Sunday, July 18, 2021

P-town 4: No habla inglés

Fully vaccinated here.  I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary.  But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs.  While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. 

That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction.  Or sex, as it may be. 

In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty.  But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. 

Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.


The guy was hitting me up and disappearing. Or not responding. I didn't take him seriously or spend too much time on him over the few days this happened. I was not that invested, and clearly, neither was he. 

At best, his messages were stilted and he struggled with the language. It would turn out he was from Bolivia. Or maybe it was Bogata. It started with a B and wasn't Brazil. This much I retained. Then it just kind of came together. And he arrived on his bike about 10 minutes later. 

His profile pic was better than the real thing (shock!), but he still had an air of handsomeness about him - and the swarthyness of a man from South America. 

I usually don't show face shots here, but I see no downside here, even if someone points him to my blog. 

The eroticism and passion you want from a Latin man didn't happen here. Oh, he was fine. We tried communicating until we just decided it was better to have my mouth full. Honestly, I think he wanted his filled, but it was my vacation, my rental, my terms. And I was clear on that in our on-line exchange - - assuming he could read English. 

It was a brief event, but it fair. 

As you might expect, he had an uncut peen. It wasn't horribly large, but a little below average. But it worked. He was hard and he was in a rush. He had to go to the gym and then work. 

He insisted that I be on the bed, head back while he knelt beside me and fed me dick. So, that is exactly what we did. He did.  I did what I needed to so that he would feel satisfied. 

The load arrived quicker than I anticipated or wanted. I love the process of getting the guy off, but totally realize, some guys want to shoot and go. He was such a guy. 

In a heartbeat, he was up, pulling on his shorts and telling me in broken English he had to go. I wasn't stopping him. I had places to be, people to meet and possibly look for the next guy later on. 

P-town 3: the Perv

Fully vaccinated here.  I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary.  But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs.  While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. 

That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction.  Or sex, as it may be. 

In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty.  But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. 

Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order.


He wasn't exactly as advertised. But I was quite drunk and it was quite late, and I didn't have to go to him. So, instead of GrubHub, it was more like SchlubHub. And like anything when you've had a few to drink, it's not quite what you wanted, but it's what you got. 

Dude was about late 30s. Heavier set than he said. More tatts than I realized. Stank of heavy cigarette usage. Probably high too. 

A more sober me might not have looked all past that, but the drunk me did. 

No warm and fuzzies. This was sex only. Clothes off, we got right down to it. It didn't even need to start off with the prelim cocksucking to get him hard. He was there. 

He slathered the lube I had in a jar next to the bed onto his 6.5" upwards curved cock. He poked at my back door and pushed his way in. I moaned........loudly.  While P-town is tightly clustered in terms of residences, at the time, I had no neighbors and all the doors and windows were shut. But this was something I needed.........more than wanted. 

He had barely bottomed out in me when he asked/stated, but with seemingly impossible prior knowledge that I had been sexually abused as a child.  Granted, that is a 50/50 shot probably, and yes, I was in a younger-older forced on situation but I don't see it as 'sexual abuse'.  I know the law would. 

Truth be told, my first time, in retrospect is erotic to me. So I had no problem telling this guy. The more details he pressed for, the harder he was, the harder he fucked me. He was way into it. 

As it turns out, him asking me was probably just an excuse to tell me his first time tale(s), which kept him hard and kept him boning my ass. He too was younger who had an older (but not nearly as old as mine) guy take charge of a situation. 

I GET that not everyone's experiences are on the up and up. I totally get having sex with underage kids is in theory not a good idea, but fuck - I would probably personally thank each and every one of the men who used me when I was a kid. They helped me become me.  And I'm comfortable with that. 

This guy got it too. He was fucking me for all it was worth and he wasn't going to be quick about it. Sure eventually, it just became about the porking and not the stories. I was feeling the up curve with every inward thrust. At some point I knew I needed to get some rest, so I actively used my ass muscles to massage that shaft and to get him closer. And it worked. 

Soon enough, it was he making the noise to disturb the neighbors, had they been there. And then my ass as filling with his load. He didn't stay in my long. He slipped out - and then shortly after, slipped out of my airbnb.  I was ok with that. 

After that, I slipped into bed and got some shut eye. 

Sunday, July 11, 2021

P-town 2: Hispanic Dad

 Fully vaccinated here.  I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary.  But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs.  While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. 

That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction.  Or sex, as it may be. 

In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty.  But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. 

Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order. 


I was minding my own business (ha!) in the morning. I had gotten up and walked up to Commercial St. to grab some caffeine and something to eat. Oddly, the night before over-indulging with alcohol didn't set me back in terms of sleep, waking up and almost no hangover effects. 

It was sunny but chilly, yet I sat on the patio of Joe Coffee.  As my friends were feeling a little worse for the wear, no one joined me this morning, I was left with my own company. It turns out, at least to myself, I get bored easily with myself. So when people-watching wasn't enough, I fired up the apps. 

Most of the same people were on all the apps - all varying distances away, but none of them THAT far. I'd say no one was catching my eye, but the reality of it probably was - it was I catching no one else's ocular gaze.  Until............

Oscar wasn't far away. In his 50s (I'm guessing), 5'7", Hispanic, salt and pepper hair and beard, height-weight proportions and a 6.5" dick. Cut - which was the more surprising thing. I told him where I was,  what I was wearing and he showed up and plopped himself down at my table. He was handsome and interested, so I grabbed my now luke-warm tea and we headed the quarter mile back to my Airbnb. 

More than once on that walk he mentioned he had to meet his daughter in a while, or had to text her saying he was walking. I was unsure if she was 14 or 28. I assumed he didn't leave a minor on her own, but fuck, I've done a lot worse things for making a hook-up. 

There was zero pretense here. Pants went down. Shirts came off. I went to my knees. He sunk back into the sofa. My mouth went onto his cock......then down to the base. He moaned his appreciation. His cock responded to full hardness. But we both wanted more. 

Then it was off to the bedroom. 

On my back, legs up, just the way he wanted. 

Oscar was a quiet, respectful guy and a decent top man. 

He knew how to fuck, and that's what I wanted.  It wasn't a long fuck, but a good one. And there was no hesitation or question about shooting up my ass. 

We cleaned up, straightened up, we chatted. He mentioned how much he liked fucking my ass. I concurred. The talk got into specifics of how he like to bone butt. I told him how much I liked having it done and how tough Covid had been on all of us in terms of limited sex. 

He asked about any other encounters I had up in P-town. I told him of one. That's all it took. He pushed me back to the bedroom. 

Less formality than last time. I had only put on my underwear and a t-shirt. The former came down and off. He unzipped His 50 something year old cock was rock hard again and he just went to it. Bent over the bed he went to town on my ass, and using his own cum as lube.   ....and in a short 10 minutes later, he added to that lube. 

After that, he was off to see his daughter.  

What a perv!

Monday, July 05, 2021

P-town 1: Dom Dad

Fully vaccinated here.  I know it's not the end-all / be-all, so I still wear masks in public, wash accordingly and social distance as necessary.  But with Covid and work burn out, I went to Provincetown to meet some college friends - with all of us staying at separate airbnbs.  While all vaccinated as well, we were still keeping mind of no herd immunity. 

That all said, I was in P-town and had every intention of some kind of human interaction.  Or sex, as it may be. 

In early May, it was still considered off-season, and Covid still is keeping people away. And it was downright chilly - into the low 40s. With things closing at 8p, after dark, the streets were about 94% empty.  But that doesn't mean guys still didn't have needs. 

Starting off - I don't know how many parts this will have to this series. Some men will get a single entry. Others - might be lumped together. I can almost guarantee you they won't be in order. 


He was in his 60s - I'm guessing. Shaved head. Silver goatee, Tatts. Masculine as fuck. At least in his profile and in our brief exchanges.  He'd be over at 3p, he said. He was. 

He would look something like this......

He said to be naked. I wasn't.  On purpose. 

One: the neoprene shorts with the zipper down the back were hot.  Two: I liked the idea of him seeing them and eventually opening them to fuck, while they remained on.  Part of this would not happen. 

He arrived promptly at 3p.  I was mostly naked, on all fours, head on the sofa, ass to the door that he'd walk in. He was silent. Sure, I heard the door shut and lock, but nothing else. I don't know if he was undressing, admiring, judging, casing the joint or what. 

He stepped forward. Two solid WHACKS on my neoprene'd ass. He told me to take them off. So I did. 
He took a seat on the sofa, shirt on, pants off.  A good 7" cock in front of me, at eye level. 

As most men are, he was a contradiction in terms. In the same two minute time period my eyes should always be making eye contact with him; and then, always be looking at his cock. Either way I'd get hell - though I think he knew that and just wanted to keep a faggot in his place. 

That was his whole thing: degrading me; dehumanizing me. I'm not adverse to this line or behavior. 

He liked gagging me on his cock. I'm a good cocksucker, so some of the gags might have been for show. A few were actual ones. Those were more about his rapid piston face fucking. Either way, he felt good about himself as I gagged and had spittle. Oh, not that he showed it, but you know...........I think most guys are pleased with themselves on that front. 

Of course, I licked his balls, his taint and his pucker too. 

I between all of those things he kept asking for water. Cold. No ice. On the third trip I knew what he was up to. But as you've read, I've been experimenting with water sports, so I was ok. 

Words like "faggot", "cocksucker", "worthless" flowed from his mouth like a poet. A filthy pirate poet, but a poet nonetheless. 

He told me to stop moving my mouth and the piss started. I haven't played with it a lot and when I have it's always been fairly clear. This wasn't. I mean, I couldn't see it, but I could also tell it wasn't running clear. I kind of always assume people hydrate during the day, and as it goes along, their piss gets less and less yellow.  

Internally I gagged. Maybe externally too. He asked if I liked it, and that he was told it tasted like buttered popcorn. 

Ok - now I like buttered popcorn but the association / connotation at the time, really was off-putting. I had to stop, and thankfully he let me. 

I don't like saying 'no', 'stop', 'easier' during sex. So I was disappointed in myself, and it turns out so was he. 

There would be no fuck. There would be not actual return to a blow job. He jacked his cock, go close and told me to open up.  I did. I caught his cum. I swallowed. 

He hastily dressed and left without a word.  These things happen, right?  They can't all be winners. 

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Different Warehouse "Fun"

You're thinking you just read a warehouse story - and you would not be incorrect. But honest, this is a different one. 

Different warehouse. Different part of town. Different guy. The guy was even a different color. 

Guy from A4A had been hitting me up for well over a year. But it was 2020 and well..........that just wasn't happening, right? 

But last week it did, mostly because I was horny as fuck. And this guy wanted to fuck, badly. He asked if I had a rubber and responded that I did not. Honestly, I don't get why the tops think bottoms should be carrying all of this for them. If you wanna fucked wrapped, then bring the wrapping. 

Still, it was a non-conversation and he still claimed he wanted to "pound one out in me". And I was DTF. 

I was at work and could not host. He was at work, but could - if I was willing for a little risk and adventure. I think from these 850+ posts you know I am. And I was. 

Like the previous story, I found the entrance as told - and like the last the door was propped open.

I looked around but no one was there. I texted via A4A and he said he'd be right there.  And he was. 

The guy was younger looking than expected, though he said he was 32.  Maybe 160lb and 5'9"-ish.  Work shirt and vest on, plus a ballcap of some kind. 

There was to be zero foreplay. Time for him was of the essence. He unzipped his pants to show this - though this was not taken during the encounter. 

It filled out in length a little more but it was a solid 7.5" cock. 

He had asked me to bring lube and I just had what I had in my car which was a lotion-type substance that had a good portion of petroleum jelly in it. It's thick, but it smears nicely and when it warms up, it is slick. And if by chance he was wearing a rubber, it might compromise such a covering. 

I had already put a gob of it on my asshole while I was waiting for him. I reached into my work pants and put it right on my pucker. 

He had found us a dark(er) area of the warehouse to go. With little time to waste, I just unbuckled my pants and turned toward the painted cinderblock wall and pressed my hands firmly against those. He aimed his cock far too high on my crack, so I reached back and guided him to the entry point. He took over from there. 

The entry was fine, as was the slide up the hole. He moaned. I did too.....though internally. 

And this guy was all about race play. I'm fine with it too, though can't say I'd ever initiate it. He was all about pounding white pussy and his big n-cock. And his big n-load. 

I responded in "kind" and he didn't seem to mind. It actually spurred him on. If it's one thing I've learned in my decades of helping me lighten their sac is how to adapt person to person, scenario to scenario. 

He was methodical about the fuck, never varying tempo or insistency. To me, that was a shame. I like the change up. I like to know what the guy is thinking and feeling by the way he uses his hips and cock - the non-verbals. I wasn't getting any of that here - a read, that is. 

With all his talk about his load and my pussy, I expected something verbal with the orgasm. There'd be none of that. There was a slow down of the pumping and a slight sigh. I actually had to ask him if he was coming - which he confirmed. 

He went soft enough - soon enough - to just slide out of my ass. I pulled my pants, he his. He actually left first and texted me when the coast was clear. 

He's been bugging me ever since for another go-round.  I suspect it might happen eventually.

Sunday, June 20, 2021

Park Play

After I left the warehouse, I ventured east by about 30 blocks to a park of which I knew – or at least of which I've heard. I had stopped by once or twice and it was sketchy at best. But I had gotten some vague intel from someone who ventures there and I thought, what the fuck. Why not? 

The park is heavily – and I mean like 95/5 – minority visited. I assume if a white boy like me is there, they know why I’m there. And they would not be wrong. 

The park itself is about 180 degrees. A half moon shaped place. A road that doesn’t go fully around, so a lot of thee point turns goes on here.  It has a ball diamond or two, and some very abandoned tennis courts. My intel told me this is where the action takes place. Park – walk back to the tennis courts. It’s probably better at night, but this was only 5p. 

There were few cars, but I don’t know the normal activity. I sat for a few, assessed the area and then got out and took a little walk back to the courts. One is truly abandoned, with things in the fenced in area, strewn there. 

One heavyset white guy was roaming back there, but moved along. So it was just me. But shortly, a very thicc (yes, I spelled it that way) black guy got out of his SUV and started wandering over my way too. He was at least 6’, probably 200+lbs with the tightest, most fitted jeans I’d ever seen. So tight you’d never see a box on him. It would have trapped and pressed anything down.  Still, the form fitting clothing was hot. He was antsy and it showed. I was not and think I was being quite cool. He finally got me to follow him to a farther side that seemed empty but was not. 

He was quiet. Not a word. Not quite touching his crotch but close. My radar pricked up hoping this wasn’t entrapment. I finally spoke up. “You a cop?”. The answer was no. And then the pulled out his cock. 

It was nice and it wasn’t hard yet. Dark as night shaft with a pink head and foreskin. Honestly, I don’t see a lot of uncut black cocks. It was nice to hold, and started really firming up. Enough skin that it went back and forth nicely. I told him I’d love to sit on the bench and have him stand in front of me and feed me. He disappointed me by saying he wasn’t into oral, but I hoped that meant he wanted to fuck. Unfortunately, he quickly followed up with he was only looking to jack off with someone. Bummer. 

While I was ok watching that thick 7.5”, and the man working it, I wanted more. So verbal was the answer to exploration.  “I bet you’d be ok with jacking while you watched me suck someone else off”. His reply was great, “fuck yeah I would”. I said I’d suck off anyone if he wanted to watch. 

Almost on cue another black male wandered to the farther side of the same court. Far enough away I couldn’t make out a face, body type etc. The guy next to me said, "let me go check it out" and for me to wait. After leaving by a few yards, he turned and told me to follow. He must have seen enough. 

Sure enough, we get to the other end and the new guy has no pants on at all and stroked his 7”. The first guy must have seen that and taken it as a sign it was ok. 

As it turns out, this new guy wasn’t new at all to me. He’s fucked me in the past. A number of times. That said, we were both smart enough not to really say a thing. We acknowledged it with our eyes. I dropped to my knees to blow him, though we both knew this is not how it would end. Only guy #1 thought this would end with head – maybe. While down there, I unbuckled my pants and belt. 

Soon enough I stood up and let my pants fall to my ankles. “Let me see that hairy ass” came from the guy I knew. Of course I showed it to him. More surprisingly, guy #1 takes a tube of lube out of his already tight pants and squirts it on #2’s dick. I take a long hit of poppers and then I’m taking half the dick in my ass. He holds still for a second hit and then it’s buried to hilt. 

I loved how #1 was complicit in this fuck. 

I am facing outward able to see anyone who might approach, as no one can truly approach from behind us. They’re busy looking at black cock going in and out of my ass. They're talking - most likely about me - but I cannot hear what they're saying. I don't really care, as it really doesn't matter. 

The dick felt good.

I was pivoted so guy #1 was in front of me. And as much as I wanted to be spit roasted, it wasn't on the docket for me. He still wouldn't let me suck his dick and he stayed just out of reach. But he was pounding away. 

He was trying to time his ejaculation with the guy fucking my ass, but he couldn't hold back. "I can't hold it", escaped from his lips.  I told him to cum in my face, and he stepped up and shot. Gobs. 

What didn't land on my face, or open mouth (yes, some got in my mouth directly!) or shirt went on his hands. I don't think he would have fed me the spooge hanging off his fingers had I not asked. But I did....and he did. I cleaned off those fingers. 

The guy behind me by this time was shooting up my ass.  Double teamed. 

Both guys got themselves together well before I did. I was sitting butt to the ground while they walked away. I stuck around for a bit to see if anyone else wandered back to the courts, but it was not meant to be. 

I pulled up my pants, made sure any other facials shots were ingested and headed to my car. 

I'm sure I'll be back.

Monday, June 14, 2021

Warehouse "Fun"

It wasn’t exactly a bait and switch, but let’s say it was an oversell. 

The text via Adam4Adam came in as “Hungry?”. My reply: “constantly”. To be clear, my response was not the oversell, just a statement of truth. 

He went on about the warehouse in which he works and the privacy. He went on about him wanting his ass eaten and me telling him I’m THE guy for the job. He spoke of getting his cock sucked and taking a belt to my ass. This last part, I won’t lie, intrigued me. We agreed to meet and he didn’t flake. 

I had no stats on him, nor did I ask. This wasn’t a beauty pageant. It was me eating ass and getting belted in an alleged empty warehouse at the end of a business day. I was looking for a man to treat me like what I am. I didn’t quite find it. 

The door was propped open, like he stated. 

The warehouse was just that, but filled with small businesses per floor. I climbed to the top of the stairs and roamed part of the floor until he presented himself to me. Shirt pulled over his head, but not taken off. No pants. No shoes. Semi hard cock. He was lithe. Maybe 5’9”, 150. Maybe late 40s. It didn’t matter. Not really. The cock was not as big as in the pic, so he played with the angle when taking that. That didn’t matter either. Not really. 

He presented himself like this after we found each other. 

To me, it was an invitation to feast. So I did. I dug my face into his crack and my tongue into his hole. I let that tongue dance inside and outside his hole. He would reach behind and pull my head in deeper. Once or twice he lightly smacked the side of my face. Testing waters? I don’t know. 

I had him moaning and quivery. And jacking. I had to stop that last part as even a blind man could see he was getting himself too close and too early on. So I used my mouth on his balls and cock. 

Even then, he goes, do you want to load now, or later? I mean, fuck, I’ve been here five minutes. This isn’t a session. I told him not to touch his dick and I’d take care of it later. I went back to his ass. And I stood up and let him spit on my cock. He didn’t do anything with my dick but that’s ok too. That’s not what I was there for. And he’d play with my nipples, but he seemed to have no interest in fucking me. 

I went back to his ass, by sitting on the stairs and him bent forward. I went back to the buffet. But too soon he turned around and fed me his cock and tried to fuck my face. He was too close. He had no control. He was weak for someone who talked so dom. 

I looked up. Mouth open. But he controlled his cock and it was in his hands, not my mouth. It spewed into my mouth, on my lips, in my stache, on my cheek, on my shirt. As I said, he had no control. 

Mind you, being the pig I am, I still sat there feeding his ego and thanking him for this. I mean, I DID want the load…………eventually. 

And while I don’t really like being the pushing or instructive bottom, I came there under a different pretense. Was down still on the stairs, him standing above me. I had to tell him to hit me. He did. Kind of. I had to say, “harder”. And then again, with an instruct of “even harder”. He never quite made the connection. 

Then I had to mention the belt. As I had already told two buds I was having this done, I couldn’t tell them after the fact that it never occurred. The guy semi-reluctantly took the belt off his short which were somewhere on the floor, but he barely barely barely made contact. “I don’t want anyone in the building to hear”. UGH. So much for an empty warehouse. He tried his hand a few times, but failed to make a solid connection. 

I was through. I had a load in my face and mouth. He didn’t ask if I wanted to get off, and it’s ok because I didn’t. Again, not what this was about. I hiked up my own pants, buttoned my dress shirt and left – with that load partially coating my face. I wore it like a badge of honor. 

I already had an idea in my head of what was next anyways.

Saturday, March 20, 2021

Bookstore Shenanigans

A prologue:  I got my second Covid vaccine dose in early February, giving me six weeks for it to reach peak thresholds (hopefully).  That said, I still wear a mask everywhere and perform good hand hygiene. 

Just yesterday, I opted to take a half-day off of work. I haven't taken any time off in 2021 yet. Technically I didn't, as I work so far over 40 hours per week, I didn't even claim it as 'time off'. 

I was fully aware that my sex life has dwindled in the last year. I mean, most everyone's has, right? Full disclosure: I have been "seeing" one someone over the last year (and before that) as an outlet. For both of us. I haven't really written those stories, and some will be coming, but not all. 

Still, my truly piggy side has been dormant. And I have been frustrated. 

So, when I decided to take a partial day off, I did this with the intent of driving south about 40 miles to a bookstore / video arcade. While it probably is the closest one, it has a decent set up of two sides of booths. None with doors on them. And the shittiest porn playing ever. 

I'm not into tranny porn, but there is a lot of it showing in this blue collar town, so I'm guessing someone likes it. Your other choice was barely legal porn. sigh.  But let's be honest, it is just on for background noise or for some sad faux lure into a booth with a 'what are you watching' facade. I'm not sure the porn is even needed here. 

I paid my $16 to get in and immediately went to one of the restrooms to prep my butthole. It seemed I only needed one cleaning out. In retrospect, a second wouldn't have been a bad idea. Then I just headed into the dark dark hallway. I stood against a wall waiting for my eyes to adjust, as I watched silhouettes and shadowy figures transverse the hallway and the little side inlets that housed two booths each. 

Then I joined the dance. 

Peaking into each booth to see who, if anyone, was there. Trying to make out people as we passed in those inlets or in the hallway itself. Who might be interesting? Who might be interested? Usually, I have one crappy encounter and regret the trip.  There was nothing in the first side of booths, so I went to the other. 

The first guy I saw was nothing to look at facially. But this trip wasn't about that. He had a slender, but long cock. 8" easily. Nice head. He didn't stop me from going to my knees, I took off my glasses, put them and my poppers on the bench. And then I went down on him. 

His 8" slid easily down my throat. My face was buried in my crotch. While down there, a husky black man in blue sweats showed up and pulled out his cock. My head was pulled off the guyI was sucking and planted on the black dick.  He was maybe 6" but thick. He had some cheese around his head, which I didn't get to swipe away before forced to do down on him. After he was in, he took over. Telling me to 'fucking suck that black log!' and to choke on it.  And I did. I did for about 5 minutes before he shot in my mouth. I hadn't even swallowed before he was gone. 

Without a word, the other guy lifted me off my knees and turned me around. His back against the wall, I was turned towards the would-be door. He spit in his hand and bent me farther over. He pushed in, not so slowly, but his cock was tapered just enough that I took it with ease. He bottomed out even easier.  To get any leverage he had to push me forward a bit, which left my head hanging out the doorway entirely. Not that there was much mystery to what was going on before, but now, that was for certain. 

I know we had a crowd. Ones that would stick around for a bit, or ones that craned their necks and left. One guy was right in front of me and asked the guy if he could try the poppers. He took a hit and I tried to unzip his pants and got my hand slapped away. Though he did come back to say how awesome the popper were. I hadn't seen him due to my position - and he was gone again. Shortly after that, with a few harder poundings, the load that was in this guy's balls behind me was gone too - and right up my ass. 

"Clean it off".  So down to my knees I went and sucked him clean. And I'd have to clean. While I wasn't dirty dirty, I wasn't spotless either. But I did my job and he pulled up his sweats and walked out. Two down - one in each end. 

I sat for a few, but no one showed, though by this point anyone in this place who had been mobile had seen me. Back on the other side, the guy who tried my poppers wanted to know what they were. He was handsome as fuck in a very blue collar way. It took me a while to realize I sucked him 13-14 years ago - and wrote about it here!  He didn't seemingly remember me. 

I tried to lure him into a booth for a repeat, only semi-remembering what he was like. He stood in that inlet between the two booth doors and pointed to the floor. I had to come out in the hallway to suck him - for any, and all, to see. So I did. 

He is rough. This I started remembering early on. His cock isn't big, but his personality is, as is his cockiness. He'd hold me head and fuck my face. He'd hold my head against a wall and skullfuck me. I knew three guys were watching, but that was just from my peripheral vision. I knew his intent was to have as many see as possible. He was a bigger exhibitionist than I. I also realized he was doing this for show, not to share. 

One guy right there was egging him one, telling him to make me throat it. Telling him how I had throated his cock a number of times (later looking at him, this was a lie. I had never seen this guy or sucked his cock). My guy might have been listening, but not taking direction. He said he was already 10 minutes late for where he had to be, so then he shot a nice load into my mouth, slapped me hard across the face and was gone. All others watching quickly dispersed. Sorry none stepped up to the plate, but they're voyeurs that way. They're not doing this in a hallway. 

I had several failed attempts at other guys, but hit pay dirt with a married guy. He had a bandana mask on which added to his appeal (though I have to say, every guy was wearing a mask unless he was sucking - I kind of was proud of this group). He was in all black, lots of sweat wicking and lycra material. There wasn't even any sucking. He came into my booth and told me to stand up.  I did. He took out a good 7-8" dick

"Spit on it", so I did. It was to be the only lube I'd get. 

He pushed in with relative ease. His mouth to my ear, "how many loads you have up there".  I told him only one so far.  He replied, "yeah, it went in way too easy".  Then he proceeded to rail my ass for a good 10 minutes. A few guys stayed to watch, again, no takers in terms of my ass, but I did suck one at the door, nice thickness with an upward curve. All I could see is that he had on orange.  The guy in black knocked me up but good, hung around, after I licked him clean - still masked - to see if he could get me into trouble.  He couldn't.  Yet. 

I headed to a booth that had a guy who had a cock like a hydrant. Thick as fuck, but not as long. He sat there and I went and sucked him. He responded nicely, he had a few odors coming off him which I couldn't tell their origin - in location or from what. Still I kept going.  But all he really wanted was to be fucked for the first time ever - or so he claims.  I got off my knees and left. That was not what I was here for. 

There is a 'spa' here, that is really two bathroom stalls, two showers, two sinks and maybe a sauna. I walked back there and lo and behold, the guy in orange was there taking a piss with the stall door open. I came up behind him and told him what a great cock he had. He shut the stall door, I bent over the toilet and he fucked me. He had seen me take it before, so he knew. There were no words during. Not even sounds that weren't bodily. He grabbed me by the hips flooding my already filled guts with my third butt load. 

I was still horny. 

I opted for a walk around. I let a guy, who was without a doubt the hottest guy there, suck my dick a little. I wanted to like him so much more. He was clearly a fucking cocksucker but one whose tongue felt like that of a cat. So, that didn't last long. 

Sitting in a booth, I had a few guys stop in for sucking. By sucking, of course I meant I got my mouth abused. I could already feel my lips were swollen and starting to ache a bit. The guys who stopped in never really were looking to get off. The guy in the black, who had bred me, stopped by again. I sucked him for a little. When another guy popped in, he told the guy, "if you're looking to get rock hard, this is the guy (meaning me) who can do it". He opted not to. Guy in black moved on too. 

As I was thinking of changing sides again, I tried something else. With my pants already down, I just positioned myself with my ass to the door. And waited. It felt like forever, but it was probably 10-15 minutes before I felt a cock sliding next to my crack.  Sure some folks had come by and felt my ass, ran their hands on the cheek. 

Now there was a guy behind me and sliding his cock up my ass. I never looked back. I never talked to him. He never talked to me. There were some sounds but not many. I made a groan to make him feel like he was bigger than he was. I'm all for inflating the ego, if I can manipulate the situation to get a better fuck. 

He was ok. I'm guessing average sized at best - cockwise, that is. He had really good in and out motion. If he noticed other loads up there, clearly he didn't say a word. I don't know what lube he used to go in, or really if he needed any. But the fuck was 6-7 minutes long and I heard his huff-grunting, and his cock twitch. I knew what was happening.  #4 up the pooper was being deposited. Before he left, he patted my butt a few times, like you would a dog for doing a good job. The analogy stands. 

I was going to rest for a few. I sat on the booth bench and another guy was out in the inlet hallway. He motioned me out and onto the floor. The second one today that had me suck him in a more public way. I wasn't sure if he had noticed the first guy or if this was coincidence. But I did as told. 

I knelt. My pants were still down somewhat, so I played with my semi-hard dick. He stuck his in my mouth. He was big on me taking my time, "don't rush it". I sucked the head. I licked the underside. I tickled it all over with my tongue. He stiffened more than he already was. By now, my head was back against the back wall, his hands pressed against the same wall several feet above my head. That is when he took over. The taking of the time earlier had become more urgent, or at least insistent. My already aching lips were taking a beating. I could handle the cock in my mouth and throat with little issue, but I knew the lips would pay. 

This went on for a bit. He let one or two others take a turn, but we all knew he was the main event. I never even tasted the load. He pinned me against that wall, both hands grasping my head. I couldn't have gone anywhere if I wanted to, and trust me, I didn't want to.  The load was deposited directly into the throat and then directly to the belly. I got some face taps before he walked away. 

At this point, I really did need a few to myself. The traffic was decent for a Friday, now between 2p and 3p. I went back to the 'spa' and sat on a sofa for a few and then went back to the restroom area, just to splash a little water on my face. I never got to. 

The guy in black - the second fuck - wanted another go round. He was a good fuck the first time, and I wanted more, not just of him, just with dick up my ass. I dropped my pants and bent over the sink. Clearly, he slid in with no problem. He just started fucking with me leaning on the sink. Unfortunately, there were no mirrors where or it would have been super hot. 

As he's fucking away, a guy comes back, someone not seen before. Handsome, but in a farmer kind of way. Tight plaid shirt and the tightest Wrangler jeans I've ever seen. He literally came in to wash his hands and stumbled upon this. He stayed to watch. 

The two guys talked about me like I wasn't there. About how my ass felt. About how he should be next. He said, he'd like sloppy seconds. The guy in black said, "well you're too late for that, as he's had more than that".  "ALRIGHT", was the response. 

The man in black shot his second load in me, and by this time another guy came back and leaned against the wall just to watch. 

Plaid guy took out a beautiful 7 incher. Nicely thick, but with so many fucking veins it was a sight to see. And a thick thick head. That would have "worried" me a lot more if this wasn't going to be my sixth cock in 2.5 hours. 

He got behind me and took his place and slid in without a care. Again, talked about like I was a non-entity - which is exactly what I was, or wasn't - the guy love the experience and fought against cumming as he said he literally just walked in the door.  But he didn't stop fucking.  After a bit we all knew what was about to happen. 

I couldn't feel the load itself, but I felt every pulse of his shaft. It was great to behold. 

When he finally pulled out, he was a different guy. His congenial fuck demeanor took a different tone:  "Clean it off faggot".  So I squatted down - which was no doubt a mistake in my condition - and took his cock into my mouth. Even with a few loads up there and the clean out, I could still taste my ass. I was hoping not to, but this was just the trials and tribulations of being that aforementioned 'faggot'. 

"Polish the fucking knob" was the directive. So I did. 

Unbeknownst to me, while I was swinging on that dick and squatting some semen slipped out of my ass and onto the floor. The plaid shirt guy noticed and told me to clean it up. 

It never occurred to me that he meant with a paper towel - and he didn't. So he was amused that I knew to go down and lick it off the floor, as he straightened himself up.  "You also got some in your fucking underwear too", as he walked away 

He wasn't wrong. I put them on and decided to make my way home. Scum in my shorts and all.  It had dried by the time I got home. 

I did the math, at $16 to get in and 8 loads, I paid about $2/load. 

As you'd expect, it never occurred to me to even think about getting off, let alone doing it.

Tuesday, March 02, 2021


 I met the one guy again who works at the same organization. 

We have yet to be rejoined by the other guy, but that's ok. It's tough to coordinate three schedules and find a place in the complex to fit multiple dudes. 

The mainstay texts me and wants head. Says he's in need of a 20-30 minute blowjob. 

I love the idea. Of course, 20-30 minutes in a locked bathroom, at work, raises red flags to me for anyone who comes by more than once or twice, or who has to use those facilities. Naturally, those things are all internal and tell him I'll see him in a few. 

He's already there by the time I arrive. This location has a better bathroom, but it's on a busier corridor, so you have to get used to the noise. I lock the door. 

This guy is all about sitting on the can while I get on my knees. It's not about THE can, it's he likes sitting as opposed to standing. To each his own. I'm here to serve, not direct. Truth be told, being on my fucking knees in a bathroom is fucking erotic to me. I never check to see the status of the floor - I just go down as expected, as instructed. 

He's already pulled the string to his scrubs and he's sitting with those around his ankles. And then I go to town. 

I get down to business and work his dick with my mouth. More importantly, I go to work with my tongue. 

Any true cocksucker knows how to interpret his feeders responses to what they're doing and focus on that - to a degree. It's being told how to suck his cock without them ever having to say a word. This guy liked when I swirl my tongue - mostly around the head, but also as I go further down the shaft - or all the way down to the short hairs. 

It's not enough to just go up and down on his dick, bobbing like it's one of your first dicks. This guy, I'm assuming, has had a LOT of opportunities in his lifetime and taken many of them, so knows what he likes and has high expectations. 

Unfortunately, he also likes the use of hand. Again, to each his own, but as a cocksucker, I find that cheating. Cheating him out of my skills, cheating me out of self-worth as a dick-licker. I feel if I need a hand, I'm just bad at my "job".  With him, I don't use a hand until the very end. 

He was thoroughly enjoying the job I was doing - sans hand. 

This wasn't the slow worship session I think either of us wanted. And while he insinuated it, he didn't stop me from my 'working that cock' phase. 

I actually used the double swirl on him. Not just my tongue, but my mouth as well. 

You move the tongue circular around the shaft and / or head, and do the same with your entire mouth. While you can do these both in the same direction, and at the same time, his reaction when I did each in opposite directions had him mad with desire. 

His use of the word 'cocksucker' was frequent, complimentary and degrading at the same time, and rolled off his tongue with meaning and ease. 

I also noticed his breathing was very labored. His cock, very hard. All the signs were there. Right down to the tight grip on my head. 

He is nothing if not a huge shooter. Each time, the volume of jizz is amazing. Sometimes it might be bitter (not this time) but there is always a lot. 

I stayed on it until it was all gone. I even squeezed the shaft in case anything remained. I took it all, like a good boy. 

We straightened up (well, I just stood up, since I didn't even take out my own dick) and I mocked him - nicely:  "20-30 minutes!  Please!".   We were done in just over 10. 

.....and I never used my hands.  BikeGuy - for. the. win. 

Friday, February 26, 2021

Cum Drinking Pig

I feel the need to apologize again for the lack of posts.  Part is due to Covid, part is due to sheer laziness, if I'm being completely honest.  But I don't feel I'm done here, but I do have to pick up my game. 

Still, horniness is still prevalent - as it is with most men, even in a pandemic. It's not I haven't had outlets during this time, just far fewer and with mainly one guy. I'm still figuring how (or if) to write about those encounters. 

But I have been massively aroused lately. Series of text / sexts do nothing to quell that. 

It had a been a long work day and I was having back and forth texts, probably than with more one guy. But one guy gets this credit. 

You don't get the video because it shows a little too much of me, but screen caps are kind of the next best thing? 

That's right. I jacked off into an empty Starbucks glass and drank my own load.  On camera. And I sent it out. 

To be fair, I sent it out to more than one person. The guy in the text field got it originally, but I didn't deprive a few others from my pigginess. 

Now, to a degree, you get it too. 

.....and don't worry, a story or three are coming your way. 

Monday, January 25, 2021


 FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19.  Actually, it goes back a ways.  Two years, even !! Just catching up. 

He hit me up on one of the apps.  He was cute and Hispanic. And he was staying at a nearby high-end hotel. And he wanted me to come by. 

I would say he was in his 20s. 26 at most. 5'9" or so, proportional weight. And he was cute as fuck with untamed black hair and black eyes full of fire.  He had a decent dick, but nothing outstanding. 

The hotel was nice, the room was nice, though there were clothes everywhere. When I travel like this, I rarely even unpack the suitcase and just go in for what I need. As it turns out, some of these things were his brother's.  Allegedly, he could come back at any time. 

This intrigued me more than it deterred me. Meaning: it didn't deter me in the slightest but no worries, he never showed, which is a shame. I was happy to put on a show for the big brother. 

"Miguel" was versatile and I knew that going into this whole thing. I am also smart enough to know that he mostly wasn't going to be the top, but I was hoping to give him head.   .....and I did......and didn't. 

I mean, certainly, I have him head. Just not enough to get him off. 

He pulled me off and came at me with passion. Lips to lips.  I think he was trying to keep himself from coming because it was not to be the main event for him. 

The main event was to be my big white cock up his cute brown butthole.  Well, the skin was brown. The butthole, as it would turn out, was clean. 

Yeah, he sat on "daddy's" dick. He rode me and I fucked him. 

But then it was time to get down to brass tacks. 

I loved him played on the bed, getting railed by a perfect stranger - and of course, this is the moment I wish his brother walked in. Nothing to stop me, nothing to pretend that his brother didn't want it like this. And of course, having an audience is always fun for me. 

Alas, it did not happen. 

What did was, I loaded the kid up with my jizz. Toweled off and went home. And eventually, he went back to him home country.........just with something extra. 

Monday, December 21, 2020

I'm Back

It's been a while, right? 

I apologize for the absence. I don't think I have to tell many of you that 2020 has just bitten the big one in just about every way.

For a bit there, I was chugging along stories from the past and finally started catching up with any tale I wanted to tell. Covid hid hard - not me personally - but "activities" became scarce, if not non-existent. You already read that a few times I broke quarantine, and might have since, but they are few and far between. 

I have a few other experiences still tucked away to tell, so why not start now, right? 

This is, indeed, a break in Covid protocol. As you read last July, about my friend "Jack" directing me to do things for him. For me, but to please him.  He has dubbed me "office whore".  He had me go back and suck "Dave" from IT two more times.  He told me I'd be popular. 

And while Jack is busy as I have been with work, he liked hearing things from me, even when things are pandemic slow. But not long ago, I got pinged on an "app" from a guy within one of my buildings where I maintain an office. He wanted head. He shoots big and needed attention. He mentioned location. I said could be there in 10 minutes.  "Make it 5!". 

I was there in 5 

This was a one stall, bathroom with a lock. I went in. Texted I was in there. He arrived, Shut and locked the door. Both of us in masks, until I had to take mine off. 

The cock was ok, however unremarkable at 6". I wasn't sure it would get that large when we started, but it filled out. And I went to work. I went to town. He groaned, as much as he could in a space that is semi-private, but the intent was there. He also had a super strong grip on my head. 

If you read for content here, I don't like to use anything but my mouth. Hands are cheating, in my experience. But this guy insisted I use some hand motion. So I did. He loved it. He responded. He ended up fucking flooding my mouth.  I did what I was there for.  I texted him when I got back to my office. With my mask back on, the smell of his load was trapped and came back at me, making me continually inhale the scent of his jizz. He loved it. So did I. 

The guy texted back: 

Jaek wasn't wrong. I even texted him. 

Flash forward a week later and I get a text asking if I could be free at 5pm.  I could be, I told him. Deep down, I like to be gone from the office at 5p, but I know this is a calling. My life. His buddy would be joining him.  

I felt the anticipation as I heard the elevator ding as they arrived. Being the only one left on the floor, my door was open, so they knew where to go. They both came in, and shut the door. It automatically locks. 

The buddy was younger, and taller. Maybe 6'5". Bearish, but not quite there yet. It got right down to business. 

I have to guest chairs in front of my desk. Both dropped their pants and sat in them. The first guy just pointed to the floor. In my work pants, I just got on my knees and started on the new guy. The other guy had had me before, so I'm 90% sure I was talked about - including my skills. I thought it best just to start off showing him guy #1 wasn't wrong. 

I was only at it a little bit when I glanced up - cock still in mouth - to see these guys making out hard. This would continue for most of the session. I have nothing to back this up with, but I think the new guy was way into the married (to a woman) first guy. That said, he was coming back hard with the new guy.  

This is automatically erotic for me. Not that they're kissing. But that they're into each other, and I'm somewhat a non-entity. 

Sure, they're using my mouth to feel even get off. To a degree it's like I'm not even there. I cannot explain why this is such a turn-on for me. A non-verbal degradation, and yet I'm stiff as fuck in my pants. 

With a touch on my head or a finger point, I go back and forth between the two. Then it's back to Lookout Point for these two, while they go back to their necking. There isn't even talk about me, my skills. I wouldn't expect that to me, but about me between each other. Nope. Right now, I'm a utility. A service. I'm not a man. 

Knowing from the prior week, I use my hand on the original guy. He responds. His dick is even harder, if possible. He stops kissing enough to stiffen his entire body as he shoots his seed into my mouth. Obviously, I take it. I savor it. I swallow it. I milk whatever else I can from it as well. It's bitter. I don't care either. 

I'm directed back to the new guy. 

He too wants a helping hand. Damn. I feel like I'm failing as a cocksucker. But guys like what they like. 

This dude isn't too far behind either. His load isn't nearly as large, but it is tastier. I milk him too. 

Immediately, they pull up their pants and get themselves together. I get it. It's the end of the day, they want out of work, and they got what they came for. Literally. 

Soon, they are gone with just two loads of mixed jizz on my breath.  I text Jack. And he back. 

Pun was not intended. I don't think. 

Moments later I got a group text chain from the two I had just blown. 

....and then one again from the original guy. 

I shouldn't have needed this validation from either of them. I got the loads. Wasn't THAT the validation? I won't lie - I liked the affirmation. 

Saturday, August 15, 2020


 In his Scruff profile, his "What I'm Looking For" resided the answer: a deep throat. 

53, 5'10" 180 (or so said the profile). Real life might have had him 10lbs heavier, but not a deal breaker. He had a kind but masculine face. Almost too nice when he was talking. But when talking was over - he didn't seem as nice.  .....and I say that in the most positive way.

I'm sure he introduced himself, but I didn't retain it. He had a screen name that had HUNG in it, I did remember that. See? I know when something is important. 

He didn't come for chit chat, nor was that why he was invited. I cupped his clothed crotch in my hand and whatever shifting of his feet that had been happening came to a full stop. All attention was on this: his dick.

As it should be. 

I sunk to my knees in front of him and went to do my traditional gnawing of the crotch. Before I could start, he hoisted me up and led me closer to a wall.  The back of my head was now at the wall and his dick thighs.  Nowhere to go, not that I was planning on it. 

There would be no gnawing. He reached and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. And he was commando.

His cock was nice. Pushing a real eight inches. But it was the girth that was truly impressive. It won't show in the images, but it was thick. Choking hazard thick. I loved it. 

That said, wrapping my lips around it, at first, was fine. With prolonged periods of time, coupled with either sucking or being face fucked, I won't lie - was a struggle. Mind you, I was not - and am not - complaining. 

During all of this, I remembered his Scruff want: a deep throat.  I wanted to give that to him, though I now knew my impediments. 

All of this was now out of my control. After I had opened and he inserted, he was in control. Remember, I had nowhere to go. 

He started off ok, but the penetration became deeper, faster, and with more intensity. 

I have mentioned here before, there have been times I have faux gagged, just to make a guy feel good about his prowess and / or his size. This was not one of those times. Each and ever time I gagged it was for good reason. The man's battering ram was assaulting my mouth and throat. 

I know for a fact a time here and there he got scraped with my teeth. This did not deter him, slow him down, elicit an 'ouch' or a 'hey, watch the fucking teeth'. He just kept plugging away. 

I kid you not when I tell you I could feel him bruising my tonsils in the process. As time went on, they became exceedingly more and more tender. He needn't know this - not that I could say anything had I wanted. 

The word "cocksucker" passed his lips. Not often. Or not often enough, but the point was made. Of course, the point was made with his mini-firehose in my mouth, pushing into my throat, over and over again. 

I was drooling on his dick. I was drooling on the carpet. It's funny what penile assault will do to your salivary glands. I think a lesser faggot would have asked him to stop, try to push him away, or tried to get the cock out at least for a breather. I'm not that guy. I was there for a reason - his, and now mine. I was hellbent on finishing what I started. 

Turns out after almost 20 minutes, he got what he wanted. What he needed. What I needed. 

The semen flowed and shot, or so it seemed. He buried himself as far as he could. I know guys say they want to cum in your throat, but most do it in the mouth and it slides down into your gullet. This was not that. This was I knew he was cumming but not tasting it. This was, yes, you've got a horrible deviated septum but figure a fucking way to breathe or you're gonna choke. 

I reached up enough to pull my septum to the left opening up airflow. I don't even think he noticed. I don't think he cared. 

I did taste some of his slime as he pulled back out. And let's face it, I nursed it. I got a few drops out. I savored them. But I savored the entire experience. 

Internally, I felt like I did a half-assed job. I had a hard time keeping up. I struggled. I didn't feel like I succeeded, though he got everything he had wanted. 

I felt a little better as we got ourselves together and he went on about how hot that was and what a great cocksucker I was. His evaluation of my work was nice, but my self-eval was much harsher. 

I guess I should keep practicing, huh? 

Wednesday, August 05, 2020

...and Then There Were Two

I had hooked up with a man who had been messaging me for months. The name on the account had '2 Dads' in it. We hadn't gotten together as our schedules did not match. 

However, it was apparent from our messaging back and forth that he was dominant. Of course, I try to leave my profile pic to week out the bottoms - though it is very unsuccessful.  The image is a partial-faced me standing next to a sign that says 'Parking in the Rear'.  A second image is of my ass.  The latter one usually garners the initial response of 'nice ass'. 

....thank you!

So he kept trying. And eventually it happened. Probably in his mid 50s, 5'7"-ish, 160-ish. 6"-ish. He had the dom part down. Right up to his bedroom, right down to my knees. 

While I did blow him, it was about the fucking. 

He sent me a few shots like this after the fact. Honestly, I respect a man who secretly tapes me taking it up the ass. 

He did a good job pounding my butt, and of course, seeding it. I went to work with a gut full of man cum. 

On the way to go, he's telling me of his buddy - the other 'dad'.  He says I sucked him before. He said I said the other guy had a small dick. Maybe I did. I had no idea who he was talking about. But going down the stairs there were framed pictures on the wall of the guy who boned me and another guy - still didn't look familiar. 

Apparently the other guy is truly married, and to a woman.  Both responded to the app profile, so I was never sure to whom I was chatting. Guy 1 showed 2 the images and video he had taken and shared the experience of fucking me in tale form. I'm peaceful with that. 

Fast forward like 5 months later and I was asked back. Well several times I was asked, it was the first time we could arrange anything.  While running on time, I was told to 'hurry'. When I got there, guy #2 was in the house as well. I remembered him from the picture, but not anything in person. They were well on their way to nakedness, so I dropped my work clothes on the floor, and my knees soon joined them. 

For a bit I swapped back and forth between the two average cocks, usually at the direction of one or the other. Guy 2 gave direction, obviously, but was not overtly dominant. The scene and my mouth got him overly excited and he announced far too soon that he was going to cum. I caught it all. He liked that. He liked that I showed him the load before swallowing. 

I didn't want to direct the scene, but it looked like Guy 1 wanted me to polish him off.  I wanted fucked. So I led the conversation that way. I was on the bed in no time. Guy 2 took my phone for video. Here is a brief peek.

I'll give him this. He was a good director. He knew the angles and the shots he wanted.  Clearly he knew where to place secret cameras for the visuals he wanted. 

I got another nice hard pounding on all fours, then on my back. Alas, cumming in my ass was not to be. I was directed to my knees where I opened my mouth like a bird waiting to be fed. And fed I was. Big gobs of cum in my mouth, one landing on the side and dripping in my beard headed to my chin, but clinging tough. 

We got cleaned up and I opted to stay as is. Lube on my hole and all, which was just spit anyways. 

With the first guy in the bathroom, Guy 2 told me that I had something on my chin. I told him I knew and was keeping it there. He sneered. 

We all headed down and Guy 1 mentioned the cum on my face. Guy 2 answered for me. Both loved it. Then Guy 2 piped up again:  "we have a friend who would be interested in you".  My response is: "set it up. Whomever is here, I take care of. No questions asked."   

They both loved that answer - and now I wait. 

Monday, August 03, 2020


A rare non-sex post:  I know, right ???

So, I will be honest, I've been catching up on all my outstanding entries and getting decent hits, but wasn't feeling "the love".  From all of you, that is. 

It was odd. I had / have a good following (I mean, I think) but my comments just kind of dropped of. It was weird, not by a little, but 100% just stopped. 

Until this morning. 

BikeGuy13 might have it in the cocksucking, ass eating and buttfucking departments, but apparently, Blogger and attention to detail is still a mystery to me. 

I do not remember changing any settings, but lo and behold, this morning I found 218 comments that needed approval for posting. For some reason there is now a step in which I have to approve what people comment. And I get no notification of this. 

Now, there were 218, but mind you about 50 were ads about asian girls peeing on things. I deleted those and pushed the others through. 

While this is clearly on me, I won't say I didn't have my doubts of whether I should even continue this blog. But you've read my blog, I'm all about the need for validation, which is why I do what I do. That is, have sex, not write about - though let's face it, that's tied in too. 

So this morning before dawn, I read each comment and then had to go back and look to see on which post you were even commenting. Some go back two years!

I am so so sorry for not catching this earlier, or doubting all of you. 

Now onto finishing my next post. Check back in a day or two. 

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Eat and Drink

“Dave” works two floors above me. Before I relocated to this building, he managed an IT project of which I initiated. He wasn’t responsive in that regard and did marginal work at best. As with a lot of IT projects, all the coordination is done over phone, email or webex. We’d never met. Save for a shitty picture in his email bio, I had never seen him. To be fair, everyone’s pic in Outlook looks shitty. This was not a reflection on his looks. 

Flash forward a year or so and I’m in a new role at a new building. One that houses IT. I’m there a few weeks and get pinged on a ‘dating’ app from a guy who has a chest pic, but no face one. He’s less than 400 feet from me. As there is nothing around this building, it can only mean it is coming from inside the building. Unlike my last place that had over 10,000 folks in that building, this has less than 1,000. It’s not as easy to disappear. 

The app guy thinks he recognizes me and after a little back and forth, as you’ve already suspected…’s Dave. We actually meet to say ‘hi’, but he’s not my type. Still I don’t say that. He asks if I’d like to go out sometime. I mean, you’ve read me, I’m not the ‘date’ kind of guy. I politely decline and say I am kind of seeing someone. That is that. For a while. Now and then, I get a ping, never an email, to say ‘hi’ and he tries to gauge my interest….and no longer for dinner and dancing. I continue to deflect and defer. 

Not quite concurrently, but on an adjacent timeline, a long time friend and my relationship has taken quite a turn. “Jack” quite honestly, knows everything about me. We’ve known each other forever, and have had very candid conversations over the decades. Like I said, he knows everything about me. He knows about this blog. He knows about the stuff that doesn’t make it into this blog. He sees pictures and videos that you don’t. He reads this blog. He’s reading this too……I suspect. 

Somewhere 2-3 years or so ago, Jack, while physically distanced by 1,500 miles or so, made a comment via text about one of my blog entries. We chatted about it. He made suggestions of how I should serve men better. He inferred his own likes of how I should serve. He dropped the word, ‘boy’ in there once or twice. It was a change in our style. Not quite a subtle one, which he may already have known. He was testing me a bit – and we both knew it. 

...and I bit. 

The good and bad thing of having someone know so much about you is, they know the buttons. They know your weak spots. They know your desires. Jack had all of that in his back pocket. And he was starting to use it. 

Our random text conversations about our lives, work and families would eventually come around to “BikeGuy”. In each string, he’d wedge in things about my subservience and how I need to maximize that potential – most of them with explicit suggestions. Until this time, I don’t know I’d have ever taken Jack as a top, let alone a dom, but we all change over the years. Or we all get seen eventually for who we are. 

At one point, Jack asked if I had a pic of me in a collar. I said I’ve never had one on, he replied, “You would look great” (duh!). Then when I was telling him in detail about an affair I was (and am) having, he told me in no uncertainty that the guy should lock me down in chastity. 

Chastity to me is more slave than sub thing, but I get it. I rarely use my dick anyways. But like Hispanic kids anywhere in the U.S., I am not fond of being put in a cage. Even part of me. But more than once, Jack mentioned, HE would like to put me in a device. 

Often, more than I think I care to admit, he would have me rock hard. It is the benefit of knowing my triggers. 

So, as it happens, this last week Jack and I were conversing. We didn’t even start friendly, but more in a dom / sub manner. It went on and off for a good part of the day. Between on-going conversation and the Covid horniness my dick was rock hard. I was horned beyond belief. So the ping I got on the app now was fortuitous. 

In theory, and left to my own devices, I would not have followed through on this. I’m not sure I’d have even replied at all. But going with the moment and the on-going conversation, I took a screen shot and SMS’d it to Jack. 

Dave was invited down. He locked my door, my blinds already drawn. Whereas I’d normally fawn all over the feeder, this was not the case. I didn’t get on my knees. I didn’t gnaw at his crotch or bat his hands away from him own belt. I kind of chuckled to myself when he took off his work ID. 

I didn’t look up. I waited for him to undo his pants and take out his dick. It was exactly how I imagined. Slightly beefy but short. Short is kind of fine, but fucking trim your pubes. Most of them were longer than his cock. My first swipe of my mouth, I had no less than eight rogue hairs that ended up in said mouth. I’m not a fan of that. 

Still, I persevered, as I had marching orders. 

For him, it was a great blow job. For me, it was fair, at best. 

I’ve said it before, I love cum, but not necessarily a load collector. I love the art of extraction as much, if not more than the actual jizz. I like the process, the aural component, the body quaking, the trying to hold off even when they’re at the point of no return. This was not that. I was there for the load and to report back. Simple as that. 

I swiped up and down on his cock. I tried to avoid as much hair as possible. There was no verbal back and forth, nor did I want any. I didn’t even go to my knees. I sat in my desk chair for the entire process. I’d like to think, in Jack’s mind, there was a certain humiliation / dom satisfaction in making me do something I love and reducing it to a task. That kind of aroused me. 

Dave came. No noise, but given where we were, it is the way it should have been. I swallowed. It was a hefty sized load. It never occurred to me show it to him, like I do so many men before I ingest. 

I’ve honestly had men totally naked dress faster than it took Dave to pull up his pants and put his ID back around his neck. But he left with a smile, satisfied and knowingly on how I perform –and that I do perform. 

Jack was happy - for the moment - in my performance. In my responsiveness. In my submission. 

A day later, I got a message to that I was a good boy. And I should find private time to go and drink your own. I assumed he meant my load. He did not. 

Of course, he's read, and knows, my goal of learning how to drink a man's piss. You've read about that in this very blog yourself. 

I'm paraphrasing, but, "go down stairs, piss in a glass.............and drink it. 

I did as I was told. 

I videoed it and sent to him.  He was pleased. 

In a way, so was I.  

Though, it was semi-strong and had I not taken a break in chugging, I would have tolerated it better. On the video, I made a face. An involuntary reaction?  Maybe, but it was a start. 

He flexed his proverbial muscle and won.  He said we would have our old kind of discussions and relationship, but I'm not 100% of this. I'm not sure how we could. But time will tell. 

 For the record, this is the first time in 800+ posts that I have asked permission to write a story.