone thinks there is someone better out there than those 100 - and it almost stands to reason. Because if you move 1200 feet you'll get another 50 new folks in your feed who are closer. So no one settles on anyone....just in case.
At least that's what I tell myself when out of those 100, no one shows interest. Or no real interest. They might engage, but they rarely follow through.
One responded. He was 3 blocks away. I told him I could be there in 10.
He said he was about to go to the Eagle, but having me come over so he could light a cigar and be serviced seemed an easier thing to do.
I made it in less than 10 minutes and had the doorman announce me.
The man was as advertised: 50-ish, masculine, 6' and 200lbs. He was solid, wearing a grey t-, jeans, cowboy boots and a baseball cap.
On his coffee table were an unlit cigar, his cutter, a glass of whiskey and a remote. The Yankees game was already on and the only light emanating in the apartment.
As I got to my knees, he cut the cigar. He sat down after his cock was out and I went to work. He went to work on lighting the cigar.
Even though my head was in his crotch, with peripheral vision, I could see the light from the torch and the flames that he would make, as he got this stogie going. Soon, the smell would come. It was strong - stronger than most cigars I have smelled. It was a little intoxicating and a little nauseating at the same time.
His strong hands were at my head, not letting me up, not letting me skillfully suck his cock. No, this would be a manhandle job. His movements, his body, his cock, his pleasure. He didn't care that I had excellent cocksucking skills to make him quiver. That wasn't what this was about. It was about exerting his dominance.
I can live with that.
I worked the cock the best I could with my tongue between getting clammed down to his zipper and belt and bush. I could feel the saliva - mine - rolling down his shaft and gathering at the base of his cock.
I could feel the heat of his ash, his cigar, when he would take it out of his mouth and hold it in his hands - either atop of my head or next to my face.
Now and then I'd reach over to the table to get his whiskey for him ("that's a good faggot". He'd take some and then set the glass back. The game was always on in the background - though I never picked up on how the Yankees were doing. My mind was elsewhere.
He was demanding. He was verbal. "cocksucker", "faggot", "bitch", "piece of shit" regularly came out of his mouth. None of it forced - all very natural for him, for me and for our encounter. The hand came out too - which I loved, as I never ever had to prompt that action.
He put the cigar near my nipples. I could feel the heat there too.
I was told I was as good as a pussy. That faggots know how to suck better than women and it was the only reason I was there. He had a wedding ring on, but his profile said 'open relationship'. Who knows.
He did make a point WHILE I was blowing him that as soon as he got off, I was to get out. He wasn't overt about it. He didn't have to be. I was there for one purpose and then was to leave. No fuss. No muss. No strings.
I was told to lick his boots and I did. He wanted to FEEL the tongue. No small feat (no pun intended) to do through heavy leather. But I made those boots wet with my fucking spit. I had to - it was my job.
He (never got a name) played with my nipples like an expert. The plan was never to fuck and I never "prepped" myself for one. But he did ask to see my hole.
Since I was down on my knees, I didn't feel right about standing up and bending over. So I lay back, lifted my legs and spread my cheeks. His boot went to the hole. He pressed this tip into my pucker. He stepped on my hole. He stepped on my balls and cock. I said "thank you Sir!".
He kept muttering how good his cock would feel up there, breeding my hole. I never said 'no'. It wasn't my place. I never told him I didn't prep. I might have been fine, actually, just no way of really knowing. Still he never made the move to put cock to hole.
Too bad. His thick uncut cock would have stretched me out a bit. But he booted my ass while he jacked.
Soon I was back to sucking and soon he was delivering his load into my mouth.
He made me clean him up. But as soon as I was done, I was up and out the door, even securing my shorts and putting on my shirt in his hallway.
I made it down 16 flights, nodded to the doorman and headed back into the night air.
There wasn't time to go through the rig-a-marole of CL. Scruff, Grindr or A4A would have to do.
But NYC is a sucky town in which to get laid. In some cities, the closest person to you is 4 miles - and the last if your feed is 20 miles. In NYC, your entire feed (100 folks for non-paying members, like me) can be within less than a mile. The island if filled with fudge packers or packees.
And the problem is, everyone thinks there is someone better out there than those 100 - and it almost stands to reason. Because if you move 1200 feet you'll get another 50 new folks in your feed who are closer. So no one settles on anyone....just in case.
At least that's what I tell myself when out of those 100, no one shows interest. Or no real interest. They might engage, but they rarely follow through.
One responded. He was 3 blocks away. I told him I could be there in 10.
He said he was about to go to the Eagle, but having me come over so he could light a cigar and be serviced seemed an easier thing to do.
I made it in less than 10 minutes and had the doorman announce me.
The man was as advertised: 50-ish, masculine, 6' and 200lbs. He was solid, wearing a grey t-, jeans, cowboy boots and a baseball cap.
On his coffee table were an unlit cigar, his cutter, a glass of whiskey and a remote. The Yankees game was already on and the only light emanating in the apartment.
As I got to my knees, he cut the cigar. He sat down after his cock was out and I went to work. He went to work on lighting the cigar.
Even though my head was in his crotch, with peripheral vision, I could see the light from the torch and the flames that he would make, as he got this stogie going. Soon, the smell would come. It was strong - stronger than most cigars I have smelled. It was a little intoxicating and a little nauseating at the same time.
His strong hands were at my head, not letting me up, not letting me skillfully suck his cock. No, this would be a manhandle job. His movements, his body, his cock, his pleasure. He didn't care that I had excellent cocksucking skills to make him quiver. That wasn't what this was about. It was about exerting his dominance.
I can live with that.
I worked the cock the best I could with my tongue between getting clammed down to his zipper and belt and bush. I could feel the saliva - mine - rolling down his shaft and gathering at the base of his cock.
I could feel the heat of his ash, his cigar, when he would take it out of his mouth and hold it in his hands - either atop of my head or next to my face.
Now and then I'd reach over to the table to get his whiskey for him ("that's a good faggot". He'd take some and then set the glass back. The game was always on in the background - though I never picked up on how the Yankees were doing. My mind was elsewhere.
He was demanding. He was verbal. "cocksucker", "faggot", "bitch", "piece of shit" regularly came out of his mouth. None of it forced - all very natural for him, for me and for our encounter. The hand came out too - which I loved, as I never ever had to prompt that action.
He put the cigar near my nipples. I could feel the heat there too.
I was told I was as good as a pussy. That faggots know how to suck better than women and it was the only reason I was there. He had a wedding ring on, but his profile said 'open relationship'. Who knows.
He did make a point WHILE I was blowing him that as soon as he got off, I was to get out. He wasn't overt about it. He didn't have to be. I was there for one purpose and then was to leave. No fuss. No muss. No strings.
I was told to lick his boots and I did. He wanted to FEEL the tongue. No small feat (no pun intended) to do through heavy leather. But I made those boots wet with my fucking spit. I had to - it was my job.
He (never got a name) played with my nipples like an expert. The plan was never to fuck and I never "prepped" myself for one. But he did ask to see my hole.
Since I was down on my knees, I didn't feel right about standing up and bending over. So I lay back, lifted my legs and spread my cheeks. His boot went to the hole. He pressed this tip into my pucker. He stepped on my hole. He stepped on my balls and cock. I said "thank you Sir!".
He kept muttering how good his cock would feel up there, breeding my hole. I never said 'no'. It wasn't my place. I never told him I didn't prep. I might have been fine, actually, just no way of really knowing. Still he never made the move to put cock to hole.
Too bad. His thick uncut cock would have stretched me out a bit. But he booted my ass while he jacked.
Soon I was back to sucking and soon he was delivering his load into my mouth.
He made me clean him up. But as soon as I was done, I was up and out the door, even securing my shorts and putting on my shirt in his hallway.
I made it down 16 flights, nodded to the doorman and headed back into the night air.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Fucked Across My Desk
It's happened before. It'll happen again.
My home office is ripe for taking cock. Bent over the desk, or on my back - legs up. It seems to work. It's a decent height for most guys.
I don't mind either way, but I would say percentage-wise I get bent over more. There is a certain anonymity to it all. That way, you're just a hole, not a human. There is something beautiful in that.
He's been over many times. Even written about. There is no game playing, no awkward intros. Any more, I might just leave my door unlocked for him and I'm stripped down and bent over by the time he walks in.
This last time, I was on my back. Last time we started with me bent over, but ended up on my back and it seemed to work much better on multiple levels.
Together, we play the race card / thing. I don't know how it came up, but it did and we've run with it. I don't feel nearly as odd doing it with him as I might with others. But it's been a rapport to which we've had to build up. It's not for everyone.
Still, he fucks really well. He knows how to make himself feel good while making me feel good. Not to say he's purposefully making me feel good, that's just a benefit. When he gets going, it can all be about him. But honestly, that's true of a lot of fuckers. They'll be in it for the mutual pleasure until a certain point - and then it's about them, it's about their cock, it's about unloading.
I love watching that threshold, as you never know where in the fuck it will happen - but it DOES happen.
The editing of the video could be a little better, but I only had the clips I had to work with, so you get what you get.
Enjoy.
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My home office is ripe for taking cock. Bent over the desk, or on my back - legs up. It seems to work. It's a decent height for most guys.
I don't mind either way, but I would say percentage-wise I get bent over more. There is a certain anonymity to it all. That way, you're just a hole, not a human. There is something beautiful in that.
He's been over many times. Even written about. There is no game playing, no awkward intros. Any more, I might just leave my door unlocked for him and I'm stripped down and bent over by the time he walks in.
This last time, I was on my back. Last time we started with me bent over, but ended up on my back and it seemed to work much better on multiple levels.
Together, we play the race card / thing. I don't know how it came up, but it did and we've run with it. I don't feel nearly as odd doing it with him as I might with others. But it's been a rapport to which we've had to build up. It's not for everyone.
Still, he fucks really well. He knows how to make himself feel good while making me feel good. Not to say he's purposefully making me feel good, that's just a benefit. When he gets going, it can all be about him. But honestly, that's true of a lot of fuckers. They'll be in it for the mutual pleasure until a certain point - and then it's about them, it's about their cock, it's about unloading.
I love watching that threshold, as you never know where in the fuck it will happen - but it DOES happen.
The editing of the video could be a little better, but I only had the clips I had to work with, so you get what you get.
Enjoy.
Black Breeding powered by XTube
Friday, September 11, 2015
The Friendly Skies
He contacted me on BBRT - always a good sign.
He was flying in around and to his hotel around 3p. The choice of hotel meant he was flying in more likely as part of a flight crew than someone coming to town for business or pleasure.
At 6'3", 220, beefy and not fat, he seemed to big to be a flight attendant, but you never know. By the time I got there, uniforms were hung up and he was out of the shower, door propped open. He had briefs on, but nothing else.
It was a gorgeous presentation. Shaved head. Goatee. Nice lump in his shorts.
The profile said "Huge" under cock size. I suppose it is all relative. It was nice, don't get me wrong. It was thick as fuck with a good sized head on it. But maybe about 7" long. It was formidable for sure, but I don't know I'd be bold enough to say "huge".
I dropped my shorts immediately. He dropped to his knees. This was a disappointment in a way. BBRT kind of mentioned what we were both into and him being a cocksucker wasn't one of those. But I went with it. He was good, he got me semi stiff, but we both know that wasn't what I was there for.
Him standing up and playing with my nipples got me the rest of the way up - and he noticed.
I hooked my fingers in his shorts and yanked them off. It was a nice site. Already you'd know that even as hard as the cock would get, the head would remain big and spongy. It is a nice combo.
I brought poppers, thinking I would need them just to relax from the size of him. But really it was nothing just some deep breathing couldn't handle. I used them, sure - but not to the extent I thought might be needed. They were mostly for "pleasure" than necessity.
He pushed me back on one of the beds. He ate my ass. Loved that. He did a good job. Not great, but good. We both knew it was time for the main event.
He had me on my back, but twisted a little to my left, my right leg way up in the air. Any protests of me claiming not to be able to take it vanished about 30 seconds after that. He was halfway in, looked right at me and sank the rest of his pole to the hilt. We both groaned deeply.
Then the fucking started - and he. was. great. at it.
The man is a seasoned pro. He knew how to move his hips, move his cock - the entire works. My ass felt it - all of it - but in a good way. I was full, I was on the border of pleasure and pain, which is a good zip code to reside. At least for me.
He pulled out, had me get on all fours for better leverage for him. Of course I complied.
He was rough going in - but I didn't complain. I didn't want or need to. He was boss right then and knew it. He fucked like a stud in heat. I loved it.
We took a break where I went back to his cock. He kept telling me how much he loved my ass, as he rubbed it. I have to say, that made me way to self-conscious. I know people have hang-ups about their own bodies, and I have mine. My arms aren't big enough. My chest isn't defined enough. And I don't think I have a great ass.
Many a men have told me they like it, but I automatically dismiss them as loons. But this is a guy who knows asses and bodies. He had a really good one. So I tried to take the compliment all the while trying to reevaluate how I think of my ass.
For a while we fucked with me laying flat on the bed. But then it was back on all fours.
I will give him this. He fucked hard and long. He wanted to go longer, but he got too close to the edge and couldn't pull back from the impending orgasm.
He buried himself in me and I just felt twitch after twitch. He just kept unloading into me, saying shit like, "take my fucking DNA". As if I had a choice. As if I wanted one.
What I loved is that he had no desire to pull out - again, talking about my ass. So many guys pull out so quickly afterward. But he let me milk his shaft with my muscles and didn't squirm about it like some girl.
He eventually slid out and then wanted me to cum. Drats. That was never MY plan.
He started playing with my nipples, which is a sure way to talk me into anything. So I stroked. And he talked. Dirtier than he had when he was fucking me.
He said how he'd like to see another guy fuck me. Maybe his husband. Going ass to mouth -and that his husband has a much bigger dick than he does and how he'd make me squirm, but I wouldn't be able to get away.
Again, he told me how nice my ass was and smacked it a little. I told him he could do better than that - and he picked up the strength. He leaned me over so he could have access to at least one cheek - and then he let me have it. I rolled over all the way, and he took turns on both of them.
After sitting up, he tested the waters by lightly smacking my face. I smirked a little and he hit much harder. He could have hauled off and really gone at it, but he wasn't sure and I wasn't giving him direction, as I wanted him to make the decisions.
Yes, these things were getting me hard. And they were getting HIM hard. Again.
He pushed me back. I was at the edge of the bed, my legs were up and he just buried his cock back in me. He fucked. But he smacked and he played with my tits. He told me how he'd like to see a few guys just take turns giving me their loads - that I'd go home with them........forever.
I jacked.
He grabbed my jaw and shook my head a little - and then played with my tits one last time.
I couldn't hold off. I didn't want to at this point. I started shooting. He was impressed, until he figured out I had just started shooting and then I came a fuck of a lot more and a fuck of a lot further.
He then slid out of my ass. Two fucks, but only one load.
That's ok.
I cleaned up in his hotel shower, as I was a fucking mess - though I'd have gladly left as is. He walked me down, as he wanted to grab something from the quick stop next door.
On the way down, he said, "you should have told me you were fucking nasty earlier". My reply was, "you found me on BBRT!".
He laughed. Asked my name and put me in his phone......for his next trip.
He was flying in around and to his hotel around 3p. The choice of hotel meant he was flying in more likely as part of a flight crew than someone coming to town for business or pleasure.
At 6'3", 220, beefy and not fat, he seemed to big to be a flight attendant, but you never know. By the time I got there, uniforms were hung up and he was out of the shower, door propped open. He had briefs on, but nothing else.
It was a gorgeous presentation. Shaved head. Goatee. Nice lump in his shorts.
The profile said "Huge" under cock size. I suppose it is all relative. It was nice, don't get me wrong. It was thick as fuck with a good sized head on it. But maybe about 7" long. It was formidable for sure, but I don't know I'd be bold enough to say "huge".
I dropped my shorts immediately. He dropped to his knees. This was a disappointment in a way. BBRT kind of mentioned what we were both into and him being a cocksucker wasn't one of those. But I went with it. He was good, he got me semi stiff, but we both know that wasn't what I was there for.
Him standing up and playing with my nipples got me the rest of the way up - and he noticed.
I hooked my fingers in his shorts and yanked them off. It was a nice site. Already you'd know that even as hard as the cock would get, the head would remain big and spongy. It is a nice combo.
I brought poppers, thinking I would need them just to relax from the size of him. But really it was nothing just some deep breathing couldn't handle. I used them, sure - but not to the extent I thought might be needed. They were mostly for "pleasure" than necessity.
He pushed me back on one of the beds. He ate my ass. Loved that. He did a good job. Not great, but good. We both knew it was time for the main event.
He had me on my back, but twisted a little to my left, my right leg way up in the air. Any protests of me claiming not to be able to take it vanished about 30 seconds after that. He was halfway in, looked right at me and sank the rest of his pole to the hilt. We both groaned deeply.
Then the fucking started - and he. was. great. at it.
The man is a seasoned pro. He knew how to move his hips, move his cock - the entire works. My ass felt it - all of it - but in a good way. I was full, I was on the border of pleasure and pain, which is a good zip code to reside. At least for me.
He pulled out, had me get on all fours for better leverage for him. Of course I complied.
He was rough going in - but I didn't complain. I didn't want or need to. He was boss right then and knew it. He fucked like a stud in heat. I loved it.
We took a break where I went back to his cock. He kept telling me how much he loved my ass, as he rubbed it. I have to say, that made me way to self-conscious. I know people have hang-ups about their own bodies, and I have mine. My arms aren't big enough. My chest isn't defined enough. And I don't think I have a great ass.
Many a men have told me they like it, but I automatically dismiss them as loons. But this is a guy who knows asses and bodies. He had a really good one. So I tried to take the compliment all the while trying to reevaluate how I think of my ass.
For a while we fucked with me laying flat on the bed. But then it was back on all fours.
I will give him this. He fucked hard and long. He wanted to go longer, but he got too close to the edge and couldn't pull back from the impending orgasm.
He buried himself in me and I just felt twitch after twitch. He just kept unloading into me, saying shit like, "take my fucking DNA". As if I had a choice. As if I wanted one.
What I loved is that he had no desire to pull out - again, talking about my ass. So many guys pull out so quickly afterward. But he let me milk his shaft with my muscles and didn't squirm about it like some girl.
He eventually slid out and then wanted me to cum. Drats. That was never MY plan.
He started playing with my nipples, which is a sure way to talk me into anything. So I stroked. And he talked. Dirtier than he had when he was fucking me.
He said how he'd like to see another guy fuck me. Maybe his husband. Going ass to mouth -and that his husband has a much bigger dick than he does and how he'd make me squirm, but I wouldn't be able to get away.
Again, he told me how nice my ass was and smacked it a little. I told him he could do better than that - and he picked up the strength. He leaned me over so he could have access to at least one cheek - and then he let me have it. I rolled over all the way, and he took turns on both of them.
After sitting up, he tested the waters by lightly smacking my face. I smirked a little and he hit much harder. He could have hauled off and really gone at it, but he wasn't sure and I wasn't giving him direction, as I wanted him to make the decisions.
Yes, these things were getting me hard. And they were getting HIM hard. Again.
He pushed me back. I was at the edge of the bed, my legs were up and he just buried his cock back in me. He fucked. But he smacked and he played with my tits. He told me how he'd like to see a few guys just take turns giving me their loads - that I'd go home with them........forever.
I jacked.
He grabbed my jaw and shook my head a little - and then played with my tits one last time.
I couldn't hold off. I didn't want to at this point. I started shooting. He was impressed, until he figured out I had just started shooting and then I came a fuck of a lot more and a fuck of a lot further.
He then slid out of my ass. Two fucks, but only one load.
That's ok.
I cleaned up in his hotel shower, as I was a fucking mess - though I'd have gladly left as is. He walked me down, as he wanted to grab something from the quick stop next door.
On the way down, he said, "you should have told me you were fucking nasty earlier". My reply was, "you found me on BBRT!".
He laughed. Asked my name and put me in his phone......for his next trip.
Sunday, September 06, 2015
All Man
We had tried hooking up before. I was looking for a dom man, he claimed to be one. But then timing just never worked out - lots of excuses, even after he said he'd be free. I assumed I was just jo material for some guy. And that was frustrating, because he presented himself where he'd be jo material for me!
He's a dad. He's ex-military. Nice, but not great body, as I'm sure he's been out of the service for 15 yrs or so. 45. About 6.5". Not sure what service he was in, but has the proverbial mouth of a sailor.
He started his text conversation off with:
"My dick would look good in your mouth".
Long story short............it did.
Felt good too.
It was a nice cock - not an off the charts great one. But you know with me, it's more about attitude than size. Don't get me wrong, size is nice, but this guy knew what he was doing. He was a fucking expert.
He met me at a park near his house. I suppose he wanted to check me out to see I'm not a total psycho. Still, looks can be deceiving. He barely gave me the once over before motioning me to follow him to his house, which turned out to be three doors down from the park. 9 wooded acres. I was hoping we'd play outside, but we went into the entryway to his house.
He told me to get on my knees. I didn't need to be told twice, mostly because that is what I came to do. Secondly, because he told me - not ask me.
The guy was all man about it. The perfect amount of letting me do my thing, forcing me to suck it, fucking my face and letting me take it deep. The verbal was better than good. Totally unscripted, nothing forced - he knew all the right words and his timing was impeccable.
He was a natural.
Oh, and he wanted me to lick his balls, which was fine, but I traveled south and ate his butthole. He loved that. It seems I haven't done that a lot lately, so I went at it with gusto.
He got me on my back, where he then fed me his cock, with my head to the floor. Loved that.
He threw me a little when he goes, "can I shoot on your face?"
Of course he could, but he had led up so much that he wanted to shoot it in my throat, not even let me taste his jizz, it took me by surprise. I barely had a chance to confirm he could when he shot all over my face.
It hit the beard, the cheeks, the head, the neck and yes, my eyes. And even my lips and open mouth. But I could feel it spray everywhere.
When he calmed down, he goes, "there's a dollop on the rug". I looked and behind me, past my head was a big glob of cum. I don't know what he thought - but I turned over and licked it right off the rug. Tongue extended, lapping his still warm sperm off his Oriental rug.
That made him retain his hard-on. This time, I got a second load out of him, just by sucking, though it didn't go right down my throat - I did get to taste it.
As I was getting myself back together again, he went to look at the rug. "Hey faggot, you did a nice job on the carpet - I don't even need to touch it up.".
We're scheduling a repeat.
He's a dad. He's ex-military. Nice, but not great body, as I'm sure he's been out of the service for 15 yrs or so. 45. About 6.5". Not sure what service he was in, but has the proverbial mouth of a sailor.
He started his text conversation off with:
"My dick would look good in your mouth".
Long story short............it did.
Felt good too.
It was a nice cock - not an off the charts great one. But you know with me, it's more about attitude than size. Don't get me wrong, size is nice, but this guy knew what he was doing. He was a fucking expert.
He met me at a park near his house. I suppose he wanted to check me out to see I'm not a total psycho. Still, looks can be deceiving. He barely gave me the once over before motioning me to follow him to his house, which turned out to be three doors down from the park. 9 wooded acres. I was hoping we'd play outside, but we went into the entryway to his house.
He told me to get on my knees. I didn't need to be told twice, mostly because that is what I came to do. Secondly, because he told me - not ask me.
The guy was all man about it. The perfect amount of letting me do my thing, forcing me to suck it, fucking my face and letting me take it deep. The verbal was better than good. Totally unscripted, nothing forced - he knew all the right words and his timing was impeccable.
He was a natural.
Oh, and he wanted me to lick his balls, which was fine, but I traveled south and ate his butthole. He loved that. It seems I haven't done that a lot lately, so I went at it with gusto.
He got me on my back, where he then fed me his cock, with my head to the floor. Loved that.
He threw me a little when he goes, "can I shoot on your face?"
Of course he could, but he had led up so much that he wanted to shoot it in my throat, not even let me taste his jizz, it took me by surprise. I barely had a chance to confirm he could when he shot all over my face.
It hit the beard, the cheeks, the head, the neck and yes, my eyes. And even my lips and open mouth. But I could feel it spray everywhere.
When he calmed down, he goes, "there's a dollop on the rug". I looked and behind me, past my head was a big glob of cum. I don't know what he thought - but I turned over and licked it right off the rug. Tongue extended, lapping his still warm sperm off his Oriental rug.
That made him retain his hard-on. This time, I got a second load out of him, just by sucking, though it didn't go right down my throat - I did get to taste it.
As I was getting myself back together again, he went to look at the rug. "Hey faggot, you did a nice job on the carpet - I don't even need to touch it up.".
We're scheduling a repeat.
Thursday, September 03, 2015
Recovery
I swear, the things I'll do for cock. It's almost shameful. Maybe you can even scratch the word 'almost' out of that last sentence.
He hit me up on Grindr. That probably should have been my first red flag. But he was decent looking - even good looking, but you know, it's a profile pic, so I took it with a grain of salt.
6'2" 180, black, nice body, and a really nice looking cock.
I mean, c'mon - that is a nice piece of meat.
It didn't hurt when he started off the conversation with "I'm a top". Well, that works for me, because I'm not. And he was a little more than a mile away.
Unfortunately, he wasn't from this part of the area and didn't know his way around. And the area which I live isn't that easy to get around, so it complicated matters. So the second red flag should have been me agreeing to go pick him up.
I'm never a taxi service for dick. This was literally a first. Hopefully a last.
He looked a little older than his pic when I swung by to get him. I don't think we were in the car for 30 seconds (of a 2 minute ride) when he brought up that he doesn't drive, he's in recovery and living in a half-way house for recovering addicts.
.....and that was the third flag.
Still, I figured, it would be a quick romp and he'd be gone. But it wasn't.
The man knows how to fuck. I mean, really knows how to fuck.
I will admit, sometimes I am in it for the quick scene - the load collection, if you will. This one I had to earn. Though I don't know how much earning I actually did, other than be pinned between him and a desk or the floor. That black slab putting it to me - for an hour. A continual hour. No breaks.
Well, one break. To get from the desk to the floor.
Quickly cumming was not in his wheelhouse. He liked to work for it. He'd hold off - even though I begged him to cum. And I begged. Especially after 30 minutes. The cock was not really tearing me apart - though I might have told him that. Guys like to hear that, no matter how big or small they are.
I've always been pretty honest in this blog, but let's face, it, there is a time in a long long long fuck, where you start to feel unsure of that is going on down there. I felt like he was about to strike oil - or had already done so.
He hadn't, but I didn't know that and wasn't sure of that. But there wasn't any stopping him.
I suppose I could have. At one point he even gave up - but due to my telling him he was tearing me apart. But he noticed that not only did I not move from my face-down position on the floor, but that my ass even raised up a bit.
I was the guy who said 'no' but didn't mean it. I'm probably bad for all the guys who say it and actually mean it - but leave the tops thinking, "yeah - he wants it".
Another 10 minutes and he was planting his seed up my ass.
Another 5 minutes and we were not only back in the car, but I was dropping him off where I picked him up.
He messaged me on Grindr with his email address. I erased it then blocked him.
He hit me up on Grindr. That probably should have been my first red flag. But he was decent looking - even good looking, but you know, it's a profile pic, so I took it with a grain of salt.
6'2" 180, black, nice body, and a really nice looking cock.
I mean, c'mon - that is a nice piece of meat.
It didn't hurt when he started off the conversation with "I'm a top". Well, that works for me, because I'm not. And he was a little more than a mile away.
Unfortunately, he wasn't from this part of the area and didn't know his way around. And the area which I live isn't that easy to get around, so it complicated matters. So the second red flag should have been me agreeing to go pick him up.
I'm never a taxi service for dick. This was literally a first. Hopefully a last.
He looked a little older than his pic when I swung by to get him. I don't think we were in the car for 30 seconds (of a 2 minute ride) when he brought up that he doesn't drive, he's in recovery and living in a half-way house for recovering addicts.
.....and that was the third flag.
Still, I figured, it would be a quick romp and he'd be gone. But it wasn't.
The man knows how to fuck. I mean, really knows how to fuck.
I will admit, sometimes I am in it for the quick scene - the load collection, if you will. This one I had to earn. Though I don't know how much earning I actually did, other than be pinned between him and a desk or the floor. That black slab putting it to me - for an hour. A continual hour. No breaks.
Well, one break. To get from the desk to the floor.
Quickly cumming was not in his wheelhouse. He liked to work for it. He'd hold off - even though I begged him to cum. And I begged. Especially after 30 minutes. The cock was not really tearing me apart - though I might have told him that. Guys like to hear that, no matter how big or small they are.
I've always been pretty honest in this blog, but let's face, it, there is a time in a long long long fuck, where you start to feel unsure of that is going on down there. I felt like he was about to strike oil - or had already done so.
He hadn't, but I didn't know that and wasn't sure of that. But there wasn't any stopping him.
I suppose I could have. At one point he even gave up - but due to my telling him he was tearing me apart. But he noticed that not only did I not move from my face-down position on the floor, but that my ass even raised up a bit.
I was the guy who said 'no' but didn't mean it. I'm probably bad for all the guys who say it and actually mean it - but leave the tops thinking, "yeah - he wants it".
Another 10 minutes and he was planting his seed up my ass.
Another 5 minutes and we were not only back in the car, but I was dropping him off where I picked him up.
He messaged me on Grindr with his email address. I erased it then blocked him.
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