Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Hometown Hotel Sex

This dates back a few weeks, but I’m only getting around to it now. Isn’t that always the way? Well, it seems to be lately.

I answered an ad by an ex-football jock type who was one day in town at his hotel room.

49, 6’0”, 190, salt & pepper hair, goatee. Looking to suck masculine men.

I qualified, or so I thought. He must have too as he responded to my reply immediately. My first question to him was “swallow?” The reply came back, “sometimes”.

I made it clear that sometimes was not an option it was a yes or no – and that answer would determine my arrival plans. I’ve done this enough to know that when pushed into it, they say yes, even when they mean no and then leave me hi and dry.

But he liked the pics of my dick so much, he agreed to swallow. I still went in with skeptisim.

I got his hotel, room and phone numbers. We made plans, I made calls when I was pulling up and parking. All was set.

The guy was as promised. An older ex-jock answering the door in t-shirt and briefs. I was there in suit and tie, just coming from work. Wedding band was firmly in place, as he asked (hopingly) if I was married. Since I said I was, I put on the props to make it so….or seem so.

He wanted to undress me completely, but I stopped him from taking off my tie. I told him I didn’t want to have to redress before leaving as I had a time limit and had to be home to the “wife”.

Tex (my name for him, as he is from Texas) dropped to his knees and took my hardening cock in his mouth. He did a more than admirable job. But that only last a bit as he didn’t like being on his knees that much. We moved it to the bed.

I laid back, head propped up on pillows watching Tex between my legs, licking my balls and the underside of my dick. Naturally, shortly after that, he enveloped my entire shift too. He is one of these guys you’d never expect to be a cocksucker at sight. I like that.

Tex liked the fact that I was straight. Clearly that is a fallacy. Oh well. But me being straight, in theory, gave him the gumption to push the limits. Hands went under my dress shirt and to my nipples. I responded the way I always do, but he got a charge out of it, that a straight man would feel these sensations that he thought I never really got before.

He took liberties with my nether regions also. His tongue went lower than my nuts, and while the reaction from me was genuine (it felt fuckin’ fantastic), the lie part came when he asked if I had ever had that done. I said ‘no’. It made him more brazen to lick even lower to my hole – which really got a reaction.

But my reaction sparked a chain reaction. Now he knew my hole was responsive to touch – and least tongue-touch. He thought he’d try other methods. Tex’s fingers found the hole and brushed ever so lightly over it. I flinched – in a good way. Not in a straight, I don’t do that, way. Tex took notice.

He worked on my cock with his mouth, then my nipples. My dress shirt was pushed up over them, the tie still dangling down over my torso. I put my head back so he’d know I was there to let him service me and that I was enjoying it.

Tex is what you’d expect from someone from that state. Forward. Brazen. Cocksure. So even for a cocksucker, it didn’t surprise me when he took the reins. Grabbing my head, he brought his lips to mine. I tried to “fight” it, but he was having none of it. He was going to make damned sure I kissed a man.

Yeah, I put up the struggle for a bit, but fuck he was a great kisser. His fat tongue pushed through my lips and into my mouth and throat. He was loving it – so was I, just not letting on. But he wasn’t about to stop just because he tackled that. He kept going. Tex wasn’t stupid enough to not notice how my cock responded. That only gave him more empowerment.

Tex’s hands were all over me and now outwardly teased my hole. After a while I didn’t try too too hard to fight it, but told him he shouldn’t be doing that. It didn’t really deter him that much.

He never went digit-deep, but he played on the outside and I could see the wheel turning inside. Before it went too far and I was exposed as the big old bottom fuck that I am, I told him I had to get going soon and to get back on my cock.

That shifted the power back to me a bit, because he did exactly as instructed. He worked my dick with his mouth and in a matter of minutes, I was blowing a nice creamy load into his mouth.

Any worries I had about him not swallowing quickly vanished. Big load with no gags or coughs – it slid right down his gullet. Just like a cocksucker.

He’s emailed me a few times upon a possible trip back here. He wants me again. We’ll see how much I give to him.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Return to Group Suck Off

It was only a week before I was back at Glenn's house for another round of three guys (myself included) getting sucked off.

This time, even though starting at 5:30, I showed up at 6p just to not be the first guy there. Wrong I was. Once again, I'm the first.

Glenn told me there were two others coming - Kyle and Leon. It amused me because without ever saying it, Kyle couldn't be a more white name and I just assumed Leon would be black. Jumping to conclusions - yes, but in the end, I was correct. He said Leon would be there in about 5 minutes.

He wanted my dick, but I held him off. I had no intention of even unleashing it before someone else showed up. Glenn did have a nice touch as he gently touched my nuts under my briefs. Other than that, I made him gnaw on the front of my pouch. Before the first guy got there, it was soaking wet.

Leon was not the next to arrive, it was Kyle. Maybe late 20s and on the heavy side. I wasn't sure about where he was coming from, but the way he treated Glenn, I was fairly certain he was a straight guy who didn't get much action. His dick was a decent thickness, but about 6.5".

I pulled out my dick as Kyle walked into the darkened room. I was standing at this point and at profile so anyone could see the nice 8+" that I have...even in silhouette.

I found Glenn's sucking improved for me standing instead of sitting like last time. Well, it felt better, but he couldn't seem to take it as easily down his throat in this position. No worries - I helped him to get it where he needed. Where I needed.

Eventually I pushed him off my dick and told him to go pay attention to his new guest, who was now sitting on the sofa. While Glenn did that, I plopped myself down too. Kyle threw his head back, reveling in the blowjob he was getting - that he probably got few other places. Clearly, this was not his first time here either.

Leon showed up during this. An older 50-ish man, he had a good body, though he never took off his shirt (nor did I - or my tie). He hung nicely for being soft. By the time he sat down, Glenn was back on my prick. I was determined not to be the first one to get off - this time I wanted to see some other guy cream his throat.

As Leon watched him blow me, I could see his dick start to rise. Not quite as long as mine, but a lot thicker. And so dark. Again, I pushed Glenn off me so he could take Leon down the throat. And though Leon enjoyed the bj, he told Glenn to suck Kyle after only a few minutes.

That was probably a good thing - as it didn't take more than 90 seconds before Kyle blew a big load in Glenn's mouth. Or a seemingly big load. We never saw it.

Leon then directed him to me. I'm not saying Leon was the ringleader at this point, but my guess is he's used Glenn more than others. To be honest, I couldn't help but reach over and give a few tugs on Leon's dick. In another place and time, I would have put my lips around his black meat. But that's not what this place was for.

Since I had not shot a load since the week before, when Glenn got my nut last, I was full and I was ready. I got verbal encouragement from both Kyle and Leon to pump it off into his mouth. Again, it was Friday evening and I had some place to be, so I actually obliged.

I've said before, I am good about controlling (for the most part) my orgasm - and can even shoot while being flaccid. I was rock hard this time though. I grabbed Glenn's head to steady him and then started shooting my sperm into his mouth. ....and I was verbal about it. Telling him to swallow and to keep going - just like the week before.

He was there for a long time, for the cum, the after effects and to clean me up. He immediately went down on Leon when he was done with me.

I stayed for a while to watch and Leon treated him like a true cocksucker. It was great. Closing his eyes, imagining who knows who else blowing him - but probably not Glenn. Grasping his head for full skull fuck. I really thought he might be close - but he wasn't.

I watched for a good 10 minutes and started to slowly put on my pants. Leon at this point had stood up and was really force feeding Glenn, but there now looked to be no end in sight. Good for Leon. Probably good for Glenn too.

I got my coat and shoes and made my way to grab drinks with friends. My balls a little lighter.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Group Suck Off

2009 continues my streak of giving loads as opposed to getting them. I’m not sure I’m down with this idea, but some of these things are out of my hands.

Take last Friday night. I went to this guy’s house who had sucked me a few weeks back. I didn’t write about it, but will catch you up now.

Glenn was a referral to me from some guy who had sucked me a LONG time ago. The guy referring almost knows he’s never getting my big dick again, but he keeps hounding me or throwing me favors like this in hope of turning the tide. But you can’t turn a tide – he just doesn’t seem to get that.

On a whim, I called Glenn. He was receptive to the idea and had heard about my penis. Fuck – who hasn’t? Or seen it? C’mon – look at it. It’s not so bad, right???

And it’s not like I’m a wallflower. Anyway, we made plans for me to go over the other week and I did.

In his house, I sat on his couch while straight porn played. Oh yeah – he might have thought I was straight and married. He assumed. I didn’t confirm or deny. And as it turns out, I don’t mind good straight porn. This was not, but eh, whatta gonna do?

Glenn started off good enough. The tongue on the underside of my shaft felt great and is everything I want a feeder to feel when I’m doing it to him. His mouth was fair, but to hear him tell it he was an expert cocksucker. He was ok.

He could get my cock all the way down his throat, but not without a little discomfort on my end. I can’t say it was really teeth I was feeling, but some kind of constriction and chaffing that remained obvious for the duration. I would tell him to watch his teeth, as that was the only thing I had to go on of what it actually might be. Now and again, he relaxed his mouth/throat enough to do it with less noticeable discomfort.

After a while I just pretty much willed myself to shoot and I delivered a one day load. The plan was for a 5 day load, but the day before, I found a guy to eat that (that’s another story, I guess). Even with a 24 hour build up, he took it all but mentioned how much cum there was.

I’ve used that line on guys to make the feel good about themselves, but the reality is, I usually do shoot a lot on a one-day load. And I could feel the pulses and the jizz was extracted. I thanked him and left.

A few weeks later, I was on his side of town and called him, as it was nearing the end of the workday and work week. He hemmed and hawed on meeting me until he told me he had one or maybe two other guys coming over to get serviced.


“Invite me”.

I was being pushy, for sure, but fuck do I like an audience. And I wanted to watch too. He told me to call back in 10 minutes so he could clear it. I did – and he did. It was a go.

I got there first. I’m nothing if not punctual. The door was left open. I left my shoes at the front hallway and made my way to the location as before. Porn playing. Lights dimmed. A pillow for him to kneel on while he performed his acts of “love”.

Glenn is a very average looking guy. I can say that, because I am too. I know from average. Late 40s with an ok body. If he had a dick, I never saw it as he kept it covered.

I thought we’d wait for the others to arrive, but after 10 minutes, clearly they were late or not coming. We got going. He gnawed on my crotch through my tan suit. I knew it would dry before I ever left his house, so I let him go at it – and I like doing it myself, so I like seeing things from a feeder’s end.

The cock was out in a relatively short time. Pants off. Briefs off. Dick out and hard. His mouth on my prick. It was basically the same scenario as before with the same results. To be honest, I’m proud that I could keep my cock so hard. But to be honest, I think it was in anticipation of two other guys sitting next to me on that couch.

After about 30 minutes, I assume no one else was showing when one guy did. Mike was his name, or so I was told. Mike had been there before. With the minimal talking that goes on at something like this, it was hard to do some information gathering. But Mike fessed up to being there three times before.

As Glenn went back and forth between us, Mike became a bit more verbal, but I wasn’t really pushing for information as these scenarios are supposed to be discrete. But Mike had a girlfriend and he wasn’t getting it at home. It was Glenn who coughed up that fact that Mike had been there three times that week! I think he is a very very frequent visitor.

Mike was a decent looking Hispanic guy. Maybe mid-20s, husky body, but not fat. His dick was though. Maybe 5.5”, but thick. He sat right next to me watching my rod get swallowed, and then I’d return that favor and watch his disappear.

I was kind of holding off but the teeth or whatever were beginning to distract me and the dick was feeling it and it made it harder to keep, well…..hard. But just then, John came in the door.

This guy was not an ideal. Very thin and not attractive. And very very gay. Or at least, gay-acting. In any other world he’d have been the one on his knees, but fuck – look who is talking writing here! I shouldn’t cast judgment.

But having a third gave BikeGuy Jr. a new life….for a while. I knew time was limited though. Glenn was working for it too. I think he wanted to get me off and then get to the other two. That’s ok, I had places to be and at this point had been there for almost an hour.

The words, “faggot” and “cocksucker” may have come out of my mouth. While John was silent on this, Mike certainly agreed that Glenn was just that. Looking at Mike looking at Glenn take me down, I got aroused and held onto Glenn’s head and popped off my nut.

This one was a five dayer and he struggled a bit – against the load. Against my hand, which was holding him firm. I told him in no uncertain terms to "keep swallowing. I’m not done yet!” He got it. In every sense of the words.

Glenn did take it all….just like the time before. With barely missing a beat, he moved on to Mike. I would have loved to have stayed and watched, but I did have to get moving. I guess that is the problem with going first – I think it would have been hotter to see Mike blow in his mouth and then take my turn.

Maybe next time.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Hairy Man Fuck

Man - I am sorry for being such a lazy douchebag lately. Combination of work, home-life, weather and general malaise. I will try to be better. For this, I give you what I consider one of my hottest encounters in a while (back in Dec!). I 've struggled with it, because, I cannot seem to convey what a hot time it actually was. But I'll try.....

I was in my hotel room in DC in December. As usual, it was late afternoon and I was back from a day of working and client visits. As usual, I was perusing craigslist and manhunt for some activity.

I didn’t have to look long, or even post an ad. A guy with a very appealing profile on MH messaged me. Winked, actually. Normally, I don’t respond to those. I’m not a prick about them like some are, but they usually mean nothing to me. But from the pic he had posted, I was more than intrigued.

45, 6’, 175, masculine, 7.5” and HAIRY. Not normal man hair, but real real real man hair. I believed I teased you with a cropped pic a month or two ago of him. Here is one that I took of him.

Hair like this anymore is a rarity. It is usually manscaped or something. This guy was having none of that, and I was loving it. Completely.

We exchanged a few messages via MH and then it progressed to a phone call – which, lets face it, is not the norm. Maybe he just wanted to hear if I came across as masculine. As it would turn out, he was in his office alone. Before long, his cock was out (mine already had been – as I like to be in the hotel buck naked) and he was in danger of getting too excited. He said he’d call me when he got home from work in an hour or so. True to his word, he did.

During that call, he was being coy. I don’t think he was being mean, just playing it safe as he wasn’t sure how far out on a limb he could get me without freaking me out. HA! Clearly he’d never read this blog, or he’d know how easily I don’t scare.

“David” showed up at my hotel room in track pants and a very tight, white nylon athletic shirt. Coming out of the collar of that shirt were tufts of brown hair. As for his head, David had a balding crown, which he worked well (not everyone does!) and a goatee. All natural colored and looking very masculine.

Immediately our lips locked. I knew from the word go, that not only would we have the sex, but the intimacy that could go along with it. As you’ve seen here, the majority of time, it is about the mechanics of sex – which is just fine! But now and again you see that even in its animal instinct phases, there is, for lack of a better word – passion.

This isn’t ‘love’, it is just personalizing the sex a bit more than ‘bend over’. I have been a huge fan of both.

Our hands were all over each other. Eventually, we stripped each other.

The man had an incredible body. But for that, he was very humble about it. In turn, I have a very average body but he seemed to revel in it – calling me "gorgeous". Admittedly, I was a little flattered and a lot embarrassed, as I know that is not the case. I also know attractions are in the eye of the beholder, but nothing about me warrants that kind of reaction. …what can I say, I’m self-loathing.

David was a great kisser and it was hot to feel his lips against mine – and our goatees against each other. Hands roamed everywhere, from both of us, while this went on – exploring each other and getting very into it.

David’s dick was out and hard (as was mine). It was a nice length and as you can see, it is straight as an arrow (and a really really nice vein that goes around it about an inch below the head). I’m not one of these guys who expounds about curved over straight shafts – they are all good and you just have to adjust to taking them certain ways depending on what you get.

I went down on my knees – not that David didn’t help me a bit on that job, but it is not like I was protesting where he had to force me. I know my place. I absolutely loved being there and taking his prick into my mouth.

I loved the feel and taste of it. I loved his reaction.

David insisted on showering before coming over, even though I told him this was unnecessary. I don’t mind the musk of a man – in all the places I would smell or taste it, which were to be many.

In short order, I did bend him over the bed. My tongue zeroed-in on his ass. I think most guys love getting their hole eaten. I love doing it on someone who has either never had it done, or at least never had it done with talent. If I may pat myself on the back, it is one of those talents I do have down. David found that out.

I’m a big fan of mixing up how it goes. I like putting my tongue flat against the hole. I like lapping at it either in long or very very short strokes. I like flicking my tongue. I love running it in circles around the hole – and even up and down the crack. Snaking it in and out of the hole is important, as is the tongue-fuck. Then there are the positions: him bent over, him on his back with his legs up and him sitting on my face. To me, it is almost vital that all of these things happen. It is time consuming to say the least, but when you’re going for the reaction and their pleasure – it is totally worth it.

I also leave them cleaner than they arrived. I’m a giver!

David had me hot since the phone call and he did not disappoint in person. I made him say what he wanted and while still being coy, he was a little more clear. His dick: My ass. Raw.

It was more that last part he skirted, as I think he wasn’t sure how I’d respond. He needn’t have worried. Not only do I love it skin-to-skin, I really wanted to feel all of him…and him alone.

David made sure I felt all of him. Every inch. Every ridge. Every thrust. The guy was a dynamo in bed - and clearly had had some practice. This is good. I know men who like the inexperienced, but I have no patience for that shit.

He would say over and over how hot I was, and again, while nice to hear, it made me feel more than self-conscious. I could say it back to him with no problem, because it was 100% true.

As we built up sweat, he said this was a good thing, as he hold his bf he was at the gym. The guy was definitely getting a work-out and so was I. We were all over the place and the room and in all different positions.

I have him (and he gave me) a good 90 minute work-out. It was a beautiful thing.

We finished with me on my belly and him pounding me from, obviously, above - on top of me. He wasn't being hateful as he pushed my head into the bed - just over zealous and in heat. He was muttering how he wanted me to take all of him. All, he said.

Yes, you guys can take that all sorts of ways - and so can I. I know what I'm doing when I do this with a guy. I knew what his hesitation could have meant when he wouldn't say exactly what he wanted. I knew what he could have meant when he said "all".

He was so into it and into me, I wanted him so badly. I begged him for it. He delivered. Big time. I could feel the man throb in me for what seemed like minutes. Maybe it was. He just laid on top of me, staying in me. All of him.

David could have easily got up, dressed and left - and I would have been just as satisfied. But he was insistent that I got off too - and he made sure of it with his fist. His manly hand clenched my dick and pumped and pumped till I spewed my seed all over me.

If he had been spent after his orgasm, I was that times 10. I had a full-grown hairy man on me for an hour making me sweat, while feeling his. And I'm not that passive of a bottom - we worked like a well oiled machine - except we used no oil - only spit. David didn't believe in any lube but spit. Totally HOT!

But he didn't just leave. I mean, we both knew he had to go, but he took his time dressing - and in between each article of clothing, we'd make out with a passion.

Naturally, it wasn't meant to be - in the bigger picture, but my next visit to town I know we'll do a repeat encounter.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

So there are goods and bads with being on social and professional networking sites (LinkedIn, Facebook, etc) People find you - whether you want them to or not.

Some are nice surprises, but now and again, you hope you were long done with these folks. This is not a story of the latter, but the former.

“Len” was someone I looked up to – literally. Standing 6’8” or so, he towered over me by a good 5”. Not that he wasn’t handsome back in the day. He still is. I have a thing for taller guys – or at least guys near my height, if not larger.

Len caught up with me on one of these aforementioned sights. I accepted his invite to connect and then we started exchanging some emails. I should mention, we’ve “known” each other for over 20 years – though physically we haven’t been together for about 15 of that.

I didn’t know Len socially. Yeah, I’d see him at a bar (how could you not?), but it’s not like we talked or flirted. My memory is cloudy on how, but we did connect – obviously. I’m assuming it was at and end of the night – the bar is closing and all the fags are out on the sidewalk, hoping for an after-hours or hook-up, or both.

As it turns out, Len lived about two blocks from me. I must have given him my phone number because at 3a the phone rings. I’m not sure who ends up being/sounding more desperate: the guy who calls, or the guy who answers. He got my address and in a matter of minutes I was letting him in the door.

Now at this time, I live in a four-plex(?). An older building that had two upstairs and two downstairs apartments. At least I was up – less noise. But everything had great detail and wood floors. I also had a wood bedframe which might not have been the most stable.

Both of us being drunk or tipsy, we shed our clothes fast. I should also mention most of our encounters took place in the heart of summer. And as you might be able to gather, this building was old enough that there were no AC units.

It probably wasn’t practical, but we moved directly into the bedroom. I barely fit on the bed and even my toes hung over. There was no way Len was fitting at all. But we weren’t there to sleep.

I’m sure there was cocksucking (me doing him), but what it really came down to was fucking. It always does.

While Len was tall, he was fairly average – you know………down there! But the man knew what to do with it.

During our emails this last week, he was going on about how ‘great’ I was in bed. I can’t vouch for that, but at least as a team we had the process down to an art – and that was from the first time and from the word ‘go’.

We had lube and we used it, but as it turns out, we probably never needed it. With the sauna of an apartment, the no AC and the motion, it turns out sweat is an incredible lubricant. It was like someone poured grease all over us.

Our legs and chests moved together like nobody’s business, to say nothing of his cock in my ass.

That rickety bed got a workout. That headboard, while not hitting my crown, was certainly doing some work against the wall. Mind you, each apartment was set-up the same, so it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out my neighbor was most likely right below us if she was home. Not, it doesn’t take a genius, just an observant, polite neighbor – which at 3:00a – 4:00a on a Saturday night, I was not. Naturally, every window on the place was open too in hopes of getting some kind of breeze. I’ll assume the folks in my building and the ones next door had theirs open too.

These were also the days of real poppers. Not the shit you get now but real ones that could really put you in orbit for a few minutes. Len always had them with him – they were always good. He would always feed them to me so he could leverage that large body into a pile driver. Like I said – he was really really good at what he did.

Each and every time, he’d bury himself up my ass to bury his load. I gladly took it – not that I was ever asked. I guess when eventually you leave your door unlocked for a guy to just walk in during the middle of the night, while you waited in your bedroom, prepped and ready, there are some expectations.

Len’s and my sessions would last at least an hour – and we had multiple of them over the course of the two years I lived in that building. Always late night bootie calls. After we were done, without fanfare, he would throw on his shorts – sans underwear – and head out.

We see each other out and sometimes chat, but nothing really. It is not that we didn’t have anything to say or that we were unlikable to each other – it wasn’t that kind of relationship. Looking back, could it have been? It is way too hard to make that kind of guess. I would have had t get a bigger bed though.

So during these emails that were exchanged over the last week, I told him my almost embarrassment for our behavior with my nice downstairs neighbor, Robin (I didn’t really care about the other two – or think it affected them that much, if at all).

Len goes on to tell me that he ended up meeting and knowing Robin after our time together. When asked how she knew him and then him with me, she told him she’d look out her front window when he left.

1. It’s not hard to figure out when we were done, as the bedroom stopped shaking and the moans of ‘I’m cummmmmmmmmmming’ subsided. And the traipsing across the hardwood floors to the front door and the noise on the steps.

2. It’s not hard to probably recognize one of the few men in town who were that tall. As Len has a highly recognizable job, I guess it is not too far out there that he crosses paths with many – so that they met isn’t too weird.

Robin was smart and put 2+2 together. Though Len never said he apologized for our activities, he did say she wished her sex life was as half as good as ours was and that she got a bit turned on when she knew he was over. Sitting there reading his email on that disclosure, I had a glimmer of pride and embarrassment all at the same time.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

New High

This last month I bested my hits by almost 5,000. Not bad - hopefully for you guys or me.

I'm greatly appreciative you guys chose to come back and that I continue to get new readers.

I still have a few new stories in me, and then of course, a few years worth that are sitting out there untouched to still bring back. I might have to use those, as my work-travel has been curtailed severely.

I will have to cultivate new 'relationships' (not emotional ones, mind you) here in town and somehow translate those to good stories for here. This could be a challenge, as I've never connected that much with men in my own city.

Fear not - I'm up for it. And of course, anyone who has new, innovative ideas on how to get laid - I'm open to hearing them.

Thanks again for coming back.