Friday, May 19, 2006

Pseudo 3 Way

Why 'pseudo' - you ask? Well b/c only two of us were physically there. Another was there on the phone - but the guy fucking me just didn't know it.

You can go back to some of my earlier posts to find a stories of contentious relationship (ok, 'relationship' is toooooo strong of word) I've had w/a an attorney. It's sex. No dating. Barely any talk. Just tongue on his hole. Tongue on his boots. Dick in my hole.

Actually, I'm fine w/a sex-n-go kind of thing. Why muddle it down w/the crap that is life?

To be honest, after one of my last posts on him, I was done w/him. I thought he was done w/me too - and I was wrong. I hate when that happens. After a few months of no contact, he emailed me out of the blue. I was telling a certain Sir in Chicago about it and we determined he was probably mind-fucking w/me. For weeks I'd get sporadic emails and no follow through. Indeed, I began to believe of and in the mind fuck.

Chicago Sir suggested I abstain from sex awhile back - to which I allude in my past two posts. But lately, he's been excited for me to pursue and obtain sexual contact that results in capturing the results of a man's orgasm. Yes - he wants me to take their sperm. I know - you're all shocked that I'd ever consider doing something hot! But what could I do? I was told to.

What you might be surprised at is when he told me to get the lawyer to fuck me again. If you go look back at some posts in February (?), after some weird melt-down I had, Chicago Sir and I decided to mind-fuck w/this guy ourselves. But now, all bets were off.

Two days ago, I fulfilled the wishes of the lawyer and my chicago 'friend' and hit the attorney's loft after work. But not w/out arrangements. Prior to entering I called Sir. With no words from me, I left the phone on. He wanted to hear our interaction. Who am I to say 'no'?

The plan between lawyer and me was that he wanted me to be vocal and nasty. The reality w/lawyer is he almost always changes his mind on the details of what he wants. Times he wanted to suck my dick - never happened. Times he wanted me to cum on his shoes and lick it off - never happened. A time he wanted ME to fuck HIM - didn't happen. But I figured the talking nasty thing would be a breeze. It didn't really happen.....which was a problem for my entire phone scenario.

I locked his door after entering and went to his living area. I was told to lick his boots (the ones I foolishly bought for him!). Well, it's hard to be vocal w/the tip of a cowboy boot in your mouth....or your tongue pressed to the sole or heel. And he wasn't doing anything but light moaning as he stroked his cock. I was highly aware that these sounds weren't getting through and I was boring the listener on the other end.

By the time he wanted to take it to the bedroom, I had an opportunity to see that the call had been dropped or he hung-up. I redailed and headed to the bedroom. There I got to lick his ass. I will say this about the lawyer - he's got a nice tasty hole to lick, eat or tongue fuck. He clearly loves it.

We speculate that attorney-boy is one big bottom except when it comes to me. He has bottom tendencies. Chicago Sir would have loved for me to seed him - but the reality is, I haven't fucked anyone (let alone to ejaculation) for at least 4 years. I'm just not cut out for that. Let's face it - I'm the fuckee.

I was trying to be more vocal about my ass eating. He was vocal too - just face in the mattress. So I'm sure not picked-up by my Treo.

After a long annilingus session, he wanted me back in the hallway to fuck me. And fuck me he did. Hard - but not nearly long enough. Is it ever? I tried talking nasty. He told me to keep my mouth he usually does. And not only not following through on his plan (again), but thwarting our little plotting so a man in another state could hear me get bred.

Lawyer-boy did announce that he was going to shoot - something he's never done. I told him to make me feel it. I do love the way his cock pumps and I can feel every throb of his blood vessels.

As usual, after he pulls out - before I can even straighten up (let alone pull pants up) he is tucked away and walking away. This time saying - 'you know where the door is'.

I reached the outter hall and saw that Sir was still on the line. I waited to get outside to talk to him. He had heard almost nothing at boot-licking time, but heard some stuff while ass eating and butt fucking time. To be honest, being right there and I could sometimes barely make out what the lawyer was saying.

But he emailed me the next morning he admonished me for not thanking him for the fuck. As always, he wanted it both thanking for him and not being allowed to talk. He mentioned I was tighter than I had been (it had been months..........for him) and it was the best fuck he's had in awhile. BINGO for me!

....then he wanted to know when I would take his load again.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

In w/a Bang (pt 2 of 2)

So go figure......after one old man load and one regular man load (one end each, respectively), I wasn't satisfied. Or maybe I was physically, but such is the life of the addict. It's not about what you get or have - it's about what's still out there to be had.

The day was winding down - the folks who were actually using the park for what the law considers legitimate behaviour were thinning out. The ones hanging around were perverts like me. Ok....maybe they weren't perverts - but it's unmistakable that I probably would fall into that bucket.

I backtracked to one part of the park that had a truck in the lot. Making my way back to the woods another car pulled in the lot. In the woods, the truck must have had a family who was fishing. Deftly avoiding them, I went deeper into the trails. The other guy followed. He was ok. 6', 200 lbs. A little wimpy....but whatta gonna do?

His dick was a little small to begin with - but it was a grower. A good sized thickness at that. He was a little too passive for me. He let me suck but could not commit to anything unless I demanded it. Can you be a bottom and still be a feeder? It seemed so wrong. But I got a load out of him using my mouth. He pulled back to soon and some squirted in my goatee. The hottest part was that he lapped it clean. Fuckin pig! :)

As I headed back to through the woods, thinking that I was done for the day, I heard the fishing family leave. So I decided to hang back and let them vacate. Glad I did too. When I looked up, there was a decent looking guy coming down the path. A little out of sorts for this type of cruising - nice shirt, decent pants and shoes along w/a euro pair of eyeglasses. Personally, I dress like I'm hiking the woods - just in case. I could be 'birding' or whatever (ok, I don't bring binoculars, but........), but this guy is trekking thru the woods for sex. Plain and simple.

As he approaches and passes me he gropes himself. A good sign. But he's not savvy enough to move deeper out of site of anyone who might approach from any direction. I had to take the lead there. Take it down an off-path and there were were. In no time, he was on his knees, unbuttoning my jeans and taking out my dick. He had a good mouth. An experienced mouth. Wet and sloppy plus those noises some guys make as they GULP the cock. Intake of air, saliva and eating all at once.

After a few he stood up and I went down on his 7". Thin, but nice. He told me he had a big load and I asked him what he wanted to do w/it. W/out hesitating, he said 'plant it up your ass'. I winked at him and went down on his cock. I got it nice and slimey w/my spit. Ribbons of white, bubbly spit.

I proceeded to stand up and drop my 501s to my knees. Again, w/the not being able to find the hole. I guided him to the entry of love (HA!) and in he went. No ceremony. No finesse. Just to the balls. I'm a man, I could handle it.

I'm not sure if he could, but I saw a guy approaching. I've seen him before and knew he was ok. Maybe not cool, but ok. An odd-ish sort. He's back in the woods often, and always w/something in a coffee cup. He exudes hotness, never wants to play - but now and again can be swayed into watching. He's got a wedding ring on (not that means a fuckin' thing), so I'm not sure what his story is. (see my 10/31/05 post) I don't care - I don't mind being watched.

I tell the fucker that there is someone coming, but he's cool and to keep going. He never breaks stride The guy w/the travel-mug is about 8 ft away and staring intently - as most guys who come upon fucking will do. Creatures of habit we all are, as a gender. Driven by sex and/or the idea of sex.

Travel-mug guy inches a little closer. I love that he doesn't rub himself or anything. It's like he's a birder - watching nature, taking it all in. How animals act, their mating calls, their mating habits - the works. I love watching guys who are watching me too. It's almost like sometimes the person I'm having sex w/is secondary.....or is that tertiary?

I'm broken out of my mode of travel-mug guy by the man fucking me. He is close and we all know it - but I have to state the obvious to the guy watching. "He's gonna shoot in me!". Travel-mug guy just grins and says 'oh yeah'. The fucking guy just buries himself deep and silently dumps his seed.

As he coming off his orgasm, travel-mug guy just gives a thumbs up and walks back down the path. The fucker-guy can't get out of there any quicker too....but takes off down another path.

Me? I just pull my 501s on, button up and head home. ....and txt message a man to tell him what I've just done.

Monday, May 08, 2006

In w/a Bang (pt 1)

I know I vowed to write past experiences when I wasn't having new ones - but I've been lax. I've also been quiet on the current sexual front. Partly due to the way things shake out - and mostly due to a self-imposed moratorium on sex. Well, not so much self-imposed as highly suggested by a man who wanted me to abstain. Not out of love. Out of control.

Luckily this last week, he approved me to do something about this no-sex predicament. And thank g-d!

But as luck would have it - Friday and Saturday were pretty much bust. A few nibbles and the guys just never came through. Unfortunate it was. Saturday I even cruised the parks to no avail. Mind you these parks are 30 miles away - and I was going back and forth. ...and w/gas prices the way they are, it maybe have been cheaper just to get a hustler.

Sunday however was a different story. Weather was pretty, but cool. I had to hit a few parks a few different times to actually strike paydirt. But strike I did. Four times, plus more misses.

The woods were crawling w/icky predator types - though fuck, I might have to lump myself into that category. Many guys were easily rejectable, even by anyone's standards, but their own. But I was getting frustrated and actually followed an older guy deep down a path. I'm guessing he was late 60s. Rough and weathered look. He had his cock out by the time I reached him. It was decent enough. 7" of the smoothest skin on a shaft I've seen in awhile. He had trouble keeping it up - most likely to dilated blood vessels from a lifetime of smoking (he chain smoked while I sucked him!) and his age. But I got a load out of him - but not before being spyed on by a guy who was sitting in a jeep before I hit the woods.

The old man took off immediately - which was fine. I went into the woods hoping the Jeep guy would follow. He just took too long. But he was here now. Great face, but a little hefty. No problem. Sweat shirt w/shorts. I was still in my position of sitting on a log when he approached. NICE cock. Almost 8". I sucked him for awhile but he spooked easily and took off. Damn!

A move to a different area of the park got me my first fuck (yeah, you heard me, my first one!). I was parking the car when a guy came out of the woods. I pegged him immediately as a cocksucker, but I also know I have a way of getting what I want/need. He looked right at me and w/a slight nod no one else would have ever seen (except the experienced cruiser) I knew he was game. Oh - the slightest lick of the lips didn't hurt either. I started down the path - and like a good boy, he followed. DEEP into the woods w/this one. After stopping in a matter of minutes our dicks were out. He was on his knees almost talking me all the way down. I tried to encourage him - and he tried desperately to succeed. He almost made it. But it did feel good.

Getting a good look at him - he had a nice runners body. Receding blonde hair....and the face somewhat of Josh Lucas. I do not say that lightly. He also had a rock solid, thick 7.5" cock w/a heavy duty metal cockring. He came prepared. I felt I could talk dirty to him and not scare him. I was right. We made out a bit. He played w/my nipples. I told him to stop b/c that just wants me to bend over for a guy. He didn't stop. I asked him if he knew what he was doing and he just smiled.

Ryan (this guy's name I found out after we were done) wanted to eat my ass. I hadn't' showered since Saturday morning, so I was ripe....and a bit dirty. He's a grown boy, he'd be able to detect that soon enough. I bent over a fallen tree and let him have at it. And he was GOOD at it. There is an art to truly being able to eat an ass well. The guy had experience. And he certainly didn't object to my cleanliness issue(s). Good boy.

Soon enough, still in that position, I felt his cock at the hole. Not sure what it is about me that guys can't find it w/out my intervention. Too high. Too low. Where is fuckin Goldilocks? But after he found the hole he put it in. Here he was a little timid. Only partially in. And afraid he'd hurt me. Please!

I pushed back onto him and told him to start fucking. He asked if I was hurting him and though I would have liked to help his ego on how big he thought he was, I didn't have time for that. I told him 'no' and to fuck me harder! It was harder, but not hard. No time to train someone out in the woods on how to top an ass. He didn't last long. Maybe 10 minutes. I just felt him stiffen and stifle a grunt.

More making out. Or me grabbing his hair and pulling him to me. He wasn't unreceptive. I asked if he was all done. He said his stamina didn't allow for another go. I told him - I didn't care about his cock, but what about MINE? He told me I was a dirty man and I agreed. He went to his knees. Now, I had no intention of cumming. In fact I had been told NOT to. And as I've posted here before, it's been weeks since I've cum last. I continue my moratorium on jacking off. I could have though. Cum in his mouth, that is.

But to take the pressure off him, I guess I could have said I couldn't get off - but I didn't. I started talking how when I came I wanted him to take it all. He mentioned he rarely did that. I looked at him and told him I took his load...............IN MY ASS. He nodded and went back to it.

Then I mentioned I shoot huge. Cock in mouth, he looked up at me. I told him I hadn't shot for over a month. His response, "yeah, right!" I looked right back at him in all seriousness - "yeah....RIGHT!". I then told him I don't waste my load by jacking off and I don't waste my load at all. That is why I want YOU to take it. He said he'd 'try'. I said trying wasn't good enough. All or nothing. He opted for nothing.

In my own twisted way I let him feel he was in control of the entire situation. In reality, except for following me back into the wood, he was in none of it.

He got off his knees and pulled up his shorts. There were leaves stuck to them. As I walked away, I told him to brush them off his pants - he looked like a cocksucker.