Tuesday, December 29, 2009
A few months ago was the last time I had sex with the Ass Eater. We tried hooking up, but our schedules never meshed. They finally did yesterday.
Now instead of 10 minutes away, he's 30, but I went anyway. I like being on a roll.
When I went in, he took me upstairs and directly into the bathroom. He wanted me to unzip my suit and piss in his mouth so he could drink it. I have no issue in doing such a thing, though I can't say watersports are at the top of my list, but I also wasn't truly prepared. I couldn't pull it off. I couldn't get a stream going. It didn't help that he had his great mouth on my dick and was making me hard while still trying to get my urine.
Out to the bedroom we went for some ass eating. I stripped off the suit, except for my briefs. I made him munch on my hole through the briefs. I've never had that done before - and it actually felt extremely erotic. Even more so when he pulled that small patch of cotton to the side to lap at my hole. Nicely done.
Soon, the briefs were off completely and his mouth was at my hole and crack....and balls and dick.......and eventually my taint. I still love having the taint lapped at. A feeling like none other.
First he had me on my back, legs spread and up for him to eat my hole. I know it's bad form, but I sent a tweet that I was having my ass eaten. I got a lot of positive responses, so decorum be damned.
Then it was me on my stomach to do some more eating. Then onto all fours for me. I got more tongue in the ass - and then my eight-incher taken into his mouth, from below.
Being on all fours was his idea and for good reason, it turns out. I forget how quick on the trigger he was. He had been stroking himself since we were in the bathroom for my failed piss attempt. So he had been working himself for a while.
I heard him say, "oh fuck, I'm so close...." and then he just BURIED his cock into my hole and pumped off his nut. No notice. No asking. No permission.
Ok...ok.....not like I would have said "no", but the just doing it was completely hot to me. I could feel him pumping his load, which was a bonus.
As quickly as he inserted, he withdrew.
For a second, I thought he might go down and eat his load out of the hole, but I was wrong.
Now all he wanted was to suck my dick....get my load....and show me the door. And all those things happened.
He did have a great mouth but it took some concentration on my part to go over the edge. When I did, I shot big and held him tight. He wanted to pull back, but that wasn't going to happen. He took it all, but struggled with it. Not really my problem.
Before I went, he was on his knees and I ran my cock over top of his head, leaving a trail of spit (his) and cum (mine).
I figure if he left his mark in me, I could leave mine on him.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Some Kind of Spanish Daddy pumped my hole good for about 35 minutes the other night. But let's start from the beginning. He emailed and wanted me to come over and I wanted to be there.
This time there was no third person, which was fine. Another one or two guys would have been more than acceptable, but since I have been weeks without it up the butt, I felt a little out of practice. As it was, I cleaned out at work and headed over. He was waiting for me with only pants on. Those were shed in a matter of seconds. I dropped trou along with the rest of my suit and soon we were standing face to face naked. This would be the point in the story I would normally drop to my knees or be forced to them, but that did not happen this time.
He (still don't know his name) played lightly with my nipples, as he knows how much that turns me on and how much I say 'yes' when a guy does that. He made me put my arms at the back of my head so he could smell and lightly lick my damp pits. It felt nice. He also ran his hands ever so lightly down the sides of my torso, on my shaft, under my balls, across my taint and faintly touching my hole.
Gentle and light touching can be as much of a torture to me and anyone tugging, pinching, groping and punching. Especially if I have to sit / stand there and just take it. The erotic feeling is overwhelming to me.
But there was to be NO sucking this day. He turned me around and bent me over his trusty and ever present ottoman. Without prompting he told me he'd go in easy, as he knows it has been awhile since I've been penetrated. But 'easy' is all relative.
The man is thick and he pushed in with little regard to how any guy below him might feel. Yes, I was able to take it, but believe it or not, as often as you read I get fucked here, I'm still somewhat tight. I guess that comes with no sex for one to two months. The way he did it, I would have pitied (for a second) the lesser experienced bottom.
But I'm telling you - it felt GOOD! It felt right. It felt like it was totally needed - for both of us. He bottomed out soon - and then started pumping.
He kept telling me to loosen up, as he thought I was too tight. I thought guys would like that, but perhaps not. I mean, I was trying to use those muscles to massage his cock, but he wanted an easier in and out motion for him. Not a sloppy fuck, but one easier to pump.
He tried to make his point by lightly smacking my ass. He got positive verbal and non-verbal reactions from me - and a I'm sure a lightbulb went on over his head. He kicked it up a notch by really hitting my ass, full force. Still no negative reaction. I could only imagine (hope?) what his neighbors might hear if they were out in the building hallway. There was no way to disguise that sound. Either of ours.
But after that, little sound from either of us. If nothing else, my experience with men tells me when to shut up and just take the pounding - and I did. The guy is good at fucking, I have to give him that. He did his job and I did mine. But he likes that concentration to take it to the edge and hold it there before going over. .....and I have to let a man do his job, right?
After about 30-35 minutes of fucking (hey - I was bent over the ottoman, looking at his cable box with a clock on it), he pumped harder and faster. With little fanfare, he dumped his two-day old nut up my ass. His ass now, as he was marking it with his seed.
I knelt there for a minute letting it stay up me: his dick and seed, before he pulled out.
This time he insisted I shoot for him. This is not my style, nor did I really think it his. It was my impression he wanted a cumdump and them have them hit the road. I'm built for that.
But to ensure I would be back, I flipped over and stroked my 8" and shot a healthy 8-9 day load on my chest and abs. He was slightly impressed. Maybe more so, but he wasn't willing to give that up to a fucking bottom guy.
After that - he kicked me out.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Outside the office I caught sight of some guy who was having a cigarette and he caught sight of me. ...and you know how it is ........'that look'. The one where you just both know.
He was ok looking. Blond brush cut, slim not bad looking. He walked in the building ahead of me and made sure I had seen him and where he was going. I did. The guy walked a maze of hallways, some of which I had never been to.
I had definitely never been to the restroom he took me too. Out of the way, a partition that was between the urinal area and the actual door. So you could hear someone coming, though there would still be very little time to react if necessary.
We both went to the urinals and unzipped. We both hardened in an instant. But you'd also know this guy was a 110% cocksucker. ....and he wasn't worth going to my knees for - because of his so-so cock and I kind of need my job. I didn't give a shit about his job though.
He went to his knees and took my dick in his mouth. He was ok, but I could only smell his fucking cigarette breath and clothing. And his rancid cologne. Oh - and I think I've said before, the only thing worse than cigarettes are menthol cigarettes.
It didn't take long. I didn't give him an option not to take the load. My big fucking load. He wasn't about to risk getting it on me or his suit. He swallowed it all, like a good boy.
Then he got up to jack off at the urinal. I never looked back at him. I zipped up and walked out.
Friday, November 13, 2009
My would-be FuckBud is just that - would-be. We attempted. We got together, but it just didn't click. I should clarify - it did not click for me.
The guy called and I met him for "lunch". Or a matinee.....whatever you crazy kids are calling it these days. We went to his place during the noontime hour for a tryst. FAIL is kind of a strong word for it, but I can't imagine going back for seconds.
He wanted to kiss, which I can be ok with - but he was a bad kisser. I'm a good one, if I say so myself. It didn't help that I think I detected three-day old beef & broccoli on his breath. Left over Chinese food-breath is not a turn-on. No, it is not.
For his being 'selfish' (again, his word), it never, but should have, occurred to me that he might not be a top selfish, but a bottom selfish. But I was blinded by lust and hope and had these ideals of how I wanted to get laid. How I needed to get laid.
The guy, for being newly out, is all (or mostly) bottom. UGH. I mean, it's a great scenario, if I'm the bottom, but you know me and being the top. I can do it, but it's not me - nor will it ever be.
And for his cock that I thought would be huge since it was stiffening nicely, but not all the way up in the shower? Turns out that was it. No 8-9". A nice 7", but I can't say "STIFF". Apparently that is what a prostate biopsy gets you - a semi that can't really get off anymore.
Oh, it's also almost TMI. But I guess it's nice to know that it wasn't me. The perils of being attracted to a man in his mid-50s. But one day I'll be there, but not yet. Not yet.
Oh - and he isn't into reciprocation, so what little I sucked him, he couldn't even feign a moan.
His sucking was subpar too. I think I provided a mercy feeding. I like the guy, but now I don't LIKE him. He used more hand than mouth - and hell, I can wet jack myself off. I assumed he wouldn't take my load either and he did........kind of.
I shot a big load in his mouth and probably overdid it on the vocal theatrics. It probably sounded like I liked it too much. It probably gave him false hope. Oh - and he only held my load in his mouth and then and went and spit it out. He said there was too much to swallow all of it. So because of that he swallowed none of it? It makes no sense.
Then afterwards, he wanted to process the entire thing. Man, did I call this one wrong.
Do I have to go to the gym at different times now?
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Case in point - in the last week, I've had my cock sucked three times. THREE times.
Suck job #1 - A guy I normally suck wanted to go down on me. I let him. He was ok, but nothing great. It was not to finish me off, just a break from me sucking him. I did go back to him, but for some unknown reason he pulled out and shot on the floor.
"Did you want that in your mouth?" he asked. My response was, "when have I ever left here without it?" Oy.
#2 was what I would call my regular cocksucker. Imagine - me, a cocksucker, having a cocksucker. He likes to play with my chest when he sucks me. I like it too. But he loves putting his hand in my goatee or taking his hands to feel my feet. If that masculinity stuff helps him, it's ok with me. I don't let him play with himself or get off when I'm there.
I don't when I'm servicing guys, why should he? For as much cock as he sucks he should be better. He's ok but not really good. But he swallows my huge load - so there's that.
The last one was this last Sunday. I went to a park - looking to suck. Alas, it was not to happen. It is the curse of having a big dick.
The guy, who looked like a slightly deranged ex-military guy, was on the edge of the park almost waiting for me...or for some guy, who just happened to be me. We went down an all too familiar path that I've been on - literally and figuratively.
He did have a great mouth. I never asked if he swallowed. I didn't give him the chance. That hand you see on the top of his head was for my control. And I did. I held him on it, and he swallowed.
But I have to get back out there as a cocksucker. Soon.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Formal, but not too formal – though we were both in suits, so kind of formal. And it was done over a meal. But I’ll back up a little.
Remember the hot guy in the shower? Well on Tuesday night I had another encounter with him – in both the sauna and shower. No words, but 70% erections. Neither of us got to full mast, but what a sight that would have been. The gym was busier than I thought it should be, so I was trying to be discrete.
As I was toweling off, still in the shower area, he rubbed my ass. His discretion was less so than mine.
I went out to dress myself and he soon followed. As it turns out, his locker was right behind mine. He took his time dressing as I sat on the bench with his big fucking dick right in front of me. He knew it. I knew it. But where we were was not conducive to do anything about that – even for a second.
We finished dressing at the same time and walked out together. He asked if I was free for lunch the next day and I accepted. Somewhere during this walk he disclosed his marital status (divorced) and that he knows he could never be in a relationship as he knows he is too selfish. Talk about a match made in heaven!
He was setting me up for the reaction and he got what he needed: someone in it for the fuck.
Lunch was nice and informative. We started on the topic of sex, a bit, deviated to daily life stuff: work, some history of each other and where we were coming from, and then as he said, ‘lets get back to the lurid’.
Divorced with three grown kids, he looks great for a man who came out at 50 (which was six years ago), he is a recovered/recovering drug addict and alcoholic – but I suspect his cross addiction might be sex. Who am I to judge?
He dated/lived with some guy for four years and decided he cannot be monogamous – it is not who he is. If he was looking for a reaction to see my disappointment, he’d get none. He got none. Like me, he does not equate sex with love – though he was careful not to say without emotion.
This is a powerful Italian man. I think most of the things he does is done with emotion, on some level. But if he is selfish, I’m ok with it if that extends to the bed. Knowing what I know about him, he is used to being in charge and getting his way. And now he has a clearer direction of who he is and what he wants from life.
I am one of those things.
Yes….a thing. My words, not his, but I think the intent was clear.
He mentioned watching me in the gym for months and wondering if, how and when to approach. I had seen him, but never would have suspected that he was gay, or that he’d be remotely interested in me. Fail on two levels for me.
I got a big bonus when he mentioned how he thought I had a great body. I mean, he does, so he has an idea. Yes, I’ve been working on mine for months now, but the progress is too slow and gradual for me to see a difference. But someone did….or is talking bullshit to get what he wants. Right now it’s working for me.
So it got down to some logistics. Not the ‘what are you into?’ shit – it never got to that. More like, dates, times, places we would and could do this.
As it turns out, we got some BS out of the way, discussed the interest and viability for a potential partnership and if I was good enough to fill the position – so to speak.
I make no bones about it – but this was an interview to see if I was the candidate of choice, both for him and myself.
I think I’ve just been hired as FuckBuddy.
There is no pay, but the benefits will be totally worth it.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
I was a resourceful guy and by the time I had my driver’s license, I had scoped out places to find dick. There were no adult bookstores where I lived, so they were a good 30-40 minute drive. But as often as I could, I made my way over to those places.
Either I appeared older than I was, or the clerk looked the other way as he collected my $5 for entrance. I suspect the latter, as years later, I pondered to myself that I was more than likely good for business. Friday nights were the busiest – and most convenient for getting away from my house. As soon as I could get over the nerves of walking through that front door, the rest was a breeze.
I think I’ve mentioned here that I always felt lucky to have experiences with MEN. Not boys. Never boys. And that it only occurred to me years later, that some of these men must have thought they were the lucky ones to be able to use a teenager. And make no mistake, they used me, but I used them as well. I was wise beyond my years.
One night, I ended up leaving with this man in his late 30s. We went in his car, leaving mine behind. A foolish thing to do when I reflect upon it, but a 16 year old is run by hormones and hormones alone. Not a whole lot different than a 36 year old, I suppose….or 46….or 56. We’re pigs. Or at least we don’t think with our brains.
He drove me to a deserted parking lot - one used by commuters to catch the train into town. But on a Friday night, the commute is over, the lot empty and black as pitch. It was there he violated me. Twice. Willingly, but still……….
With both of us out of the car, on the passenger side, he had me turn face toward the door, so my body was against the door, my head looking out over the roof of the car. The penetration was slow and deliberate. It was only spit for lube and I had not experienced poppers yet – and would not for another almost 10 years. Outdoors, night, raw, spit – it was about as au natural as you could get.
He continued to sink into me with soft and continual words of encouragement, but the reality was, he wanted in and the encouragement he was giving was for his own benefit. It’s so easy to see these things later in life. I probably knew then too, but it wasn’t at the front of my mind.
The guy went in and bottomed out, pressing me between himself and his car. It didn’t last long, that first time – about five minutes before he told me he was going to cum and then proceeded to dump his nut in my teen ass. After a minute or so he slipped out and I was there with my jeans around my knees but not moving fast to get them back up and buckled. Even out here, for potentially any to see, I felt safe – with no good reason. He had put himself away.
We chatted for a few minutes about what just happened. He chatted mostly. He asked my age, I lied. He asked if I liked it, I didn’t lie. He told me he loved it and how tight it was. I’d now like to know if he would have been more turned on if he knew I wasn’t legal or scared shitless. At the time, he was turned on by what he didn’t know.
I went to hike my pants up and he stopped me by putting both hands on my shoulders. “Not yet”, he said. Without another word he turned me back to being against the door, my ass sticking out. Never hearing the zipper go down, I soon felt that is must have, as his hard dick was back at my hole. This time he needed less effort to push in me and took more time fucking me.
The grunts were louder, the non-worded verbals were more frequent. The metal on the car was cold, his flesh was hot. The fucking got harder. Harder than when he started and a lot harder than the first go-round. He pounded me against the car – no one to see, no one to hear. He added his load to the first one. They co-mingled and stayed in me.
This time he didn’t wait for it to slip out, he pulled out and zipped up. I got myself together too. I almost thought he might leave me there – a mile from my car, but he drove me back. I considered going back in to see who else was there, but I knew I had to get home – I had a curfew.
Monday, November 02, 2009
It was years ago, right around this time of the season. There was a park, or really an outdoor athletic facility that consisted of 42 baseball fields, which got converted into football fields in fall. Lots of intramural play happened here, but during the weekdays, it was nothing more than a cruising ground.
There were “roads” that took you to whichever area of the park had the field you were looking for. Since multiple cars would show up to carry the amateur athletes, there were just places to park – whether to play or when I’d show up, to score dick. When there was sporting shit, there were tons of cars. When it was cruising, usually only a dozen or so were there – depending on day or evening.
On this cold afternoon, you could count the cars on one hand. His being one. Mine being one. I went to this park quite often and had a usual routine. I’d scout out a site to park my car and see others driving around and they’d come check me out. It seemed to make more sense than trying sync cars as they continued to drive and drive. I used the same technique at a bookstore or bar. It’s not that I thought they should all come to me – that I’m that hot – it’s that if one is stationery it just makes it easier to connect.
He pulled up next to me. Backed in even. I was that way too. It made it easier to see who was approaching, be it either a potential trick, or the law. There was the requisite nodding of the head to acknowledge each other and then the rolling down of the windows to make chit-chat in the ever-dropping temperatures. I was invited over. I accepted.
Chat lead to dirty chat. That led to I’ll show you mine, you show me yours. That invariable led to his hand on the back of my head pushing me down into his lap. I gave little, if any resistance. No surprise.
He had a nice body, a great face and a nice 7.5” dick. Thin, but still more than a mouthful. As it turns out, it fit nicely there – among other places. His hand still at my head, he used the leverage to hold me down to push up his hips. I met his thrusts, not that he was giving me much of a choice. Maybe he got off on the scene, I did, but in reality I had no intention of going anywhere.
Considering our surroundings, I was surprised at the turn of events. Yes, my pants were open and down so I could play with myself. So were his – but so I could play with himself.
For the life of me I have no idea how it happened. Sun had set so it was dark. This guy had me recline my seat as far back as it would go and somehow he got me on my belly. If you’ve been in a Samurai, they aren’t the easiest things to maneuver in. The gear shift is on the floor, neither of our pants were fully off, but before I knew it, he was on top of me pushing his 7.5” into my ass.
I didn’t try to stop him.
But in the back of my mind, I knew we were now facing away from any one who might approach. The car was still facing forward, but my ass was facing out and my face looking out the back window.
It wasn’t a long fuck, but longer than you might think in that situation. 10 minutes maybe. It was hard. He was hard on me. The situation kind of lent itself to that. This was no, ‘how does that feel’ kind of encounter. This was, ‘I’m gonna fuck the hell out of that hole and flood that ass’.
…and that is exactly what he did.
Violent movements in and out of me until he just stopped. No words. No sounds. He just stopped moving and let it go into me – all his white liquid.
Without a word he pulled out and rolled over to his drivers seat. And what he did next was priceless: as I was trying to get myself together, he reached over and opened my door. He was done with me. In every way.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
It's coming - and it's been coming for a few weeks. Me and a guy from the gym have been building up to it, of this I'm sure. I see him on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.
He is a hotter, potentially older Italian male. And he has a big cock!
Normally after my evening workouts I just head home, but he had a locker next to me and disrobed for a sauna. Even flaccid, this dick is mighty impressive. MIGHTY. ...and he saw me look. It's ok, I'm not that shy.
So this last Tuesday, I planned to take a sauna and shower. As I was getting there, he was headed into the shower, so my plans changed and I hit the shower. We were the only two in there - and it is communal so no real privacy if anyone else came in.
He'd soap and look at me. Each time he'd find me looking back at him. Our eyes didn't really meet as both sets were looking a bit lower. He was stiffening and so was I. Soaping. Tugging. Lengthening. Thickening.
The door opened and someone else was coming in, so backs were turned into the spray and eventually I left to towel off - holding my towel to cover my expanding dick. Neither of ours got to full erection.
If my estimates are correct, this man has 8 or maybe 9 inches. And it's thick. Double bonus.
We chatted as we changed and walked out to the parking lot together talking about work etc. In the middle of it, he throws out "thanks for the show. for months i've been wondering what it looked like."
I told him "you didn't see the entire shower" His reply? "neither did you!"
We are now planning on play.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
If you remember the greek/Italian daddy guy with the 8” thick dick I blogged about here and here, was up for another round. For a dick like that, I usually am too.
After I prepped and left the office to go over, he called and asked if I would mind if two other tops would be there. I’ll assume the question was rhetorical, but I answered anyways. Affirmatively, in case you had a question.
Daddy goes on to tell me that one has a 12” dick (yikes!) and one is a muscle guy with about 8”…maybe 7” (it was the latter). They were supposed to be there when I arrived.
I was buzzed in and told the door was unlocked. I went in, not sure what to expect. Yeah, I’m kind of a slut, so the chances of me having been fucked by one of these guys was good – or at least knowing them. That would have to wait.
I pushed open the door and it was just Daddy and myself. The 12” guy backed out and the other guy wasn’t there yet. No problems. To be fair, 12 inches sounds great in theory, but the assault on my ass………I dunno. Let’s face it, 12” is about 4-6 more inches than most guys have. It’s like double cock. I’ve had an 11”er before, but that’s another story.
I stripped down and then Daddy did the same. I sucked his cock a bit – see?
Then I ate his ass a bit – see?
I smiled when he asked, “do you eat ass?” DO I? Again with what I assume are rhetorical questions. I answered, but this time just with my tongue. I was lying back on his ottoman and he was squatting over my face. It was a hairy ass but it tasted so great. Clean yet musky. All man. He loved how I worked my tongue up his tight top hole. You could tell there has never been anything more than a finger up there…if that.
The buzzer rang and he released the entrance door five stories down. He came back to my face and that’s how the new guy found us. Some unknown to him – eating hole. He couldn’t see me. I couldn’t see him – partially because I had my face in ass, but I had also taken off my glasses when I came in and my vision was a little blurry.
When I did see him, I was a little in awe. He was muscular, and smooth and blonde. A grown-up/aging surfer-dude. Most things that are not my type. He had a great body and a nice cock. I also knew him…or of him. I had seen him on ManHunt before, but one of those that seem to be unapproachable, so I never reached out….so to speak.
“Suck his cock”, I heard Daddy say. I sat up and took this guy’s dick into my mouth and into my throat. He loved it. They were talking about my cocksucking abilities – like I wasn’t even there, which is perfect. Daddy then started playing with this guy’s chest. I mean, how could you not? He had a perfect chest and great nipples. Even I reached up as I was sucking to feel the entire upper torso.
I pulled off and asked if he wanted his ass eaten, he was back around over my mouth in a heartbeat. He had a nice ass too. Great for eating. And smooth. The buns, the crack, the hole. It was like eating a 12 year old’s ass……..I’ve heard!!!!
“Do you wanna fuck him?”, was the question from Daddy’s mouth. “Oh yeah”, was the response. “On all fours, boy”. So I got on all fours, or really bent over the ottoman so he’d have a good angle.
Being the good boy, I never looked behind me. But what went in me was not the muscle guy’s cock, this I knew. Daddy pushed his fat cock up into my hole ‘to open me up’, as he put it to the other guy standing behind him.
After I adjusted, it felt so good in there. Raw, oiled up and going deep. He knows how to open me up. But I knew he’d pull out and he did, but it didn’t take long to get refilled. Surfer boy needed some fluffing to get him harder and he snapped on a cockring, but after that he was good to go.
I was butt up and hands down so he could come at me from behind. I would have loved to see his face while he was boning me, but that was not his preference and let’s face it, the way the scene was going, it was all about depersonalizing me. I was a place to put a cock. Or two.
Surfer slid up into me with no problem. He wasn’t huge and he was tapered just right. The fact that big dicked Daddy went in first did not hurt – so to speak. Surfer was a good fucker. But I could also tell the pre-play had gotten him going – maybe too much so. I wanted it to last, but I wasn’t sure he could. He seemed very hot on the trigger.
He’d push in and hold it there. He’d pull back and hold it. I think even the idea of pumping my ass would have made him explode. But there comes a time that just sitting there with a dick in you and no movement isn’t productive either and there isn’t always turning back the tide.
I started using my muscles to massage his shaft. He responded. He would flex and he started moving again. He also told Daddy that he was so close. Daddy told him to just let it go. And he did. The pounding started and then the grunting. So did the spasming of his shaft.
Many times one cannot feel himself being flooded with cum. This was not one of those times. I could feel it come out of him and into me. I could feel the warmth. It was more than warm actually, it was hot. He kept fucking instead of just burying the bone and unloading. But when he was done done – he then buried the bone to the hilt.
As soon as he pulled out, Daddy was behind him. He wanted to feel that hot load as lube. He wanted to tag-team that hole. My hole. Their hole.
Surfer stood there watching Daddy sink his big prong up my ass. “Niiiiiiiice” he said to Daddy. “Oh yeah, I feeling your load and pushing it deeper – it feels so good”. Once again, I wasn’t even part of the equation when it came to the conversation.
Daddy fucked me and fucked me hard. There was little chance of him going off too early. He pumped. Surfer watched….for a while. He moved to start gathering his things, as one is apt to do after they ejaculate. Guys are guys and usually when they are done – they are DONE.
When he went into the other room to get his stuff, I told Daddy to fuck me harder and to cum up my ass – especially while the other guy was still there. I wanted to make a show of it for the surfer stud.
Gladly, Daddy pummeled my ass to get his sperm on. The grunting and groaning could be heard by Surfer in the other room who came back to watch. Daddy pushed Surfer’s cum deeper and then added his own. No words. Just grunts. From both of us. Surfer watched silently.
Daddy ended up sliding out of me and I went torso/abs down on the ottoman while they talked about restaurants like I wasn’t even in the room. Surfer thanked Daddy and shook his hand. He never said what he was thanking him for, but let’s face it, we all know why he was being thanked. I wasn’t even acknowledged. It’s not a bad thing. It just was.
The door was shut. I had a minute to compose myself before my boxer briefs were tossed my way. The message was clear. We were done for the night.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I should always trust my instincts, but my dick and twitching hole always gets the better of me. I don't learn from my mistakes and I'm guessing I probably never will at this point. That whole - old dog/new tricks thing, and all.
I also know writing this puts me deeper on someone's shit list, as I know he reads my blog. For the most part, he's one of the few who has had sex with me and knows about this blog (not that I pointed it out, mind you). But you guys also know, I tell the good with the bad. I'm not a blogger who only writes how hot and great his sessions are. That just seems unrealistic to me.
But back to the post.....
Years ago I fucked around with this guy and it just kind of dropped off. Yes, the posts are somewhere back there if you want to read them, but I won't point them out to you. You're smart, if you search the achieves you'll figure it all out on your lonesome. Anyway, he'd drop out of sight and pop back up here and there to basically torture me - not physically or anything, just mentally, if that.
He was a good fucker - and I'll give him that. But on some levels we could not (or did not) connect. He'd seem interested and then drop me before we did anything. Or he'd contact me and then never follow-up. And I always let myself get drawn back in - most likely due that 'he's a good fucker' comment earlier.
So for the last few weeks we've been doing the 'let's fuck' dance. And yesterday we made the attempt.
I get to his place and he's there on his couch stroking his dick through his open 501s. It's still soft and surprisingly small when it is. But it grows to a nice size - no?
Well my mouth helped it get to that size. I liked hearing him moan when I would make my tongue dance on the underside of the shaft. I find most guys really respond to it. While I was down there he muttered, "did you miss this?".
I hated to admit it, but I did. When all aligns, his attitude and his cock can be very hot.
Then it was on to ass eating. Him bent over his bed, me on my knees behind him.
That's always been a big thing for him - and you all know I like to do it. The butt was a little funky, but nothing I haven't delved into before. He had a hard time just taking the ass licking/eating. Always with the clenching and pushing back. It's not like I was going anywhere - and I thought he wanted my tongue up there. "Just relax", I told him. And he did - for all of 30 seconds.
He straightens himself up and says, "it's time for fucking". Thank god. This is what I was waiting for. Wanting. Needing.
Then he says, ".....but I'm covering it."
This bothered me for any number of reasons. We had never played this way before. Nor was playing raw ever up for discussion, so playing bagged wasn't even on the radar. Not only that, he clearly intended for bagged play, but in the dozens (yes, DOZENS) of emails he sent during the day - and even the weeks before that - it could have and should have come up.
If he thought in not telling me, he was going to keep me there because I'm in such need, he was wrong.
He lost control of the situation quickly. I said 'no'. He said, "I call the shots here". And I'm like, "no - not this time.". "Well stay and suck me." By this time, I had my suit jacket, my phone and keys.
He said, "see ya". My response was, "no. no you won't."
I might get played by guys like this for their needs, but I need something from it too. But I'm a strong willed and strong minded guy. I didn't get out of work early, travel across town to get that kind of fuck. It's not my thing.
I hadn't even made it to the car when he called. I declined the incoming call and let it roll to voice mail. I don't know the exact wording of his message. Why I listened in the first place is beyond me. But it was almost identical to the email me left me a bit later:
I guess all I can say is sorry. I'll make sure not to bother you any longer.
Yes, he contacted me twice to tell me he wasn't going to bother me any longer.
And now I had to drive home with his ass on my goatee.
What you see above is just a screen capture from the video - which you can view here.
Yeah, they are hot guys. Yeah, they are NICE cocks. ...but fuck do I love public sex. I could so see me doing something like this and taking the risks.
It'd be totally worth it.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Clearly, I've "slept" with 100s of men. I hear you laughing. But if you multiply 27 by 100, it is still 100s of men. twenty seven hundred. I can probably count on fingers and toes how many of those actually included sleep.
So it is not small feat when I say how sad it is when one of the hottest encounters I have had with a man has gone so badly.
This is a salt & pepper cigar man, Harley man, leather man, inked man. The epitome of hyper-masculine. That he has an average sized dick means nothing. NOTHING. He knew how to use it and as you've seen here before, he knew how to use his brain and mouth, which makes the dick just.......there. It's rarely the cock that gets me off. It's the attitude.
We had been chatting for years after I saw his pics somewhere on line. Way before sexual/social networking sites existed. So it was fun to find out he lived less than an hour from me. It took us forever but we finally hooked up. Once. And only once.
He opted for the baths. Sigh. Fine. Not my favorite but I went and paid. As I was getting my towel and all, I saw him there already - and he saw me. You could see he was glad I didn't bail on him. It was understood that I would get and pay for the room. I was there for him.
And I was. We did so much in those few hours. I sucked, I swallowed. I ate his ass. I took his spit - in my mouth and on my face. I took his cock up my ass - twice, along with his loads.
Then he wanted a break. I wasn't sure what the expectations were. Was this a date? Were we free to see other people? I showered anyway - and I lost him. Gone.
I had paid my fee and had the room, fuck it if I weren't going to take advantage of it - and be taken advantage of. I eventually found a man who was pretty hot and he was back in my room fucking the hell out of me when there was a knock on the door.
I knew who it was, but the stranger fucking me didn't. Lover? I'm sure he thought. But with no words, I reached over (this other guy's cock still up my ass) and turned the knob on the door. "Steve" kind of seemed surprised to see this, though he wasn't turned off. Was I supposed to just wait for him? Clearly I didn't.
He talked the guy through fucking me. And fucking me hard.......and harder. He "gave permission" for the guy to put his spunk up my hole. He did too. That was three loads up there so far.
Stranger-guy was a little weirded out and left immediately. That was ok, because Steve punched right up my ass and into that warm load. It wasn't long before he left #4 (three of those were his anyway) up in my gut.
Then he had me get on my knees and lick him clean. Gladly, I thought.
Steve and I have had several aborted attempts at getting together since - and this has been a long while. So color me surprised (and disappointed) when I got a message from him via ManHunt after asking how he was doing:
Steve: got some pals to rape my throat?
Me: i don't. have you become some kind of a big bottom? : )
Steve: yea I have been a big btm whore/slut - that work with you?
I pained me to say it - and type it - but I had to tell him it didn't work with or for me. By nature, I'm not a top and I had seen him and experienced him in a certain way. A way I wanted to experience him.
Fuck, it seems I always have to fight for the bottom, and when you get a man like this who'll do it, what chance do us average guys have?
At least we'll always have the baths!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Not so shockingly, I have always led this double life. Nice upstanding friend, worker, family member, but underneath it all, I have always been a pig. And I do mean always. At least when you start with my sex life. From the word 'go', as a teen, I was uncontrollably horny. but unlike most teens, I found outlets for that - and as it turns out, men in their 20s, 30s and 40s like teen aged boys. Willing ones. Who knew?
So in my 20s, I would go to gay bars with my friends. You know - the dance ones. The S&M ones: stand & model. I'd say it bored the every loving shit out of me, but it served a purpose I suppose. Invariably, I'd leave my friends and head to a leather bar for the last hour of the night. They thought I either found someone or would have gone home.
While my mind fit in at the leather bar, my body and choice of clothes seemed out of place. Now and again, I'd meet someone and we'd go fuck, but normally it was a place to grab the last two beers of the evening and take in the sights. But after a while, it became something else.
One guy was always there. One guy who struck my fancy....and I guess I his. In the scenario I am about to describe - and the dozen or so repeating times with him, never a word was spoken. Ever.
He was always in full leather, save his denim under his chaps. Tall, built and handsome, he probably could have had his pick of anyone in the bar. The more I observed him, the more I noticed he didn't seem that interested in anyone there, nor did I find anyone attempting to get his attention. Except me. I like to think I was subtle, but I probably was not.
We'd catch glances and he'd make sure he caught my gaze and walk into the small, dark and dank restroom. It was only a minute or so before I entered. He'd be standing at the toilet with his cock out. A nice sized 7" dick. Just standing, and stroking with his leather-gloved hand.
I make my way and sit on the can, right in front of him, and take him into my mouth and all the way down to the buttons on his jeans. One gloved hand finds the back of my head - at least for a few minutes. Before long, I'm standing, my back to him, my pants around my ankles, me leaning over the toilet.
It doesn't take a genius (on your parts) to know where this is going. Where it went, was right up my ass. He fuck - silently. I'd take it - quietly. We both had our jobs, we both had our roles.
Naturally, it was a bathroom, so guys would come in. Some would watch. Some would mutter nasty things as they watched. Some guys came in to piss and were just annoyed at the crowd or lack of accommodations. Never once were we stopped. Never once did anyone step up to take his place after he was done.
Only once did he not finish in my ass. That one time, he pulled out, unloaded onto his gloved hand and put it in front of my mouth. I dutifully cleaned it off and shined up that glove with my tongue. The rest of the times, he'd silently unload in me. Maybe his face told the story, but his mouth never did.
By the time I'd pull my pants back up and leave the restroom, he was gone. Gone from the restroom. Gone from the bar.
It almost became a game for both of us. It was fun while it lasted.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
I know - and usually I'm such an above-board kind of guy.
The guy I went to a month or so back who had a home gloryhole, but ended up fucking me, well..........I went back. The only talk was about another blowjob (which btw, he didn't even finish the first time!), but I think we both know what would happen if I showed back up.
He knew when I was coming over and I assumed he was ready for me, as his downstairs door was unlocked and his upstairs door was wide open. I walked in to where his gloryhole was set up before but nothing. I looked the other way and he was "asleep" on his bed. He seemingly awakened with a jolt, but didn't really look that sleepy.
He got out of bed, walked over, grabbed my cock through my suit and led me back to his bedroom.
The mouth felt good on the underside of my shaft, after he took it out of my zipper and got on his knees. I sat back on the bed to let him get to my nuts, but less than secretly, I wanted his tongue to travel lower.....to my taint.....then past it....right to the target.
As it turns out, he didn't quite get the hint, or didn't care to. While he did go lap at my balls, per my instructions, he shucked his boxers while down there too. He also took off my dress shoes and pulled my suit pants and boxer briefs right off me and threw them in a heap in the corner of his room.
This guy, "Tony", is kind of large, chest and belly wise. Larger than I normally go for. The one thing no large about him is his dick. It's kind of thick, but about 6" long. I went back not because he threw a great fuck, but because I needed one and because he had a foul mouth and an aggressive attitude. By now you should have picked up on the fact that those things will get you much farther with me than a hot face, body or big dick. Mind you - if you have ALL of that, well........................
He stood back up to suck my dick, as I was leaning back on the bed, my legs still spread from his ball eating. But with his shorts off, he was positioned well. He just raised an eyebrow to me - as if asking if it were ok to proceed.
Verbally I replied, "you didn't really think I came here to get my cock sucked, did you?" He grabbed the lube.
I never know what it is about guys who have so much trouble finding the hole. Yes, I have a lot of hair down there, but it is not like the thing is all grown over. Or the guys who think it's in, when it's still two inches away from the opening, and then I'm always the one to tell them "you're not in". It makes them feel self conscious and makes me feel a little bad for them.
By the fourth time of missing, I laid back a little more and spread my cheeks as far as they would go and exposing that tunnel of love as much as it could be. He found it with no problem this time. Sank right in. He loved it. Probably more than I did, but it was nice to have a warm shaft inside me.
With no regards to his downstairs neighbors, he went into full-fuck mode. Bed squeaking and creaking. Loud grunts. If he didn't care, why should I?
As I always do, I used my muscles to massage the shaft (his) and you could see his reaction that he was loving it. He pumped and pumped. I squeezed and squeezed. After about 15 minutes of this, he just could not hold back anymore. He looked down on me and used a hand to bring firmly to my throat - and squeezed a bit. He was a man on a mission and within a minute of exerting his dominance, he let his load loose in my ass.
I really set him off when doing that of squeezing with my hole even more.
Tony stayed in me while I continued on with my internal manipulation of his shaft. He love it. So much so, that he stayed erect and told (yes, told!) me he was gonna fuck me until he shot another load.
Who was I to argue?
He pumped as hard as the first time - if not harder. He grabbed my throat more often and harder than at ejaculation the first time. Seeing that he didn't get a negative reaction from me, I think gave him some license to be rougher. I was down with it - even though I didn't say a word.
I'd tell him to 'fuck me', he'd tell me to 'shut the fuck up'. I don't think he was really that nasty - I took it more that he had to concentrate to knock that second load out of him and into me. I've never been a multiple cummer like that, so I can at least appreciate the work that goes in to firing it off and the build up to it.
He mentioned how much easier it was to fuck my hole, I'm assuming because he had already lubed it once from the inside. The fuck too longer than the first one, but it's not like he was ripping me open with his size, so I could take it.
As he fucked me, like last time, he talked of a 9" buddy he wanted to see fuck me and this time he added the buddy wants to fuck me - so they've talked. I'm not holding my breath - but it would be nice and you know I don't mind an audience.
Tony picked up the pace and I knew he was close so I verbally encouraged him to finish what he started. And he did. Or as he said, he was 'spraying my guts'. Worked for me.
The guy was still hard for a while after that and made sure he kept plunging what cum was there up farther into my ass. A nice touch. I thought he might want to go for round 3 but I'm not sure either of us were up for it.
Then he wanted me to blow my load. Eh. I'm ok with that, but when I get fucked, my mind is sated. My body doesn't need to be. But he kept insisting. He wanted me to blow it all over him. I declined.
He was adamant and how I shouldn't talk back to him. But I'm an uppity bottom with top-like tendencies (even if I can't really act on them well). I told him my load doesn't get wasted like that. It's in a hole, or nowhere at all.
He went to his knees. I knew it wouldn't take me long. And it did. I held his shaved head tight against my abs as I pumped a nice sized load into his mouth. I told him to keep on swallowing and he did.
I let him go and then grabbed my clothes.
With two loads of sperm in my ass, I left and drove home with a pseudo-promise of a fuck with him and his buddy. We'll see.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
And normally, I'm not into restraining gear. I do well on my own and usually have no intention of going anywhere and just doing the task at hand (or mouth or ass).
But I did see this on ManHunt and seriously considered getting it.
Again, I don't need this to keep my mouth open for a throat-assault, but how hot would it be for some random guy to show up and see me in it?
I think even the most conservative feeder would eventually be turned on and it would put ideas into his head - some of which he didn't even know he was capable of. At least that would be the intent.
The picture, the thought, the possibilities just makes me hard as a rock.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
And you know if I like a blog, I add it to my blogroll. I never add them thinking it will get me more traffic (though if it does.....so be it...), but because I like their tales, their tails or their writing style. It's got to speak to me.
Not much more speaks to me than my newest add: iBLASTinside.
He started following me on Twitter and I returned the favor.
I don't know I inspired him to start a blog in the last few weeks, but he has. Mind you - he had a number of his stories already published out there on other sites and transferred them over to his blog, making for an instant back-log of writings to read for most (I'd already consumed most of those).
Our Twitter exchanges led to some email exchanges and with him I have a kindred spirit. And evil spirit to be sure, but kindred none the less. He's honest about what he does and who he is - mentally and physically. Like me. We both might even be a tad bit hard on ourselves, but I think that works to our advantage.
Check him out - at his blog or in Twitter.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
It's not a new guy, but Mr. Italian or some kind of Spanish who wanted another shot at me. Yes, pun fully intended. The plan was for another guy to be there also to tap my ass in tag-team fashion, but he canceled at the last minute. Me, being me, wondered if he was ever truly scheduled at all.
But I didn't really care. This daddy has a great cock - see ????
...and it isn't even fully hard in this here picture.
I love when a top tries to assert his power and leaves holes in logic a mile wide. "Bring lube!" he texts me. I'm already on the way - and coming from work. I do not have lube with me (I know - I'm a badly prepared bottom without some kind of trick bag in my car!) and tell him I'll have to stop for some but I'll be delayed. The response back is "no delays!!!!"
Bud - you can't have it one way or the other. The next message is, "I have lube". Whatever dude.
I dial the code to get buzzed in and head up to 507. One knock and the door opens. No ceremony, not fuss - I drop my pants and take my dress shirt off. I don't even start by sucking his cock but by laying back on this towel-covered ottoman.
He insisted on using what "little lube" he had left to grease MY dick up.
I didn't want that to happen for a number of reasons - the main one being I didn't want to be tempted to stroke a nice oil-based lubed cock while getting fucked. I didn't want to be the one to cum, though he said he wanted to see me get off.
I know it is unreasonable, but I find the tops power to be diminished when he gives me the permission or wants me to cum. As with this guy, I found the scene to be - he gets off and he kicks me out. Period. I'm not looking for something more.
That being said - it makes for a good picture, but because I do have a nice cock. I can see why other guys want to suck it or bend over for it. I wish it were more of my deal, but it is not.
Mr. Italian did want me to suck him some. So I obliged. That is what I'm there for.
It was hard to suck him and use my camera at arm's length to get this half-assed shot, but in reality, I was never going to show you more anyway. You know I have lips, a chin and facial hair, but you've always known that. And usually when you see that, you see a prick in my mouth.
Soon I was lying back on the ottoman, but he wanted me on all fours. But this time I wanted to be on my back. Yeah, I'm a pushy bottom. He gave in and gave it to me.
I'll give him this, Daddy is always right. The position was a bit uncomfortable for me, not from my back or angle, but man he fucked hard that way and I think since I defied him a bit on which way to get fucked, he was making me pay the price. After about 20 minutes of this......
...we both realized he wasn't going to get off this way. He pulled out, went and opened a window, re-greased up and had me bend over the way he wanted me in the first place.
Invariably, it was a better position for both of us. My flexibility allowed me to have my ass up, my shoulders down and even take my hands to the floor to brace myself for the onslaught that was his fucking style.
From this angle I could also look over my left shoulder a bit up into a series of three wall mirrors and see his face in pure bliss as he pumped my butt. He was loving it and concentrating at the same time. He wanted to come and in our original angle, he wasn't hitting his spots or strides.
I made sure to use my muscles to massage that shaft of his, and I could tell he would respond to that - with verbals and non-verbals.
He is verbal when he comes, but not with words. More with sounds. That's ok. I knew I was getting it anyway. And I got a big load. The kind you could just feel. And like last time, he never paused to let it shoot - he just keep pushing it in with each thrust and the continual fucking.
Like last time, he pulled out and like I walked in, in reverse, I grabbed my pants and shirt and put them on with almost no words and I was out the door. About the only thing missing was the $50 left on the dresser for me.
I'll be back as long as he'll have me back. Here's hoping he has those friends who want to dump their nut too.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Yes, I've been 'stalked' - but not really. My guest blogger claims to be a stalker of mine, but he's not. Not really. As far as I know anyway....he's never been to my town and I know I've never been to his - except at 80 mph on Amtrak.
And this isn't a blog stalking - this is a Manhunt stalking story.
The other night I was on MH (shock - right?) and I get a message saying (and I will paraphrase):
"you look a lot more fit in person than in your pictures".
I should have let it go - right? But I didn't. I asked the reporter questions: when? who? where? why?
The guy described me to a T on what I was wearing at the gym that very night. ...and how I must have lost a TON of weight. (he upper-cased the 'ton'.) Yes, sweet talking me like that will most certainly get you into my pants.
For the record, I was never fat, but I have lost a bit of weight, but not a ton. Not even 20 pounds. The difference is, I'm more fit. More muscle. Less - dough.
Now, he could have seen me through a door, as for this night in question I was in a class - not just in a weight room. There is a glass door in said class. But I had to press....and he mentioned something about what and how I was doing in this class.
I'm not a guy who gets unnerved easily - and I wasn't now. But then he mentioned that HE was in my class. I never got if he went into it because of me or just was a coincidence. I decided I didn't want to know.
He did throw out - 'you disappeared right after class'. Um....yeah, I had to get home and, oh - I didn't know you were stalking me, so I didn't realize I was supposed to wait around.
Now I'm at a quandary. I had every intention of going to class tomorrow evening when I got a message last night saying: 'you weren't in class tonite'. Yes, I skipped Tuesday's class due to other obligations. But now I know he's in my class - maybe for me, maybe not.
I'm not egotistical - and you'd hardly know it from this blog, but I am a bit discrete. I know a number of people at the gym and in this particular class - do I really want this kind of attention?
I really don't think I do. And I'd really hate to give up my routine.
What to do? WHAT to do?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
It's infrequent, but I'm assuming that's what keeps things somewhat fresh and a little exciting. Mind you - I want more. I always do.
The guy (I have gotten no, and asked for no name) is a married man, mid 40s, blonde hair and a nice 7.5" thick piece of meat. See?
I took this late last week - in picture form and in my mouth.
The more I want of course, would be for him to put it in my ass. But right now he's either not interested or getting the hint. The how could he miss it? Last week he asked if I really liked sucking cock (DUH!). My response was: "I like getting fucked more!".
The last few times he's buzzed me in and I've come up to the administrative offices. If you've ever been in a warehouse setting, you normally know that even those aren't great offices. They are working men with working offices. There are not leather chairs, secretaries outside the office, no suits, no ties.
This last time I got there and the door was propped open. I wasn't too worried as his was the only car there. I wasn't expecting to be surprise attacked. Instinctively, I knew to unprop the door and shut it.
There I noticed the next door was open to the warehouse, and I knew not to go upstairs. I walked into the working man's domain. And there, at the end of a long line of stocked shelves and crates was my feeder, completely naked. Completely hard.
At first I wasn't sure if he had set the nice piece of cardboard on the dirty floor, or if that's just a remnant of the working environment. There was also a step latter on wheels where I'm sure guys could grab stuff off those aforementioned shelves.
I walked over and he told me to strip. I loved the idea of being naked in such a place. Glasses, tie, suit, everything came off. I went to my knees - but only for a few. He stood up on that latter and with me standing, we were cock to mouth. It was a nice touch.
Those were just a few shots of me going down on him. The first one was before I stripped off my shirt, but other than that, I was naked. We were.
The guy has such a great cock - but he's a bit quick on the trigger. Mind you - he probably needed to be home to the wife and kids for dinner. And mind you - he was fucking some faggot's face in his workplace, so he might have good cause to finish up early.
But I do love scenes like this/that.
His cum was ok. Not as big of a load as I'd like, but I'm kind of a greedy pig that way. But of course, I made a show of me swallowing it. You know how guys, especially the married ones, love their juice not being wasted. And I love not wasting it.
Maybe my dry spell is over for a bit. Here's hoping. I need this. I think you want this - as loyal readers, you deserve more.
I'm here to help. : )
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Yeah, I've been getting head quite a bit lately. Now and again I've even given it - and while I love doing that (and swallowing), it's seemed all mechanical. Maybe I've set too high of standards to relay decent events to this blog. I feel I owe you more than the mundane.
A reader suggested I write fictional accounts and no one would be the wiser. The joke is: I would be. It's hard enough to write the real events let alone made-up ones. So right now, I'm sticking with either my sex life or my past one (like you read about last post).
So onto this encounter.
This guy (really - no name offered or asked) has been after me for about the last two years. We've never been able to hook-up for two main reasons: my travel schedule and his wife. Or, I should say - then wife.
My travel is now curtailed (as you well know) and his marriage is in the process of ending. He has a place of his own now and we utilized that earlier this week. We had trouble with timing the first day, but I was out of my office early on Tuesday so I could take his cock up my ass. That is what he wanted That is what he has wanted since day one.
To be honest, I was skeptical of him. His pics were nice (no face), but some I had seen other places, so I was never sure he was representing himself. But he talked a great game and well..............I hadn't had a cock up my ass for a long long time. Who am I to be picky?
At work, I found a remote bathroom to clean out good. He wanted that. I wanted it more. I then made my way to his apartment in 30 minutes where he buzzed me in. I knocked and waited, hoping I wasn't going to get some kind of troll.
The guy was no model, but he wasn't horrible by any means. A little heavier than "his" pictures portrayed, but he had a manly face, darkening moustache and salt and pepper hair - on head and rest of his face.
He had a Mediterranean thing going on - as I said to my guest blogger later that day, he was Italian or Greek...or a blend. He came right back with a Family Guy line, which made me laugh: "The hot chick who was Italian or some kind of Spanish.." ...as read by Betty White.
The plan was for him to breed my ass. Nothing about oral - just how he wanted up my butt. I could live with that. He said he had 8", but I wasn't sure. He wanted to restrain me too, but I hate giving up control and especially with someone I have not been with or met. I don't believe safe words exist when someone really wants to do harm.
"Strip" he said when I walked in. He dropped his pants and his dark complected dick was about 4" long - but it was soft. The coloring may have come from the fact that his dick and balls were bound up at least two different ways. I guess he was into restraints on me and on some of him. That's cool.
As I took off my clothes, I head him mutter, "nice!" as my shirt dropped. Secretly, I was thrilled that the last year at the gym had really been paying off, but he didn't need to know that. The pants came off, as did the boxer briefs. Then I was just standing in his living room - barely 4' from his door when he pointed to the floor.
Where I dropped my suit and dress shirt was right next to a table that he had laid out his leather restraints. I knew he wouldn't really use them, but I also know the psychology behind a guy like that want me to know that they are there. It was duly noted.
I sat my ass on his plush carpet and he put his soft cock in my mouth. It might have been him, it might have been my skills, but he didn't stay soft long. And he did grow to that 8". And it was fat! The best of both worlds.
He made me put my hands behind my own head so I wouldn't play with myself. He placed his hands there too. Then the face fucking began. It really wasn't a blowjob as much as an assault on my lips, mouth and throat. It worked for both of us. He was aggressive and actually made me gag once or twice, but I think that was more from the angle than anything. I'm a fairly skilled feallatist. Sure I brought my camera - I almost always do. I wasn't sure he'd be into it, but he was. He took a half dozen shots of his cock in my mouth or on my face. You get one shot here - and even that is edited out to protect the innocent.
None of this lasted long. He wanted the main event - and so did I.
He had already laid out a towel over an oversized leather ottoman in front of his couch. I was instructed to lean over it but not on it. He wanted my ass to be more in line with his cock as he stood behind me. He took out his Gun Oil, coated himself up, and positioned himself at my awaiting hole.
I won't lie - the first penetration was painful. That's what I get going for months of not being fucked. No one to blame but myself. To his credit, he held it there for a minute before sinking all the way in. With some breathing - I adjusted quickly and the fucking began.
The fucking, as it should be, was for him and him alone. I was the recipient, but not a partner in any way. I was there to fulfill a need - but I knew that from the word 'go', when I agreed to show up. Of course, I had a need too - and I was getting it. But since he didn't care about my needs or wants, why bother telling him. I was there for him.
I took the pounding like a good boy. Never once did I touch my cock, but never once could I. The way I had to position myself took both hands. Now and again, he'd reach to my chest and play with my nipples, which of course, I fucking LOVED. He never broke stride in his pumps. I don't know if he always fucked this hard or not, but if so, I could see why his wife might have not been happy. I suspect it was just years of pent of sexual frustration coming out.
He'd pull out to the edge of my hole and push it hard all the way back in. Then he'd grind and pull my hips back onto him - not that there was any way to get deeper, but I'll give him props for trying.
Finally I did say I had to lean onto the towel-covered ottoman. I couldn't keep myself propped up like that anymore. His body weight and sunk down onto it with me, never leaving my ass. His hairy torso went right onto my back. Now there was no where for me to go and he knew it. He just drilled me into the ottoman.
We were about 20 minutes into the ass-fucking at this point and he was sweating up a storm. So was I. I think he could control his orgasm at will - which is great, but I didn't know if he'd cum in 2 minutes or 40. At that point, I'm not sure I cared. As it turns out, it was closer to 6-8 more minutes.
He had me hanging so far off the ottoman, my head was almost to the floor, but away he kept sliding up my ass. Or his. He was making it his ass. He continually told me how he wanted to mark it - and to send me home with his load up me. He made it clear there'd be no cleaning up afterward - that I was to get my stuff on and get the fuck out.
As he fucked, he also mentioned some buds who'd love to fuck an ass like this. I said, "bring it on!".
That might have been what sent him over the edge. Unlike some guys who will stop to let their load flow into you - this guy just kept pumping as hard as ever as he shot his semen into my guts. Maybe he wanted it drilled WAY up there. Either way, it worked for me. He came for a long time and admittedly he said he had a 3-day load and always shoots big.
He stayed in me for maybe a minute before extracting his fat cock out of my hole. While there wasn't a popping sound, there was a popping feel. It felt great, but I felt so full and so empty at the same time.
He somewhat chatted with me, but per earlier instructions, I went right to my clothes to get out of there with no fanfare. The door was shut behind me and I walked to the elevator with a butt full of jizz.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
But I figured I have other stories - from my past. Nothing too recent, but of interest perhaps?
I was studying on campus and headed back to my crappy efficiency apartment on South Campus. As I was halfway home, I noticed a dark blonde haired man with at the time, requisite porn/clone moustache. ...and a nice worn leather coat. He noticed me too.
Enough so that in a few minutes, I found him following me - though he had no idea where I was going.
I'm not a paranoid man. Actually, I can be quite calculating, so I thought I'd play this out a little to see if he was truly interested. I stepped into a record store to see what there was to see (and to be seen). He stepped in also - not even really trying to scan music, but standing in sections so he could get a good view of me....and me of him. I think it was a go.
I headed out and he followed. I took a route that went up two alleys to the entrance of my building. He stayed behind at a decent distance, but he never stopped or gave up. I could hear him on the steps as I made my way up to the third floor walk-up. There was never anyone around in this building. In the year I lived there, I never met or saw one neighbor. Weird.
So he's behind by a number of paces and I just key into my apartment and leave the door cracked. Enough for him to know it's not an accident, but not blatant enough to look easy. HA!
The man is not shy - clearly. At this point, we've covered 25 minutes and 3/4 of a mile. He opens my door, enters, shuts and locks the door. I don't even turn around, as I'm standing at my desk/table looking at the mail. I know he's there and he knows I know. Neither of us are stupid.
I feel him behind me and without a word, he reaches around and undoes the buckle of my pants and then drops them to the floor. He doesn't have to do anything else. I bend slightly enough and put both hands on the desk to brace myself. I can hear the buttons on his 501s pop one by one.
I'm sure there was spit. He never left my side and I don't think he had lube with him. But soon enough he was placed at my ass and he started to push in. I held on to the table and let him do it. Still no words were said - but clearly we both knew from the moment we spotted each other who this would end up.
There was nothing long about this fuck. He had an average length dick, but it seemed fat. He plugged away and while there were no words, there were sounds. His grunts, my moans. Nothing loud. Luckily. I know the walls were fairly thin at a place like this.
He grunted loudly and I knew he was unloading. I didn't do a thing to stop him (as if!). Like some sort of public sex scene - it was just over. He pulled out and buttoned up and walked out. Never a word was spoken. I just took in his sperm.
In another place and time, I would have thought it was a dream or figment of my imagination, but I know it wasn't.
...and about six months later, he fucked me in one of the campus building. Similar scenario. But in stall, one is expected to not say anything and just do your business.
I will say, after that, I never saw him again.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
About a month ago I was out for drinks with a friend. We went to a few of the local hangouts. Problem is, my friend likes the trendy, Twinkie establishments and I prefer your neighborhood bar. After a while I was feeling bored and frisky. I said my goodnight to him and ventured out the nearby sleazy cinema. I paid my admission, bought a bottle of poppers and a couple of little pillows of lube, then went in.
In one of the upstairs rooms I saw a guy who fucked me before. He’s tall, lean, well hung, and a bit, um, slow. He was standing in the back row wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers fucking the hell out of a little black guy who was bent over a bench. I immediately walked over and established eye contact. I whispered, “Wish you’d do that to me.” He replied, “Bend over.” I was feeling especially sleazy so I stripped naked (good thing I wore my Birkenstocks) and bent over the bench next to the guy getting fucked. Mr. Slow came up behind me. I reached behind with a hand full of lube from one of the little pillows and slathered up his shaft. I hadn’t been fucked in a while and I knew that I would be a bit tight. He slowly pushed in until he was balls deep inside me. His hard, thick piece was stretching me out-in a good way. He fucked me full-force for about 10 minutes, then went back to fucking the black guy.
I took a break by sitting on the bench (still naked) and another totally naked guy (including no socks/shoes) came up to me and sucked my cock for a while. Now I never see guys walking around naked, so I assume that Mr. Slow started a trend. While all this was going on, another black guy with a nice 8 incher walks up to me. I start sucking his cock. A few minutes later I turn around and he shoves in. After being opened up by Mr. Slow, I was took him easily. It felt great. He pounded me long and hard for a good 10-15 minutes. He held on to the back of the bench and pulled himself into me. Then Mr. Slow and 8 incher switched places and gave it to us for another 5 minutes or so until we all needed a break.
I walked around the place for a while, swallowed a few loads and saw Mr. Slow get fucked by another naked guy (what’s up with that?). After a while I left and found Mr. Slow standing outside with a hand full of change, looking around at the ground. I asked what was wrong and he told me that he lost a dime and now didn’t have enough money to take the bus home. I felt bad and offered him a ride. He lived 15 minutes away in probably the worst area of the city. When we got to his place, he invited me in for another fuck.
He lived in a boarding house, cut up in lots of rooms. The only public space was a small hall (once the dining room) that had one cabinet, a stove and a sink. Mr. Slow’s room was the original kitchen, without cabinets or appliances, complete with tiled walls and a door to the yard. The place was a mess. I didn’t care, I stripped and bent over the filthy sofa. He instantly got rock hard and stripped as well. He got behind me and slid in. I was pretty sore, so I knew that this had to be short. He pounded me for 5 minutes, and then I turned around, put my legs in the air and took his amazing cock for 10 more until I jerked a load all over the two of us. I cleaned up, got dressed, exchanged numbers, said goodnight and left. I ran to my car and got the hell out of there.
Not bad for an otherwise boring Saturday night.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
In the meantime, I snapped a shot in my gym locker room the other day (ok - yesterday). It's an edited version for sure, as it showed most of my face too....or about half of it.
But I thought I'd post something and have something to show you.
I need to throw something out to my fans - don't you think?
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Ok, if I gave it even one second of thought, it’s not completely unreasonable to figure out how I get myself into some situations that are completely different than what I walked into. It is because I think with Bikeguy Jr. – that’s how.
So I answer a craigslist ad for a home gloryhole – for me to be the feeder. It is just so hard being a bottom in this town. I’m guessing the ratio is 1 top to 25 bottoms – and I think I’m being conservative.
Yes, so off I went to stick my eight inches into what was probably going to be a sheet covering a doorway, with a hole cut in it. I parked, walked in, walked up to his upper half of one house and found the door – and the sheet (nailed it!).
At first, I just unzipped and stuck my half-hard dick through. I will give him this – he was a good cocksucker. He had no issues taking my length or thickening base, all without using teeth.
The guy asked if I wanted a hit of poppers, so I said sure. I assumed he’s pass them through the hole, but no he had to go get them. I told him to forget it as the reason for the gloryhole was to remain anonymous.
Honest to god, he appeared from behind the curtain covering his eyes with me turning towards the wall for him not to see me. It was all so very junior high.
Back in, I was getting a bit of a popper high while he worked nicely on my dick. He then wanted to pull back the curtain and have me lay back on his couch so he could work on me better. I declined – at least at first. He was persistent.
I told him, I couldn’t risk him not being a decent looking guy (yes, I can be that shallow time to time). He was adamant that he was a good looking Italian guy. I caved.
Let’s just say, at one point he was probably a good looking Italian guy….but that might have been 100 pounds ago. He carried it all in his face, chest and belly.
The couch was not a couch – but a massage table. A professional one. I asked him how many guys came over here and ended up on the table. He alluded to that it was many. I don’t know how many were for legit massages, or ones with happy endings. And even on the latter – how that happy ending was achieved.
But I laid back and let him work me for a bit. While it was working for me, he claimed the angle to be bad for him. But he was right in line to lick my nuts and under my sack – so I told him to do that. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where to travel from there….and he did.
I love a tongue on and in my ass. It feels good. And it is usually a signal for what comes next. Next to some nipple play, it is the easiest way to get me to spread my legs (other than just saying “bend over!”).
His tongue and my reaction I think were all that were needed for him to take the logical next step. He figured out what was making me respond. Soon enough, his fingers were running along that hole – and then in it. As you’ve read here (or actually have not!), it has been a while since I’ve taken it up the ass.
This guys looks not withstanding, he was willing and I was able. And while I was willing to take it on the massage table, he didn’t think he could maneuver that. He had me come to his bed. Face down.
While in theory, that would have worked on multiple levels for me, he was having problems with the angle and positioning. Eventually I had to get on my back and spread my legs for him. He pushed in with little problem.
No, not because I’m a slut (I mean, I am), but because he just wasn’t that big. Not tiny, but not big. Maybe 6” I could feel him, but he wasn’t going to do any damage to me. And he could feel me too. My ass muscles would grab his shaft (on purpose) and I would see his reaction to my manipulations.
He was not the best fucker in the world, but let’s face it – neither am I. And he did invite me over to suck my cock, not fuck me – though he seemed very happy to be doing so.
The guy thought I was “gorgeous” (ick. Am not!) but if I got him off, that’s just fine.
And get off he did. Buried it in me. Though I didn’t feel it, judging by his reactions, the orgasm went on for quite a bit of time. And I do love it when a guy just keeps his cock up there. I milk it of course, extracting every drop he has, but it’s nice to feel it just IN me.
Though physically he wasn’t my top choice or anything, he had the balls to go for what he wanted and that’s admirable. Even better, he says he has a buddy with 9” who’d love a go at an ass like mine.
Who am I to say ‘no’?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Yesterday evening I was working from home and had gay.com on in the background. I was chatting with a few people but they all seemed to be from out of town, until I got an IM from someone local. He had no profile or photo. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and he told me that he was a top looking to fuck. I used the same tactic as last time and told him to leave the door unlocked and I would walk in and take it. I never asked for his age, stats, pic, etc. It’s the element of surprise that gets me off. The thrill of walking into a stranger’s house without even knowing what they look like somehow turns my crank. He gave me his address (no name or phone number) and I was on my way.
I arrived right on time, parked, and went to his house. The door was unlocked and the doorknob was a bit sticky, as if there was lube on it. I knew I was at the right place. I went in and found the place completely dark. I came into the living room and saw the silhouette of a tall black man in the room. I turned around, facing away from him and undid my shorts. He came up from behind and forcefully pulled my underwear down and bent me over a chair. The next thing I felt was a thick thick thick 8” cock against my ass. I heard him lube it up, then he shoved in. He totally stretched me out as he fucked me hard for the next 5 minutes. He stopped and told me to get on the sofa. I went over, kneeled on the cushion, and bent over. He got behind me and in he went. He was a powerful fuck. He rode me for a good 10 minutes or so, just pounding his huge tool in my ass. While still inside me he turned me so I was completely on the sofa as he joined me. He told me to lie flat, so I did and held on for the ride. He pounded me for a good 15 minutes more while I felt the full weight of him on me. Finally he got up and a few seconds later I felt my back and arms get hit by his huge load.
He got off of me and I got up off the couch. He was standing in front of me. He was a tall, dark skinned black man with a very friendly face. He was smiling, stroking hic cock and looking at me. I took that as a hint that he wanted me to get off as well. I started stroking, thinking about the pounding I just got and quickly shot a thick load into a towel that he had handy. It was funny, as I was getting ready to cum and started making those familiar sounds; he reached behind and turned on the TV to mask my grunts. I got dressed and prepared to leave. As we got to the door he told me to pretend that I was a contractor so his nosey neighbors wouldn’t suspect what we did, even though my shirt had wet spots all over it from his cum. As I opened the door he said, “I’ll let you know when I want you to come back to fix the stove.”
Clever man, huh?