Tuesday, November 27, 2007

BikeGuy - SuperGenius!

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Ok....I take very little stock in these on-line rating things. I put in URLs of people I know who are actually much better educated and written than my sex blog......and they get Elementary level or Junior High. Hell, even Andrew Sullivan and the Daily Kos are only High School level.

On the other hand - I don't write poorly and I'll take accolades anywhere I can find them.

Of course, this readership should take solice in that if you're reading and understanding anything I'm writing - you're at a Genius Level yourself.

Give yourself a big round of applause.

...and the way I see it, posting this buys me maybe a day or two to get another encounter written and up here for you all. I'll be doing some traveling over the next few week - and you know how I always come back with stories from those trips!

Sunday, November 25, 2007

On Boxers and Boxing

Never underestimate the power of the wedding ring.

Yeah - I love sucking off married guys - I am so easily drawn to them and for oh so many reasons. But have you ever put one on your own fingers even if you're not married and then gone to suck dick? Man! That thing works like a charm.

I'll backstory something very quickly. A about a decade ago, a friend of mine died and left me his old wedding ring. No real idea why and clearly no way to get an answer.

In the last few months, I've taken to wearing it now and again. So the last time I did happened to be when I went to an adult bookstore.....where I proceeded to take two really really nice dicks and loads.

Guy #1 was a married man - solid build. A guy you could see would be fat if he stopped working out even for a month or two. But because he did work out, he was just big and solid everywhere.

Going by his talk, he was attracted to me because I was also "married". As I sat there and he stood in front of me - then pushing my head to his crotch - he talked about how the week before he fucked some 26 yo woman while her 30 yo husband watched and then how the guys cleaned off his dick after he pulled out.

This guys dick was not that large, but he was enthusiastic and had a foul mouth - which as you all know, I'm a huge fan of. I kept my lips and nose buried at his zipper - as he never unbuckled his pants, nor did I attempt to. He had pushed me down there and I went willingly...and stayed there.

It warrants mentioning (again) that in these places, the doors have been taken off the booths, but at this particular establishment, no one seems to come around and check that there is 'one person per booth' or that nothing illicit isn't going on.

The lack of doors also allows for an audience. Though it could be said that I normally do not mind one, sometimes you just attract the trolls.....but hey, it comes with the territory.

While down there blowing Mr. Solid, I knew people came and went after taking a peak, but I couldn't really see them. Not only was my face in his crotch, but I had taken off my glasses to get that much closer to it. He also tried to shield our activity to those who took a gander at the activity.

So I knew something was different when at some point he turned toward the door giving full exposure to the guy who was there watching. All I could make out of him was he was young(ish), had a dress blue shirt on, along with a tie. And one of my mottos is: if they wanna watch, I'll give em a show.

Mr. Solid must have thought the same thing - as he took my head in his hands and held me while his hips pumped my face and soon thereafter, his load pumped into my mouth - along with all of the vocal theatrics that can come with it.

The spectator left as Mr. Solid got himself presentable to leave the booth and to drop the wisdom that he frequents the bookstore every Tuesday, later afternoon. I took it under advisement.

It should come as no shock that Guy #2 was the spectator with the tie. Slipping my glasses back on where I could actually see, he was something to see. Late 20s....maybe very early 30s. The blue shirt and tie, the very slicked hair made him certain to be in the area of sales. You know the kind of guy I'm talking about. Not only is his hair slick, but so is his personality. Cocky is another trait. This guy had that look from the word 'go'.

He was handsome in a blue collar gone white kind of way. A several times broken nose and a wrapped fist that made me think he was a pugilist of some sorts.

He walked right in without an invite and stood on the seat, as the ceilings here are very high. His cock was right at my mouth level when even I stood. He undid his suitpants only to expose something more interesting than his rock hard 6.5" upwardly curved dick: silk-like Spiderman boxers!
I have to say - this threw me more than the act of doing public sex. But oh well......

As he slipped his cock into my mouth he mentioned how hot he thought it was that I was not only sucking that guy - but how I swallowed his load......"just like you're gonna eat mine!". I nodded as best I could with him buried in me and both hands on my head - limiting any motion, let alone conversation.

He would readjust my head position so that his cock went deeper more easily. I was standing but my head was at a complete side angle and he just skull fucked me. During the face fuck he was all dirty talk. At one point saying "I bet your wife doesn't have one of these!" - as he referenced his own dick.

It took me a moment to what he meant about 'my wife', forgetting for a bit that I had the wedding ring on. I went with it shaking my head 'no'. He was totally getting off (at least partially) on having a married guy suck him. ....not unlike how I get off on sucking a married guy.

Some other guy was watching and he told him to get down and suck my big dick. The guy was not that attractive and not a good cocksucker either. But I know what my feeder was up to. He was calling the shots of what was going to go on - I appreciate that. After awhile I sent the bad cocksucker away though, telling not so mild mannered Peter Parker wannabe that he was a bad cocksucker. He laughed and went back to pushing his dick into my throat.

The man really put it to my mouth. No mercy on his part. He had a nut to lose and had found a willing cockwhore who at least to him, was married. And he was clearly getting off on fucking my face. That made two of us.

Like Mr. Solid, he unloaded vocally. I love that. He was so deep I didn't really taste it, but knew it was happening.

Afterward he insisted on taking my cellphone number - and there was no way I wasn't going to give it to him. But what he did next surprised me, leaned in for a kiss. He had the softest lips I had felt in a long time - not what I expected out of someone who looked and behaved so rough.

He then told me to go home and kiss my wife with his cum smell still in my mouth....and then he left.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

I Need A Win

....a sex win, that is.

My last few encounters have been so-so........as you've all read. And there are a few you have not read about.....yet. Here's just another one, or two....possibly three. All in my last long work trip.

1. Trucker Guy

Let's face it - the Over the Road trucker is a huge gay fantasy and one I fulfilled at the age of 16, but it is one that never diminishes. So when a trucker answered my craigslist ad and offered to drive 45 minutes into the city to give me his nine day load, I took him up on it.

It was a bust from the word go. Totally hard, I could not get my mouth to his dick due to his belly. Completely erect he had to be less than 4". It was no fun for me, and even in bad situations, I can fake it until one of us finishes and we call it a day. I could not be that generous with this guy.

I tried blowing him from multiple angles, but none of it was working. I couldn't believe he thought it was either - but I never asked. After about 20 minutes, I told him so and he took it well and dressed to leave. It has dashed my trucker dreams - at least for awhile.

2. Leather Jock

Again - a promising bloke who just didn't measure up to his ad or pics. He wasn't horrible by any means, but for answering an explicit ad spelling out that I wanted dick and cum - I ended up having to thwart his attempts to suck me or want me to fuck him up the ass.

I don't understand what possess guys to make the trek to someone's hotel room for a specific fact and think you're going to change the rules of everything you've read, along with an exchange of email messages. Like the leopard, I don't believe we change our spots - certainly not like that.

Needless to say, I DID get his load, but when he emailed back for repeats all his messages were promptly ignored.

3. Best of this Bunch

Again, someone who either cannot read (I requested ht/wt proportional), or someone who is nto aware of body mass index and what it means. I don't mean to sound cruel, but c'mon....we all have our likes, desires and turn-ons. Personality might trump a certain look if this were a relationship - it is not. It is unadulterated sex. I wanted what I wanted - nothing more, nothing less....especially the latter. I will always take more.

The guy had a better attitude than the other two....and a slightly bigger dick, but not by a lot. But he said the right things and with the right inflection, so I cut him some slack.

Not only did I milk one load from him, but two.

But things do have to change. Either my screening criteria has to be better or I'm going to have to get a stronger backbone when said trick(s) come a-knocking.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Bookstore Blahs

My travel has been a bit slower these last few weeks - so my adventures have been less frequent. Not to say I haven't had any.

On two separate days trip for work - driving ones - I knew of an adult bookstore I could stop at. One of those flat fee places where there was no dropping of quarters or tokens. Just endless movies in the booths that had no doors.

The problem was - there weren't endless guys. It was at end of work day, and I remember these places to be teeming with men on their way home who just wanted to find a way to dump a nut. What has happened to those days?

None of the guys there thrilled me, but this is not 'date' material. This is a way to get someone's nut or get mine off. Period.

On trip one, there were some guys just looking and not doing. It'd been a long day and the prospects for getting one of these guys was growing slim. Conversely, it was apparent that I could probably pick anyone I wanted to be the one to get me off.

As I was watching straight porn (ivariably and ironically, I find it hotter than gay), some guy loitered outside my booth. I gave him plenty to look at in a teasing manner: gripping myself through my suit pants......then rubbing. Eventually I started to slowly pull down my zipper....then it got to the point I was about to expose myself. The guy was totally mesmerized.

He stepped into the booth and I looked at my watch. I had been gone for 16+ hours and still had an hour drive home after I scooted out of the bookstore. I let him come in and even sink to his knees.

He was not the best looking guy, and rather heavy set. He did, however, have a really nice mouth. One that pretty easily took my 8" and made it feel good.

The combination of the mouth, my poppers, the movie and being watched from guys who would pass by, stop and stare really got me going. The fact that I had not gotten off in a number of days didn't hurt either.

I made sure he would take my load - and he nodded in the affirmative. And he lived up to his word. I blew a nice big load into his mouth and he swallowed it all.

My next trip wasn't as successful. Fewer guys. Uglier ones at that. One kid did come in and take me almost to the root. I still wanted to suck, but knew that wasn't going to happen.

The kid then wanted me to fuck him. I'm still iffy on this in places that have no doors on the booths....but he made it tempting. When I finally succumbed to needing to get my nut - and the ability to do it up an ass, the kid was too far gone.

I placed my pole at his hole and only started to press in when he blew his balls everywhere. Then immediately started to pull up his pants. I called him a 'fuckin' tease' and walked out and into another booth. He eventually found me and insisted he wasn't - but I was having none of it.

Another guy appeared later and liked my dick but wouldn't suck me or let me suck him without a rubber on.

As if!!!!!!