Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Snow Day

I was 16 and had been having intermittent relations with a man in his late 30s.

Like any 16 year old, I not only became obsessed with sex – now that I had experienced it – but with the attention of a real man. I knew what I was and in a world of non-acceptance in the high school world (and really – the entire world), that a grown man would not only take interest in me, but fulfill the sexual parts too.

Obsessed might be a strong word….but I was more than interested. And I was more interested than he was. He probably had multiple outlets. I didn’t. Not yet.

I’m sure I called at inappropriate times and once or twice, stopped by when not invited. Risky for sure – but I was a boy high on hormones. They don’t think with reason or logic. ….much like any man who has SEX on the brain.

One day, in bad weather like it is today, I attempted to get to his house and almost made it. His driveway was steep and unpaved. I got my parents car stuck in it, but only about 1/3 of the way up. And he wasn’t home.

A quick call to him later and he was there and had a friend push me out. You think that would have been the end of it and he would have dismissed me right then and there. And he probably should have. I probably was too annoying to let him.

He took me into his house and let me have it – verbally. But then he let me have it – anally.

Whatever aggression he had for being called out of work, and to have a friend assist a teenager, he worked out on me…and in me. He had me all over his house in various positions pounding me at his will. This was no longer about me – yet totally about me. And totally for him.

He called me every name in the book and told me how incredibly stupid I was (which probably stung more than the names) – while never letting up with his fucking.

He unloaded deep in my gut – as he had in the past. But this time with a little more vengeance than he had previously.

Though I’m sure he already knew it during this fuck – it was the last time he’d use me in any way, shape or form. I didn’t. But I was about to move on in my sexual escapades – finding more parks, bookstores, theatres and bars.

It turns out lots of older men liked teenagers.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

"Clean Up on Aisle 3"

Still no hook-ups....but not to worry, I'm traveling next week and will almost assuredly get laid one way or the other. Hopefully multiple times.

Overheard today at an adult video store (no arcade):

Clerk: Tom! When are you going to get Treasure Island's SPERM BANK (capped for how his voice went up in volume!) in. This guy is looking for a copy!!

My g-d, it was like a bad sitcom line - "price check on extra small condoms" - or something like that.

Unfortunately, the guy attempting to purchase the movie was me.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


No...............no sex update. February has been as dry as January was cummy. It has been all work and no play for BikeGuy. Crud!

The updates to which I speak are my links and such. I've cleaned up the blogs that are inactive, deactivated or just bland (my opinion of course). But I've also added blogs I read that I have been too lazy to link to.

I am sure I am missing folks who read me and link me. Give me a shout-out if this is the case. We'll see what we can do to get you up there.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008


…..that is the best way I can describe the sound of his dick as it dropped from his fly.

Yesterday, I came across (not literally) one of the densest pricks I have ever seen, touched or fellated.

I was in the adult video arcade I’ve referenced here lately, just looking to provide (and be provided) some late afternoon relief. Luckily this time, there were a few more people in the establishment besides myself. Unluckily, even with these folks, there were still people I wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, let alone my 8” one.

But I did sit down to see a “movie” when someone decided to occupy the booth across from mine. Since there are no doors on any of these booths, obviously it is easy to gaze into each other’s temporary residence.

As I leaned forward to peer across the way, I found him doing the same. He was in his 30s, and either of mixed race or a latin or Italian kind of man. Dark hair and moustache, but dressed in a casual shirt, jeans and some kind of cap – of a non-sports team.

When I looked back again a few minutes later, he had taken out his cock and it was a beauty – even from the 4-5’ away that I was.

It took him awhile, but I finally got him to walk over and come into my booth. He was clearly afraid of people seeing him, but when you play at those places, it is just part of the deal. Granted, it is rarely the fun or attractive guys who watch, but usually the ones who are most likely on some sexual predator list. I am fully aware that in time, I will probably be one of ‘those guys’.

I unzipped his fly and reached into take it out. It is then I first encountered, ‘the THUD’. It was not erect and it flopped down with the weight of a pallet of bricks. Very impressive.

He made no move to stop me when I took his penis in my mouth. But let's face it - they rarely do. The shaft was heavy in my mouth and on my tongue. I did good by it, but he wanted to go down on me.


Yes, taking his cock out of my mouth and it dropping elicited the same sound as when extracted it from his pants. I couldn't help put play with it for a bit. Hefting it up - weighing it - letting it fall.


The guy did want to blow me. Or try to. If I wasn't one of his first, he wasn't good at it, but I think he was just inexperienced and actually unenthusiastic. Soon enough we switched places.

More weighing of his dick with my hands before putting it back in my mouth. Filling my mouth. His 8.5 thick inches easily filled my mouth - not that I couldn't take it all. I could. I did. ....then I'd pull back and go down again.......and again......and again.

The feeder liked it and said so. And I was doing something right because sooner than I wanted, he had to cum. He said so. But he also either thought I didn't want it in my mouth or he didn't want it in my mouth. I'm guessing on the former.

He made a half-hearted attempt to pull out and turn away so he could unload his semen. My mouth went with him - never letting him get free. He stopped turning and moving when he knew he could not hold back any longer and his jets hit my tongue and started flooding my mouth.

Like his dick - the load was heavy and thick. I took it all in. All the way in.

As it is with many of these guys - he beat a path out of there as soon as he could tuck himself back into his dungarees.

Since I accomplished the first part of my plan, it was time to enact the next part. I'll cut to the chase: I was unsuccessful. I might be a snob, but I wasn't giving my cock and load away to just anyone. And I didn't.

I had one taker who actually had a very soft and warm mouth. But he wanted the load on his face. He didn't really know what he was saying. He didn't know me or my loads. He would have had nowhere to wash up and trust me - I'm not bragging or boasting - but I I would have coated his face. Yes, it was an 8 day load, but I could do it on a 2 day one as well.

But I was not about to waste my sperm that way. I tucked my cock back into my suit and walked out.........of the booth and of the store.