Friday, December 31, 2010

I Fed Him His Own Load

Another afternoon at the bookstore and it was an ok time. As you know I haven't posted in a bit, but that doesn't mean I've been dormant.

And you know I've been struggling with fighting for the bottom all the time. It is tough. And yes, I have a big dick and have learned from the best - and actually, the worst - so in certain ways, I could pull off being a great top. My mind just isn't there.

...and if my mind isn't, my dick isn't either.

That being said, in the bookstore the other day, I ended up sucking off a very average guy with a very average dick. He had a good load though. Nothing special overall.

But as I was sitting in that booth afterwards, one of the hottest guys that has ever been there presented himself to me.

He was young (maybe late 20s), a great angular face and what would turn out to be a killer body - dick included. Of course, he was looking for a top. I somewhat provided that.

The boy wasn't shy. Yes, we had onlookers and while he might not have wanted them there, he enjoyed an audience. You know I'm down with that.

As much as partially loathed it, I knew he'd call me "Daddy" and I immediately fell into calling him 'boy'. On another level, it felt right.

He sucked me. I made him suck one of the guys in the doorway. He ate my ass quite a number of times. I actually would have fucked him too - right there. The poor kid said he wasn't 'prepared' to be fucked.

I asked how unprepared was he, and he wasn't quite sure, so I left it at that. Not to say I didn't have his hole twitching a bit with not only my cock rubbing up and down his crack, but my thumb up his hole. He smelled clean, but if he wasn't willing to risk it, why should I?

The kid was appropriately shy at times. In that dark booth, I swear I could see him blush when I complimented his body. Truly what sculptures would work from. And not a hair on it - naturally. Sure atop of his head and his bush, but his legs, chest and ass were smooth as a new born. Normally, I do not go for that at all, but it complimented his muscles and lack of body fat so well, it turned me on.

Equally, he was turned on by my chest hair and when I dropped my pants, my hairy legs and ass. The kid even got me to take one of my shoes and socks off so he could see hair on the tops of my feet and toes. It turned him on so much he sucked my toes. As much as it tickled me, I manned up and let him do it.

It was also hot to see him on his knees in that booth worshiping me. Very unexpected.

One of the guys watching was so hot he shot all over the floor and onto the poor kids nice pants. Black ones. Yeah - that's never gonna come out fully.

Yeah, he sucked my dick and did a good job at it. Then he wanted to eat my ass (again), right there for all to see. Go for it, kid - I thought. He liked my man funk. I hadn't showered that day and had worked out earlier. I was smelling and tasting like all man. Not for everyone, but he didn't seem to mind at all. I certainly didn't.

He was running out of time and I wasn't ready to cum. But I wanted to eat his ass too.

Those tight hairless buns and that sweet hole were great for munching on and slipping my tongue deep into. He either loved it or was a great actor. I'd like to think it was the former, but I've been that guy who can make it the latter. Hell, he'd been in the booth with me at that point for 45 minutes - he must have liked it or he would have been gone - right?

But my eating his ass must have turned him on a bit. After a while he said he was too close and going to cum. I spun him around and took it into my mouth. It was a good load, but I wouldn't qualify it as great.

Here is how unselfish I am. My M.O. would normally be to swallow that entire thing. I didn't ingest any of it. I held it, stood up and wrapped my hand around his neck and drew him to me.

I kissed him and deposited his own load in his own mouth. I pulled back and then held his mouth shut, providing his only recourse - swallowing his own seed.

I guess we could have snowballed that jizz, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but at that moment, it didn't matter. He took it like a champ. Then he had to go.

Not before he insisted I take his number. I did.

I haven't tried it to see if he was tossing me bullshit, but you know, if it is legit, I would totally breed that ass.

Yeah - you heard me right. I'll keep ya updated.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Hot Married Cheater

5'9" 175 very athletic 42 married read his response to my CL ad. He was seemingly all of those things. ...that and a nice 7" dick.

To say he is a serial cheater is like saying I'm celibate.

He's married, has a girlfriend and has a regular cocksucker. How he found even 20 minutes for me is impressive. He even put me off once because his girlfriend texted him and wanted to get fucked. He obliged..........then came over.

"Brian" told me he fucked his girlfriend an hour or so before he came over and hadn't washed up. I told him not to.

Yes, I went down on him with this girl-dipped dick. It wasn't horrible by any means. And fuck man - he was hard (again) and into it, so why shouldn't I have just gone with it? So I did.

I love guys who are this sexual. Whether it is addiction or not, I don't know, but the guys who need this much attention are so into it, it is borderline hot and perverted. Neither are a bad thing.

He stood in my hotel room with his pants unzipped and unbuckled. The opening was butterflied almost - the pants were never dropped, just enough to expose his cock, bush and to pull out his balls.

It was a nice meaty 7", just like he said. I could see why his wife, gf and cocksucker liked it. I could see why he was always in need. But that was more his brain than his rod.

He stood there trying to demean me with nasty names. It was hot, but if he thinks he was getting to me mentally that way, that train has long left the station. It is more of a turn on to me than verbal abuse.....but fuck, like I said, it turned him on and me.

He was rock hard too. Again, impressive since he had just did the deed. I had to work at it a little harder, but I was into it, he was into it, we were going to make it succeed.

Part was him standing there letting me work my mouth and tongue in expert fashion. Some of it was him gripping my head and fucking my face. I'm good with both of those methods.

The closer he got, the harder he got and the more verbal he got. All turn-ons.

I can't say his load was plentiful when he popped in my mouth, but really I wasn't expecting him too. As much as he plays, how much juice could be in those bags at any one time?

Like with his gf fuck, he just tucked back in without cleaning himself off. I think he goes around trying to smell like sex. Maybe that's what keeps him going.

I'd do him again for sure....maybe though on a day he doesn't do it with someone else. I'll let someone else have sloppy seconds.......or thirds.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Columbus - Better than the Night Before

42, 5 10, 6.5-7 cut, mod hairy with short dark hair and eyes, was how his response to my CL ad read.

Having had lived in this city umpteen billion years ago it seems, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Especially the people.

The guy didn't have enough brains to create an email account that didn't include his entire real name. One I recognized. One I knew of (but not knew) when I lived here oh so many years ago. A quick search brought up info on him and an image confirming it was who I thought it might be.

Maybe he does have brains and just doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. I certainly have more respect for him if that were true.

I had alluded to my like for having my chest played with and how that got me into trouble. He took all the right signals of what that could mean for him and went with it. Not the best looker, but he was smart.

He came over when he said he would and came up right behind me and rubbed my nipples through my t-shirt ever so gently. Perfect.

The guy knew how to use those hands too and soon he could have done anything to me. But we all know what that 'anything' was.

There was a little sucking but not a lot - on either of our parts. We got right down to business. He had this to work with, which actually was nicer than he described.

We got down to some serious fucking. Almost all positions.

This was an ok day/morning but not a warm one. The guy sweated like no one's business. He was dripping all over me, be it on my back or front - depending on if I were on my back or bent over. We did it all.

It wasn't a short fuck....maybe 40 minutes. He took his time and I let him. I was in no rush to go anywhere and he was doing an admirable job.

I'm not sure why but at the last second he pulled out and shot all over me. I guess it can be kind of hot, but I was not sure of the rationale for it all. It seems like a waste to me, but that's me. We all have our likes and dislikes.

There was no heartfelt goodbyes. He just pulled on his jeans and walked out the door. I beat off and checked out of the hotel.


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Columbus Fail

35, 5'11,193 lbs,don't worry gentlemen its all muscle.

So said his Manhunt ad. It also said he was all bottom. But my ad pretty much says the same thing - so why would he contact me?

He did have a great body.

...and he wanted to suck me. But his ad said he wanted to take it up the ass. I kind of relented - partially in hopes of maybe he'd use his big dick on me instead.

And you don't have to tell me - I hate when guys try that switcheroo with me, yet here I was doing it for the same scam. Guilty as charged.

It turns out I shouldn't have bothered.

He did show up, though 40 minutes late. I had already turned out the lights and gone to bed in my hotel room. He looked ok, but not nearly as good as his pics. He was way worn out - tired, haggard and just iffy.

He sucked ok, but I wasn't really into it. It turns out what he really wanted was for me to tail him. I tried, but you know me - I wasn't great at it. I got it in, and out - a few times....but I couldn't keep stiff enough to make it happen. We tried a number of positions.

He went down to suck me than to eat my ass. He was ok at it, but nothing great. He was way too everything.

That is when I realized he was probably tweaked and just a little too high to do anything. He couldn't keep his dick hard either though he furiously beat off enough to stand up and cum right on my asshole that he was just eating.

Well some went on my ass, the rest dripped down onto the bed that I had to sleep in that night.

I was ok to see him go. A wasted opportunity, I suppose....for both of us.

Friday, November 05, 2010

BikeGuy Top

After a killer week of work, I needed to blow off some steam.

I had ideas of what I wanted to do, what I thought I needed: that was to be placed on my knees or bent over. Either way I would have been a happy man. Alas, plans change.

I was traveling and finally nearing home and opted to throw my suit coat in my back seat and head into an adult bookstore. Surely there, at the end of most people’s work day, I’d find what I needed/wanted.

Not a lot of cars, in the lot, but enough.

Inside it was not a pretty scene. Folks old enough to my grandpa, others just too obese (not large, but obese) to even consider. That’s my thing. We all have types and that’s not mine.

I went into a booth and hung out watching bad porn. This guy comes by who wants to suck my dick - or so he says. I didn't quite recognize him at first, but like so many people there, a pattern emerges of timing and behavior. I nodded. Down he went.

When after doing an ok suck job, he looked up from between my legs, he said he'd take it up the ass if I wanted him to. That is when I remembered hooking up with him before.

Silently, I signaled him to stand up and turn around. He did as told. He was tight. More to the point, I was thick and he hadn't put enough spit onto my shaft or his hole.

He pulled off a few times to relubricate my dick for his hole. He was still having a little trouble adjusting but he managed. I helped him manage. With my hand on the back of his neck, I pushed him over a bit and his head into the wall and told him to 'shut the fuck up and take it'. He did.

I mostly did that for the guy who appeared at the open booth door to watch. He was a built black man that I had played with in the past, but for right now, he was watching. But he didn't stay.

The guy I was boning told me to 'pound my hole', so I did. Unfortunately, I get carried away sometimes - and clearly I was working out some aggression. But hey, he asked. I further held him to the wall, but it got him too excited and I knew what was about to happen - and I knew what the aftermath would be.

I told him to get his hand off his cock, and tried to smack it away, but he did not listen of comply.

He came. ...and I knew what he'd be done with me once he was done w/his orgasm.

I called him a 'stupid fuck' and told him to get out.

I had to go wash my dick, because even though he looked clean and all, it had ass smell all over it.

After that was done, I walked around some more but had not shaken my top-like mood that I somehow got in. That is not what I walked in the door with. Oh well, I went with it. Sometimes you just have to.

Now into another booth I sat and watched one of the few other non-AARP card carrying members in the place take the one across from me. I'd say he was late 20s, maybe early 30s. Great head of hair and a full beard - and you could tell, a total cocksucker. I let him come over.

Down he went too. He did a much better job at sucking than the last guy, but he could use some coaching. I let him work on me for a bit and we had the occasional guy come by for a gander, but most I waved on. ....then came the black guy again.

He stood. I didn't wave him on. He pulled out his pud to work on. At some point I pulled my cocksucker off me spun his head around and pushed it down on our new friend. Both guys were way into the scene. It worked for me.

The black guy was nicely vocal about 'the cocksucker' and the cocksucker reacted as appropriately as possible with a mouth full of chocolate dick.

The guy on his knees went back and forth for a few minutes until the black guy was ready to unload. There were a few exchanges between the two of us, about how close he was, what he was gonna do with it, how big of a load he know the drill.

I leaned down to the cocksucker and said in his ear, "you WILL swallow every drop". And he did. The black guy really talked him through it but never got all "I'm cumming" about it, but you knew he was. Actually, that was hot. At least to me.

The black guy then turned the cocksucker my way for me to finish off. I loved he didn't leave and stayed until I had done my deed.

There was more exchange between the two of us which took me to the edge. Yeah, I told them all I had a big load and I was gonna choke the guy. Basically I did too.

I held him down tight and blasted off. And kept blasting. Hey, I shoot big.

He kept up with the flow........for a while. Then he struggled. He pulled back, or tried to, so he could accommodate the volume of sperm.

I muttered a few things, like that I wasn't done yet and to keep on taking it.....and the black guy was totally eating it up. You could tell through his smirk.

I made the sucker clean me off and then I tucked in, walked past them off and walked out. I was done.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Updated Blog Roll

I know I have some blog roll pruning to do. Many guys I linked to have gone dormant or completely off-line. I hate that you guys keep clicking on stuff that has no activity - or no actual URL. So I'll be doing that over the next few weeks.

I'll also be adding, I'm sure.

Take for instance this new blog: Adventures of a Big Dick Vers Guy.

He is a frequent and long time reader of my blog and I'm happy to say that he took my hint that he should start his own blog, just based on our conversations. He always turns me on - and hopefully he will do it for you too.

He just started, so give him some time to find his style and such. But he's off to a great start.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

3 of 3

After reveling in my car about the blowjob I just gave (and drying off, as by now it was pouring!), I drove around the park one last time - because you know there is always something better or different. Isn't that how an addict thinks?

Let's just say this was more of the latter than the former. But at least there was more.

An older gentleman parked next to me, maybe in his late 50s. Silverish, yet blonde, hair with a matching moustache. Not attractive or ugly, just average. ...and he was working his rod, below the car window level. You can tell from the movements.

He was kind enough to show me.

He asked what I was looking for and I silently nodded at what he was working on. He lived 2-3 blocks away and I followed him. We went upstairs without a word. He stripped down, I felt no need to. Yeah, I took out my dick, but that's it.

He sat on the edge of his bed, I got to my knees. The cock looked bigger in the car than it did right in front of me. Less than 6.5", I'm guessing. Ok thickness, but like him - average.

Even so, I was happy to be down on a dick. I treated it nicely. I did the deep dive. I did the head swirl. I did the tight mouth and the loose one. I licked the underside of his shaft ever so lightly that usually makes guys tremble with excitement. He was no different.

At one point I came off his dick and he thanked me for 'taking my time'. While I'm happy doing the quick blo n go, I like to practice my craft too.

I will say this for the guy - quiet! Not a peep. Not a sound, a moan, a word. Since we were in a big house all alone, there was no background noise either. It was quite odd actually. I tried to engage him in dirty talk, but he wasn't biting. Oh well.

I went back to work. On his dick, that is.

More of the same. And then I felt it. His hand on the back of my head. Fuck how I love that.

It made me more excited and it certainly got him harder. ROCK hard. His assertiveness turned him on as much as it did me. I knew it wouldn't be long.

I took a few more minutes to suck and edge him but eventually his hand gripped even tighter and he spasmed and the load flowed into me. It was a good amount, but not heavy jets. No strong taste, one way or the other.

He lay back, I put on my shoes and walked downstairs and out the front door.

Friday, October 22, 2010

2 of 3

After I was done with the below average guy, I had a bit of time before I needed to get back to my actual job. I headed to a park.

This park is mostly open space and guys cruise around in their cars and take their business elsewhere. At least that has always been my experience.
But at early afternoon on a cold and now rainy day, anyone at this park was there for pretty much one reason: hook-ups.

Of course, in the middle of the day, you get the elderly (and I do mean OLD) or the unemployed (I mean, a little down on their luck and don't feel the need to shower each and every day). Clearly, you had others too: me. Employed, unshowered and not elderly - or at least not AARP level, or in many cases, should have their license revoked due to age.

The almost infirmed and the icky would pull up next to me and I'd just shake my head in a ''s not gonna happen' way, or just never look up until they got the hint. The advent of the smartphone as a distraction in places like that has been a blessing.

But soon a nice looking car with a nice looking gentleman pulled up a few spaces away from me. A few too many spaces away for any kind of verbal communication, if one desired. The pouring rain did not help matters. Nor did the somewhat steady stream of cars that kept passing by, as they do when two somewhat normal looking men start to take interest in each other. It becomes a potential public show and the flies are all over that shit.

The guy, who was there for a bit, was probably shorter, dark hair with specks of grey, not only in his full head of hair, but his full, but neatly trimmed beard. I don't show anything out in public there, because you just don't know and he wasn't making the first move. Eventually, he moved on with the cars that seemingly would never end passing us by. I stayed for a bit and then moved down to a lower level within the park.

I parked way over near nobody...and then checked email. When I looked up, a few cars away, but standing outside, was Mr. Goodlooking. And yes, he confirmed his lack of height. He looked my way and then headed down a steep embankment towards the lake. I gave him a few minutes and made my way down and followed.

As often as I've been in this park, I've never ventured down this terrain, let alone in the rain...and the mud. It was safe to say, not many people would be bothering us with these elements in place.

He was well down a path I had never seen but at least he was in sight - and he knew I was following. Excellent.

Still I was hesitant. I don't normally play in the parks, because of, you know, getting busted. That's definitely a downer.

He stopped in an area and I went a few feet further and stood. I wasn't one for making the first move. Again, being busted is not high on my list. He played with himself. I did a little pocket pool myself. He came closer, I stayed still. He reached for my crotch, I let him.

Eventually he unzipped me, played with me through my briefs and eventually fished out my 8" dick. I wasn't happy where we were standing so moved down the path a bit, a little more secluded but more importantly, had more tree cover to lessen how wet we were getting from the rain.

The man certainly was part Latino, and had a wickedly hot smile. Teeth to die for. Made him even more handsome than just his full beard.

The guy went down on me and had a really nice mouth, but I wasn't really there to get sucked. While down there, he pulled out his dick. Respectable length, like 6.5" with what was seemingly a thin shaft. It was hard to gauge since the head was disproportionately large. It made anything that went below it seem thin.

He stood up and I crouched down and took him into my mouth. He loved it. I knew I was doing a good job and made me validate my abilities after that last encounter.

We traded off a few more times, clearly it was myself who spent more time down there than he was. It is not that I think he wasn't into it, but he probably picked up on the idea that I was INTO it. Really into it.

During one of the times we were standing and admiring each other (well, at least I was admiring him), I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I really want to feel that head of yours expand in my mouth".

Now, I don't think I was keeping any secrets of what I really wanted, but I like the mystery and for him to interpret the way he wants. True, it could backfire, but I felt confident that he got the message and agreed with it.

At one point he was close, really close, and someone came down the path. While I don't mind being watched, I didn't know this guy's take on it and it's always nice to be watched by someone hot. The guy on the path was not. But you know my theory - if you're gonna play in public, you can't expect it to be private.

The guy didn't stick around and kept walking. Latino guy let me go back down on him and down I went. My nose, right into his bush.

It didn't take me long to get him back to the point he had been at a few minutes before. If nothing else, it edged him a little, maybe plying a bigger load my way. I felt a hand on my head and I knew it was coming. I was waiting for it - anticipating.

Unlike the first guy, this latino man fired 5-6 healthy shots that went right to my tonsils. You could feel the seed hitting the back of my throat before the rest flooded my mouth. He was everything the first guy was not.

Not a sound was made by the man standing over me, yet he just kept unloading his balls into my mouth. I swallowed happily. He seemed happy that I was.

He watched me gulp it all, then squeeze and lick what little came out afterwards.
I stood and I think he would have loved for me to pump my load all over the mud and leaves that lay below us. But I wasn't really willing to do that.

He reached up and pinched my right nipple and you know how those things are just on switches for me. Had he done that earlier, I would have bent over for him, instead of go to my knees. I told him as much. He grinned.

Then he reached behind to feel my ass through my 501s. I did him one better.....I dropped them so he could really feel. He made that face of like "ohhhh yeah......I'd so like to hit that". You know the pursed lips and the inhale with the lusty eyes look? He had that.

He took his big hand and rubbed my hairy ass and then gave it a little smack...very lightly. I looked at him and nodded. He hit harder. Then a little harder.

None of it was that hard, but I think that was he didn't want to make too much noise out there where sound traveled. He stood behind me and rubbed his now jean-covered crotch against my crack, and for a moment, I was hoping he'd unzip and be back at attention.

However, two guys just then were seen in the distance. Latino guy pulled away and I pulled up my pants. It was time for us both to go - and my guy took off first, with me following a minute or so behind.

Neither of the two approaching guys were good enough to stick around for, so I headed back to my car - and to #3.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

1 of 3

Since I've been on such a dry spell (at least for me), I will break up the three encounters I had in one day into three separate posts. Not only will it get me back into writing this blog, but to string along readers to keep coming back.

What? Was I not supposed to say that aloud?

So I was working from home the other day and my mind was on anything but work. It was a cool and rainy morning and I was way too distracted by on-line possibilities that loomed out there with potential for real world meet-ups.

There was more potential than there was actual - but that is the way these things go, as we are all aware of by now.

Craigslist was giving me nothing. was giving me zilch. Finally Manhunt provided some potential.

The guy had 8.5", but it was massively thick. He claimed to also have a 10 day load. Promising, indeed. He had some available time in early afternoon, which worked for me with breaks from conference calls and he was only about 20 minutes from me, if Google maps were to be believed.

I brought poppers and that's about it.

I can't say I was elated when he opened the door. Older. A little scraggley in the beard and hair area. I was looking more at the 8.5" dick thing than the face, though I do like a good face.

I also like a 10 day load, or the thought of it.

The entire scene was anticlimactic - literally.

While it's a great thing to have a big dick, it's another thing if you don't have enough blood in your body to get it up. I'm sure anyone could blame the cocksucker and his inabilities to do a good enough job to excite, but I've done this, oh say, 3000 other times and have a pretty good track record.

Yeah, I went and licked his ball. Sucked them even. He jacked. ...and jacked. ...and jacked some more. Clearly, I was not into it, but it was uncertain whether he was.

At some point he goes, "are you ready for it?" I I just wanted to be gone. I put my mouth on it and he "shoots". Yes, that is in hypothetical quotation marks.

If he said that was his 10th load of the day and not his first load in 10 days, I'd almost get it. But that wasn't the case. There was seemingly nothing there. At all.

No fluid. No volume. No taste.

When it was apparently all gone, I jumped up and was in the process of putting my shoes. He seemed like getting off was a huge release for him. Then he dropped a mini-bomb:

He tells me he remembered me from another time I blew him. I'm normally really good at remembering guys I have been with - yes, even with the volume I've been with. And then it came back to me. I even blogged about it here.

Internally, I shuddered with the thought that I now had done this twice, but it all kind of made sense now.

Later (after the other two) and I went home, I looked at his screen name again. It was different. I don't totally remember the other one, but this one wasn't one I recognized. He probably had to change identity to get anyone to hook up with him.

Unfortunately for me, it worked. I do not think I will be making that mistake again.

At least of my three for this day, it only got better.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Getting My Cock Sucked

I know I've written about him before, but there is this guy in town who I let suck my dick.

Yes, he only sucks married straight men and in his mind that's what he thinks I am. Fuck, if he truly believes that he's a stupid ass, but we all have our delusions to get through life.

I don't think I did write about this - except maybe via Twitter - but the guy basically fired me as one of his many feeders. Me! Fired!!!! My word, not his.

He basically texted me (our only form of communication) that I should find a new cocksucker. I didn't question it or anything and never answered him again and went about my life for the last 5-6 months. It was no skin of my back.

It wasn't horribly surprising either when he sent a text earlier last week asking how I was. They all come back......eventually.

The reason it was no skin off my back was that I would get my dick sucked out of boredom more than horniness. You know I'd much rather suck than be sucked. But one does what he does.

So yes, he contacted me with his bland text which both parties knew it was a lead-in to getting back in my pants. I wasn't needing it, but I was curious to say the least.

Turns out the reason for my termination? I was too rough with him.

Awww, poor baby. Apparently last time I hit him upside the head while he was sucking me (no doubt due to his teeth usage). Apparently I did it hard enough to impair hearing in his ear for three days.

In my defense, I didn't mean to hit him in the ear, but in the face. I know he likes it, at least to a degree and my other take away was - I treat guys the way I like to be treated, at least sexually.

I make no apologies for something I didn't know I did, nor that he didn't man-up enough to tell me at the time of and waited until weeks after the fact.

Clearly my cock, balls and load win out over anything I did, as he wants me to come back and feed him. I'll consider it, but I've done without long enough that it isn't a definite need for me. It might be for him.

After all, I have a great cock.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Bathroom Stall Fuck

Like this last summer, my sex life has hit a dry spell. I’m working on it, but with not a lot of luck. But I do not want this blog to wither and die, so I am posting an encounter from my youth you might enjoy. It’s not graphic, per se, but you might get an uneasy feeling about it. I don’t, but I’ve told others the story and I can see it in their eyes. Read it, but see it for what it is: sex. Nothing more. I promise.

I was still in my late teens, but strutted around enough to think I was wise to the world and experienced sexually.

Technically, I was way more experienced than most by this time, but had a lot to learn, though it would have been hard to tell that to the 19 year old me.

I was in a university hall bathroom I frequented often. By often, I mean 2-3 hours per day, each and every day. Old time restroom too. Marble partitions, six of them, one set that someone bothered to carve a gloryhole into – and done so long ago, the edges had been worn down and smooth. Getting one of those two stalls was always key to a good time there. Rarely were guys sharing stalls.

Today was not one of those days. Not only was I in a stall with the hole, but I had this big lumbering stud outside the stall, peeking through the door crack watching me slowly stroke my boner.

I stayed seated, reached up and unlatched my door. He walked in and locked us in.
I’m a tall guy. He was huge. I’m guessing 6’5” and a good 240 solid pounds. Not fat. Unkempt blonde hair and a goofy mouth. The guy seemed kind of a hick, but one who knew what he was doing – maybe a kind of disarm and conquer kind of thing.
He also had a big cock. 8”, but fat fat fat and with a threatening sized head on it, fully cut.

The guy stepped right up to me and opened his fly and let his dick stand out right towards me. It didn’t really fall out since the stiffness was helping him defy gravity. I took it in my mouth like a good boy. I sucked on it with all the years of my practice but he wanted more.

He hoisted me up by my armpits and normally when that happens a guy wants to take the throne so he can take my 8”. But not this time. He had other ideas. That idea? Ass. My ass.

The gentleman in my stall spun me around to where I was bent over the toilet. Normally, I wouldn’t have been adverse to this, but I wasn’t prepared to be fucked, physically or mentally. I couldn’t wrap my hand, let alone mind, around his cock. What was I doing?

I would say I had no choice, but I did. And I chose to stay exactly where I was. I wasn’t assertive enough to walk away and part of me wanted to be wanted this way. He used his own spit as lube, but even I knew that would never really cut it.
He positioned himself behind me and pushed and pushed and pushed until he “slipped” in.

That big head was really prying me apart and he knew it. I’m sure he had this issue with almost any guy he plugged. While not subtle, he knew what to do. Take control – or he’d walk away frustrated.

He held onto my hips and continued to push into me. I simultaneously wanted it and wanted to get off it He was much bigger, in every way and was going to get his way.
Though he was still in me, my instinct was to stand up to potentially disengage from his pud. He didn’t want that to happen. He turned me a bit towards the partition with the gloryhole and pressed me into that cold marble slab. I was pinned between his warm body and that wall. I’m sure I was blocking anything that anyone was hoping to see through that hole, but not because my dick was through it, just my body pressed against it.

His hands went flat against the divider, as did mine and he went to work.
Nothing was really said because in a room where the floor ceiling and dividers are marble and terrazzo, every word reverberates. I stayed quiet because I didn’t really want anyone else looking in or knowing what we were doing.

The joke is, anyone who might have been in there would have known anyway.
He pumped and pumped and pumped until I heard a noise catch in the back of his throat. He contained himself as much as he could to not vocalize during orgasm. The guy stayed still as he flooded my guts with his cream. I stayed pressed against the wall – oddly a little dejected but a lot horny.

Do not get me wrong, I’m not saying this was not consensual, but I’m not sure it happened the best way it could have. Liberties were taken, I didn’t have enough say into what was going on and how – not that a restroom stall is the place for negotiation.

You know I liked and have liked being, to a degree, rougher sex. It wasn’t the worst encounter, but all these years later, I still remember it. I doubt he ever gave it a second thought.

He didn’t remember me when I went back to his place one night years later where I took it like a man!

Saturday, October 09, 2010

Morning Grindr Suck

I was out of town on business and having zero luck on Craigslist and Manhunt. It happens. It's happened a lot lately.

And the hotel I was staying at had a nice, but packed, gym. Trust me, I'm going somewhere with all of this.

So instead of trying to workout at the hotel gym, I would take long morning walks. And by morning, I mean leave at 05:30 and walk about four miles. Next to the hotel was not only a housing development, but an office park. One corporation, but a dozen buildings. For semi-full disclosure, I work for this corporation too.

I was walking, dressed in sweats and wearing and playing music from my iPhone during this walk. It was still dark out. People at the office park arrive early here. Even I don't get to work by 06:00. Or even a half hour later. But I was dodging cars that were not used to seeing walkers before dawn.

Not long after, my iPhone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket to see I had a message on Grindr. Apparently I left the app on. Oops. The guy was about 1500 feet away (+/- 236 feet). There was almost no way he wasn't in this group of buildings.

I replied back and we exchanged a few messages. I never really stopped walking. I told him I was out walking - he asked if had on this and that and was wearing glasses. Clearly he was one of the people who passed me while he was driving. Or he had extra good vision from his office window.

He asked if I wanted 'some company' back at my hotel. Sure, why not, I said. He had 30 minutes. He said he'd be there in 5 minutes - and he was.

His Grindr picture said 'Chance' He told me he was 'Allen'. He was taller than I thought. Taller than myself - maybe 6'4". A quiet guy of 27 (or said his profile), but I would have pegged him almost 10 years older. There had been no talk of sex.

I sat on the ottoman to take off my shoes and he moved to stand right in front of me, crotch to my face. I made the move to his belt. He didn't stop me.

His briefs showed he'd have a nice piece of meat. It'd turn out to be a nice solid, semi-thick, 7.5" of dick. I went down on it and he didn't stop me.

He asked to take off his pants and I took off my sweat pants as he did it. He went down on me, but he wasn't as much of a cocksucker as a guy who used his hand 90% of the time and his mouth 10% - and I might be generous with those percentages.

I wasn't really wanting to get blown anyways. It's been SO long since I've done it, I figured it was my time. I went back down on him and I think I was doing a good job.

He wanted to go to the bed, which isn't ideal for me giving head, but......who was I to argue at this point. It got worse, he wanted to 69. Never my ideal.

I was going down on him and he was basically jacking me off with a little mouth action. Very little. Had I wanted, I could have easily ejaculated, but I can also control my orgasm like no one's business. I told him I had come earlier (lie!) and wasn't sure I could come. And then I went back down on him.

Between my bobs, I told him how much I wanted his load in my mouth. He responded to it. I could feel his balls tighten and his shaft get even harder. Since he was a quiet guy, I knew I wasn't going to get any forewarning of him about to shoot. And I was right. Of course I was. I've done this only a few times before. And by few, I mean few thousand.

This load basically dribbled out. There were no bursts of cum or even squirts. It just showed up and was there. It was a little bitter, but that's ok too.

He washed up and was about to leave. I told him to be careful, if he wasn't looking to be noticed and that the hotel was full of corporate folks. He didn't seem to care. I'm guessing it wasn't his first time visiting that hotel.

Sunday, October 03, 2010

I'm Back

Fuck, I've been away for a while. Sorry about that.

Life sometimes gets in the way of sex and blogging. Trust me, if I had any good stories to tell, this site would be have been a lot more active. I'm trying.

Luckily, I'm on the road again, so hopefully something will come of that.

I have a little present for you all: me as an oral top.

Just a whim of answering a craigslist ad. Some guy in town who was ok looking (at best) but provided some decent head. It was early in the morning on my way to work, but I decided to film it and post it.

I leave you with only the last minute or so of my work (and his). The other shots were ok, but nothing much and let's face it, you're hear for the money shot. Not that you see it, but you'll get the idea............


Friday, August 06, 2010

More Bookstore Blowing

Another hot day - so I spent it at the bookstore, where it is air conditioned. Oh and I have the opportunity to see, feel, smell and taste some dick.

I was and wasn't disappointed, as always. Questionable men and their penises. The desire versus the quality. The need versus the want. The supply versus the demand. Why would this day be any different? It really wasn't.

As I either sat in a designated booth or walked around, there were plenty of dicks to suck, and I did quite a few, maybe six in all, but only obtained three loads. While 50% doesn't sound like "success", in a place like this, it kind of is.

The first guy was this kid. I'm guessing early 20s. Nice looking, great 6.5" with a fat head. You could tell if he opened his mouth, he might be a bit girly, but I wasn't there for conversation and luckily, neither was he.

We swapped sucking for a bit and some real creepy guy came by and really would not take either a hint or a direct comment. But that's the price we pay for having sex in public/open places. In reality you don't have the option to pretend you're on your own or that it is a private event. Eventually he moved on.

And eventually the kid got his nut on. It wasn't a big load by any means, but it made him shudder as he was deep in my mouth. I liked that. He left, I stuck around for a few before needing to see what else was out there.

I watched some HUGE dicked guy get sucked and kept moving on. He seemed attractive in his own way but I don't want people busting up my scenes so I wasn't gonna bust up his.

I sat around and eventually big-dicked guy found me. He left whatever he was doing. He fished out a big cock and I went to it. But it send shudders of deja vu up my spine.

As I wrapped my mouth around his dick, I could feel ridges underneath the puffy like flesh. I realized I had done this before with this guy but not to completion. The dick was too weird, almost like it was a penis implant or something - and maybe it is/was. It was too disconcerting to continue after a minute or so.

He did push my head onto a guy who was watching. It turned out it was the creepy guy from earlier. I ended up declining both guys and moved on. It was not my scene. ...and that is saying something!

I did stumble upon a guy who was in a booth, leaning way back in his chair watching a movie. His smallish cock was out but he had a gorgeous face and he was tan - all over, as the lack of tan line with his shorts pulled down proved beyond a doubt.

He didn't stop me from entering. He even encouraged me after I bent over and took a few swipes of his dick in my mouth. I never knelt, he never readjusted. I just stood over him basically, bent over and sucked his dick for about seven minutes before the tell tale signs of heavier breathing indicated time for his release. And he did. In my mouth. Some really nice spurts of nice tasting jizz. Yes, I swallowed it all. Then like always, I moved on.

I saw a guy lurking through the shadows here and there and he seemed interesting. Bearish at least, bald and goateed a definite. Ink on his arm too. Sweet!

After a dozen or so attempts and misfires of getting into a booth without throngs of others around we were finally in two booths across from each other. We both showed wood and maybe since he won out with length and girth, I was the guy who had to come to his booth.

I got on my knees and really really went to town on his cock. Pushing 8.5 fat fat inches, he was great. Nice taste and feel and he had a dirty mouth. But he also liked sucking cock.

He went down on me and while he didn't look like he'd be that kind of guy, he was good at it. But I didn't want to unload, I wanted him to....and told him so.

He said, "go for it", so I did.

I knew from my earlier sucking he was close and it did not take me long to get him to the brink. He popped in my mouth and it was a nice load, but nothing spectacular.

For good measure, he squeezed his shaft as he was pulling out of my mouth to leave a nice dollop of sperm in my beard below my lower lip. He smirked as he did it and I left it there - at least until I snapped a few pics for all of you to see.

still in the booth - but not a great shot.

I was almost proud as I walked out of the booth and into a restroom for better lighting for this pic. I didn't care who saw the spooge on my chin.

I did hunt around a bit more and came across the guy with the possible implant dick, on his knees sucking a nice looking business casual man with a rock hard 9" dick. The feeder seemed so unresponsive to what the guy was doing it was amazing. No reaction at all about anything.

The sucker gestured to me to take a turn and the guy standing there did not object or make any kind of reaction. I worked on him for a good 10 minutes, again, with the same lack of anything the guy before me was encountering.

With no wavering in the stiffness of his member, it led me to believe the guy was loaded up on Viagra or something similar. Blood flow to that kind of sized dick with zero enthusiasm of what is going on around you makes me think he used assistance.

I have no problem with that, but I had three loads in my belly and this guy was in it for the long long long haul. I was having a hard time getting engaged when he wasn't at all.

I opted to move on - looked around for a bit and then just left for the day. It had still been productive.

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

3 Cocks, 4 Loads

Is there anything hotter than a cocksucker on his knees surrounded by dick? One could argue the point: No!

Yet there I was on my knees in a bookstore booth with one man in front of me, one to my left and one to my right.

Let me start from the beginning. After a long long work day, I was nearby the iffy bookstore where I plunk down $10 for the “privilege” of having to navigate through sparse amounts of men and even sparser decent ones – yet I continue to do it. It sucks being an addict.

I picked a booth and sat in it (remember, this place has no doors on their booths). A decent looking guy took the one across from me. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw how decent. That would be ‘very’.

The guy didn’t sit, but stood just out of the door view but I could see the head and first 2” of his dick. It was nice too. He never peeked into my booth and I got tired of hoping he would. I stood up and walked out of mine and into his doorway. He didn’t signal me in, but he didn’t tell me to go. I placed my hand his THICK piece of meat and he let me. It was my invitation.

He was watching a straight porn and he never really looked at me, so I went down to my knees. Even for me, it was tough to wrap my lips around this dick-girth, but after I got on it, I could take him all the way down – and he got thick the farther down you went. I’d say he was straight, but the metal cockring seemed to say ‘homo’. He looked like a younger Vince Vaughn, but with a big dick. Straight guys don’t wear cockrings, right? I’ve yet to meet one.

This guy never looked down or paid me any mind. Fine with me. Let him get off on his straight bangin’ movie – and if he does it in my mouth, so be it.

I won’t lie, blowing him was tiring. He was rock rock rock hard and wasn’t in any hurry to get off. I like a challenge though, even if my jaw was looking to tire out or be dislocated.

As I was sucking I heard a noise outside the booth. I look out and in the little corridor, there is a guy sucking another guy - but both are still watching me suck this big guy. Neither guy was awful, so I didn't care if they watched, neither did the feeder.

As these things happen, with no indication of telling them to leave, the two pushed the envelope and entered the booth. Me on my knees - the original guy in front of me and now one on each side of me. Both the new guys had decent dicks...7" or so. The one on my right was thicker, but it was the one on my left who had all the initiative of the group.

He took my head and placed it on his penis. I looked up and saw his eyes roll back and his baseball capped head lean back against the wall behind him. I eventually moved to the guy on my right, but he wasn't incredibly into it all (he was the one eating out in the hall). The ballcap guy took my head and placed it onto the original guy as well. I sucked.

I hate to say it but I had to use my hand on this guy. He was big. He was super thick. He was gonna need some extra attention that even an experienced cocksucker would have trouble with. But I think having two other guys there didn't hurt his mindset.

He muttered he was gonna cum and the guy in the ballcap just nodded at/to me. I wasn't looking for his permission to take the load, but it was kind of a hot move on his part.

Mr Vaughn-like oozed his load out into my mouth. There was plenty of cum, but it didn't shoot out, it was just kind of there - like a slow moving tar pit would encroach across the land. It tasted fine but like him, it was there, and while nice to look at (or taste), it was subdued.

He buckled up and ambled out, Mr. Ballcap took my head in both his hands and directed me back to him. The same sigh, the same eyes rolling back and head leaning back. But this time he kept his hands on my head and directed my movements. He was into it. And while he was a bit rough around the edges in terms of appearance, he had the right moves and attitude. His grip tightened and he unleashed quite a load into my mouth - nice and sweet too.

With no acknowledgement of what we had just done, he zipped up and walked out.

That left me with the other guy, which at this time I realized he had NO PANTS ON. Where they were, I have no idea. The reason he wasn't into me sucking him that much was that he wanted to suck me. That's not why I dropped $10 at this place. He did tell me he had gotten Mr. Ballcap off earlier that afternoon, so I got load #2 and it was a good one.

At some point I left and walked around. I looked at all the guys I wouldn't touch and shook my head as many followed me - I didn't want to give false encouragement. It wasn't gonna happen no matter how horny I was.

I did run into a guy who was ok and he joined me in a booth. Nicely built but with an ugly ass bandanna wrapped around his head like Olivia Newton-John might have done in 1981. Turns out he wanted to suck me.

I let him and he was just not that good. I was not staying hard and he was almost too much enthusiasm to have any technical expertise. He also mentioned he didn't swallow - so what was the point?

I did get him to let me suck him for a bit and when I was down on him, who would show up at the door but Mr. Ballcap. Once again, he entered on his own and directed my mouth to his dick.

I ended up going back and forth between the two and it turns out they just started making out. Really into each other. I got both of their cockheads into my mouth, but it was hard to keep them there with all their kissing and writhing.

Mr. Bandanna was the first to get his nut on....or off. He put it in my mouth and I gladly did something he wouldn't do - swallow.

This just set Mr. Ballcap off again. I was getting at least this third load of the day - and while it wasn't as big as the one I had taken 45 minutes before, it wasn't too shabby at all.

All in all, it was a decent day at the bookstore.

Friday, July 30, 2010

I Bent Over Again for Him

He returned. The man with the 8.5” dick. Maybe it’s bigger. It is now seemingly bigger.

The set-up fuck was just that. I set-up from an ex to an unknowing guy. I guess a nice guy, from my interactions with him, but let’s face it – my interactions are 99.7% sexual. Little conversation, and certainly not about anything personal.

Somewhat like last time, there was little foreplay. He did want to kiss, but he’s not really good at it. If I do it, I want to go at it. His lips are pursed so tightly, I’m not sure what the point of wanting to do it at all would be – or what he’d get out of it. To each his own – and if it got me what I wanted, so be it.

I did go down to my knees for what little foreplay there was. Man, I hate, yet love, to struggle with taking a big dick in my mouth. Normally I can do it with ease, so I love the struggle, but hate when I don’t succeed to my satisfaction. “Mark” was not complaining at all – but I have set personal goals, I suppose.

Like a semi-pro, I worked my way down his shaft, but it becomes rather thick as you can see. I thought I had a large dick, but I pale in comparison – though granted, I’m not 100% hard. It is close enough, though you can see who reigns supreme.

Mark stepped away from my mouth, turned around and put one foot up on the kitchen island. I took it as a non-verbal request to eat his ass. It looked clean but tasted manly. By the time I was done, it tasted clean.

Remembering what my buddy (Mark’s ex) said about him: he likes to be fucked and it makes him fuck other guys much better after he’s done first.

This posed two potential problems: one, I’m not a great top – as you all know. Two, if I accidentally shoot, I’m pretty much done from taking it myself, so I had to play this carefully.

I stood up and he remained bent over. I slid my hand into the jar of lube and got my thumb all greased up. It slid up his ass with some nice resistance, but it welcomed me in all too easily. It was warm, and he could do a nice job of squeezing it tight. With my other hand I lubed my dick up as inconspicuous as possible.

I extracted my thumb and put my cock at his hole immediately. Any halfway decent bottom knows the difference and he said nothing. I pushed in. He took it. I bottomed out.

I did get to do some pumps but all too soon, I felt my true self come back into play – maintaining my erection was not going to happen, but I continued to try for the next five minutes. He gladly stayed in place in hopes of taking it up the ass. My friend had been correct.

When we realized it was not going to happen, we switched positions and I was bent over the island.

The man is BIG. No mistake about that – especially when it’s being pushed up my ass. All my concentration of breathing went into accepting what he was offering………or insisting upon. It took a few minutes, but he made it in, to when short hairs and ass hairs met.

Then the fucking began.

With no ceremony or asking how things felt for me, Mark decided to fuck. And fuck. And fuck.

There was no change in position, other than to push me down to the counter if I arched my back and keep me there while he plugged my ass over and over and over.

The fuck as great, while not as intense as the last/first one he gave me. We were both on tight timelines, so I guess a 40+ fuck couldn’t be expected.

He had no problems performing and after about 20-25 minutes, delivered a nice load deep into my gut. There was grunting, there was groaning, there was a lot of sweat from both of us. He stayed up me for a few minutes before slowly sliding out of my used ass. I stayed on the counter, clamping down to keep his off-white seed deep in me. The guy leaves me gaping, so it is important to hold it in. I’m not one to let it seep out or slide down my legs – that’s for a money shot and only a money shot. Other than that, if a guy is gonna give you a load, it is your (my) job to keep it as it is precious.

He cleaned up. I pulled on shorts. He left and I went back to work.

There will be more times – hopefully many more The dick is to awesome to not be able to take it every now and then

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Return of M; the Departure of me

M has returned.

In reality, I have returned to M.

You might remember my two brief, but very memorable encounters here and here with him. The man hit a cord deep within me – and over time and distance, it was still there.

So upon my travels, I let him know I was coming to town. Life had changed for us both – though to a larger degree for him. He was not happy or unhappy to hear from me. His almost lack of emotion was one thing that had not changed. But he engaged with me, so it couldn’t be all bad, right?

Having dinner with him was my idea. That struck cord left me wanting to know the man – or thinking I wanted to know him at the very least. He did not resist this idea. We broke bread together.

People outside of a bedroom can be so very different. I include myself in this statement. Very few knows what lies underneath of me. The same could be said for M. …as I was to find out – to a degree. A degree he’d choose for me to see.

I'd say we talked, but it was mostly him. He provided information on his background and way more than I anticipated him sharing that night, if not ever. It was good. It was brutally honest. It was a little disconcerting. But I've said that about our interactions all along - so I suppose for much of the vibe, it was status quo. But in ways it was kicked up a few notches.

His apartment was near my hotel. I asked if he'd like to come back - he accepted.

To a degree with the other times, things got fuzzy, and it was not the tequila I had been drinking. I mentioned in earlier posts that he has me off guard a bit and while I have the feeling of all that is around me, the details get muddled. Or I think they do.

M flopped himself down on the bed, I sat next to him. The unexpected truly did happen - he kissed me. While our "relationship" had been very intimate in the past, it was about mental intimacy, not physical. I don't consider sucking dick "intimacy" - it's sex.

Eventually he laid back in the bed, hands behind his head. I took cues from Tantric man from the day before. I massaged M, on his legs, his feet, his toes, his back, neck and shoulders and even his head. He was very appreciative of it. I was into it as well.

With his eyes closed, M was relaxed and yet still somewhat in charge of the scene - no words said. He never asked for this, but was clearly in the moment. The massage - sans oil - went on for quite some time.

There was more kissing. Deep kissing. I can't say it was as emotional as you might think - or as I might think, or as I might have wanted. Barriers and some distance will always be there. It has to be there.

Physically, I lay on him, or then him on me. Sometimes parallel to each other - almost always his eyes closed, or seemingly so. I never got the sense M would not be aware of his surroundings and me, even when attempting not to.

Massage and kissing gave way to me blowing him. This is what we've done in the past. It's what I have done in the past to him. He's been the recipient of my mouth on his lovely 7" penis.

Here is where I get fuzzy. I'm sure I fellated him for a while and even licked his nuts, probably his ass too. I'm sure there was moaning and words of encouragement.

I do hate losing sight of the details with M, but it's such a haze of mental intensity, my memory starts to spot out here and there.

But this I do remember: laying next to him after any oral stimulation. It was back to kissing and me rubbing. Then three words from M: sit on me.

He didn't say his dick, but he didn't not say it.

I did just sit on him and continue with our kissing. But I positioned myself just so that peg A might go into Slot B. It did - without words, but not without notice.

Both of us were acutely aware of what was happening. Me moving up and down; M laying back, eyes still closed and then the occasional kiss either by me, or by his hand pulling my head down to him.

My ride went on for about 15 minutes. As always, little indication if I was doing something great or something wrong - but I'm pretty sure he would not tolerate something being done incorrectly or to his satisfaction.

I moved. He moved under me - working together, though not knowing each other well enough to be an extremely well oiled machine. Make no mistake, the job was getting done. He was hard. I was willing.

Out of nowhere there was some heavier movement and M opened his eyes to look directly into mine. No words. No need. We both knew what that signified and what was happening at that very minute.

M and I bonded in that way. Closer than before, but I'm not sure it would quantify as "close".

There is a distance and always will be, between us. That's how our chemistry is made up. I'm ok with that, not that I have a choice. Hell, we're not even in the same town or state. It's not like it matters.

We will continue our separate lives with moments of being together - but that's it.

No broken hearts or expectations. Two people connecting when it is timely and necessary.

....and there ain't nothing wrong with that.

I probably did blow it all though. Upon seeing each other, he did ask if I had hooked-up with anyone else in DC. I did say "no" - because....well, I don't know why. We owe each other nothing - so there was no reason to fib, but I felt that it should have been about him and not what I had done.

I also forgot he off and on reads this blog - so he did catch on to me on that falsehood. He wasn't happy - but it might have been a deal breaker. I can see his point. I don't have to be happy about it, but I can certainly understand it.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Hot Day; Hot BJ

It was in the mid 90s in DC and I advertised on CL for guys to stop by my air conditioned hotel room to cool off, while heating up.

I got a number of responses with the proportionate number of flakes. One guy whom I had sucked off a few times bailed at the last minute, but with him I will actually give a pass. The rest are dead to me.

One guy did seem very interested.

white guy,42,5'6", 145,buzzed/shaved hair, blue eyes, nice cut cock,hiv-,ddf, looking for a good BJ !

He was short for my standards, but I had been taking it up the rear for a bit and needed a bit of a break - and I do like the taste of cum, so.....

"Mark" was exactly how he was portrayed in his description. I'm not sure I've really been with someone this short. Even getting on my knees didn't quite put me at the correct height. It would have been rude to ask him to stand on a box - not that I had one, but you get the idea.

It was not a particularly incredible adventure. It was basically blow and go. He said he had a 5 day load and judging by what he deposited in my mouth, I would tend to believe him.

The load was plentiful and at least it wasn't bitter. And if nothing else the guy was nice enough about letting me take a few pics - this being one of the better ones.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Return of Ed

When I travel to DC, there is at least one thing I always do: contact “Ed” to let him know I’m coming to town.

As you’ve read in many many many stories over the last few years, Ed is the closest thing I have to a “regular” anything. He’s got a killer body and cock, but he’s also very nice. For whatever reason, he likes me and thinks I’m attractive – but that’s his cross to bear.

What he also likes doing is fucking me. It is fortuitous that I like bending over for the man. Or sitting on him. Or lay back and have my legs up in the air. Or be belly down, face in a pillow. We’ve done all of these things. Oh – and one blowjob that I’ve given him.

So last time I was in DC, Ed and I had one opportunity to meet up. It was early and he wanted a blow job on the way to work.

I was a little bummed because that is not our routine. But on the other hand, he tells me I have been one of two or three guys who have ever been able to get him off with a mouth. So I felt a bit encouraged about my abilities and how I turn him on enough to ejaculate in my mouth and have his sperm slide down my throat.

You take your victories where you can.

I leave the door open for Ed and like a pro, he pushes right in and puts down his messenger bag and sunglasses. He walks over near the window (love that) and tells me to get on my knees. I unzip his pants as he unbuckles them. They fall around his knees, maybe a bit further.

For a thick and long as Ed gets, I’m constantly surprised at how small he starts out. Ok, he goes to 7.5 but it seems bigger. I romanticize things with him, I believe.

But down on my knees I went and my mouth went to his prick….and I got it hard. Rock hard. I sucked him and I sucked him good. Knowing he was not camera shy, I reached for my trusty digital cam and took a shot before he took it from my hand to take a dozen more of his own. I fuckin love that. He’s not shy at all about snapping away.

I continued to use my mouth like an expert cocksucker when I heard him mutter, “Stand up, I want to fuck you”.

In no time I was up and just turned around over the ubiquitous hotel heating/cooling unit, with me facing right out my 7th floor window to the apartments across the way. Since I didn’t think I was getting fucked and I had a load up me from about 12:30a.m., I didn’t prep the way I normally would. I knew I wouldn’t be horrible or anything but, I like to do what I can. Ed didn’t seem to care – not that he asked.

With very little lube, Ed placed his pecker at my hole and pushed in and fast. I was still a little sore from the night before, and I asked him to stop and stay still. Since we know each other somewhat, he complied to my wishes, but only for a bit – then he started his motions.

Granted I had to take a big hit of poppers just to power through the slight discomfort, but that would shortly pass. It did and Ed went on to his normal power fucking.

The guy is an expert at putting pud to ass. I have never been disappointed by his technique or style. He’s always been appreciative of my hole, and I try to make it as pleasurable for him as possible. And I knew he was on his way to work, so time was precious and limited.

Ed really put it to me, and I took it because it not only felt good, but I love pleasing this man. The guy rocks my world and my ass. I want to do the same for him, so I used my ass muscles more than I might normally do, which has a two-fold effect: it gives him more continual pleasure, but it overstimulates a few sensors too much, making for a potentially shorter fuck.

Again, with the time limit, I wasn’t thinking we were going on for any great length of time, and we didn’t. Yes, he told me he loved fucking my ass and how good it felt. Yes, I told him how great his cock felt and that I wish I could feel it everyday.

Ed continued to drill me. As much as we like each other, make no mistake, this was not love – it was sex. It was FUCKING. He loved it and needed it – and so did I. Yeah, it made it better when we did it together, but we have few chances to do this.

He buried his bone up me and told me (and a hotel neighbor or two) that he was coming. He grunted. I grunted. I squeezed his shaft. He flexed his dick. His load went into my hole – deep up my hole.

I was a little discombobulated, and oddly so was he. I’m not sure why for either of us. He cleaned up and dressed and started to walk to exit without his messenger bag or glasses.

The plan was for him to come swimming with me later that evening – and as much as I’ve seen him naked, there was something about seeing that man, that body, in a pair of sexy trunks. That he would be poolside with me did not hurt matters. Alas, because of our schedules and timing, it did not happen – but soon, and again, we will be together another time.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Tantric Fuck

It was my first night in DC and I was striking out most places, though to be fair, I did not place a CL ad. I was replying to them with no luck. MH wasn't much better - until I saw him.

44, 6'0", 180, buzzed black hair, white (but looked mixed race to me), 7" dick - but thick.

Sucking, 1 on 1, Jerking Off, Bondage, Toys, Nipple Play, Friends, Dating, Safer Only, No PNP, Feet / Socks, Dad / Son, Jockstraps, Married Men, Massage, No Strings, Straight/Bi - he said. His MH ad said.

"Safer Only". What does that even mean?

But he was also into Tantric massage. It seemed to be something new to me.

I’m sure the guy told me his name, but for the life of me I forgot it immediately. We’ll call him “Nick” – he looked like one.

He came in and we made contact. Touch. But that’s what he’s about – Tantric massage. He’s all about touch. In our MH exchange, he said it was late and he did not want to fuck. Just massage. Just touch.

This was new to me – and I wasn’t the one doing the massaging, so what the fuck, I tried it out. I’m always looking for new experiences.

Nick brought his own poppers and bottle of lube. I wasn’t 100% sure what it would be for since we weren’t fucking. Massage oil, I could see, but not lube. Catch as catch can, I suppose.

We stripped, he got me on the bed and started rubbing my chest and arms – no oil/lube. He massaged, briefly, my legs before working his way up to my nuts.

Here Nick put lube on his hands and gently applied it to my nuts, making them a little glistening and sensitive to his light touch. This made me quiver. I shivered even more as he touched the underside of my shaft. It made me tremble.

His touch was that of what I assume a professional would do. I marvel at guys who can elicit a response just by the touch of a hand. Most guys have to do it with a mouth or an ass, though that mouth can be on a penis, an ass, a nipple, nape of the neck or in an ear. But touch can be more of an art form. Not all can do it. I try, but not sure I succeed. Nick was.

With his lubed up fingers at this point, he trailed down past my taint to my tunnel of love. His slick fingers traced and helped dilate my ass – and then a finger slid in………..then another one. Then his thumb.

Normally I’m not one to have fingers up my ass. For whatever reason, a cock will feel much better. Fingers are generally too boney or maybe, just maybe, it goes back to the art of touch and how others are a bit more impulsive in how they use their digits. I’ve never been fisted, but I’m thinking if I were so inclined, Nick could be the guy. I could see why some guys think being fisted is so erotic. But fist fucking wasn’t on the menu – at least mine.

But Nick used his fingers and thumb to ease in and out of my ass – like an expert, and my ass responded in kind. He loved the way it would squeeze his fingers and how warm the hole was. But his motions really had me laying back with my eyes halfway closed and reveling in how good it could feel – something up there that wasn’t a dick. …and trust me, I’m not complaining about dick up there.

And Nick must have really liked it too – and no longer was it satisfactory to use his fingers. He moved up the bed and lifted my leg while he was behind me after repositioning me on my side. …and then in this went…..

Even with taking two dicks in Philadelphia the night before and having his fingers ply me open for 15 minutes, it filled me up and stretched me open at the same time. It was a nice cock.

And then he fucked. He fucked me long. He fucked me hard. He fucked me in a few positions – both of us liberally using the poppers.

I would be lying if it didn’t cross my mind that he said ‘no fucking’ and ‘safer only’. His two biggest rules broken – by his hand, not even by my manipulation. You just can’t believe any guy – we’re all cads. Maybe this was his big plan; to withhold only to increase desire.

I certainly wasn’t appalled or upset by the turn of events. I took a big hit of poppers and begged for him to fuck my ass. He was happy to comply.

As good of a job as he was doing with his nice sized member, the technique was not as good as his fingers. Before he was working via eroticism, now it was lust, which are two very different points of view. Trust me, I can work with lust.

You know, and I knew, that after he was up there – skin to skin – and with the intensity he was using my ass for his pleasure, there was no way even the last minute hail mary, safe play, was coming into effect. Pulling out was not an option at this point. I wasn’t asking for it and with the burning in his eyes, I knew he had a goal and nothing was going to stop him.

Nick exploded into my ass and I could feel the pulses as he did it. I don’t care what anyone else says, you can rarely feel them as they happen. Maybe it’s the angle or the size of the dick, but more often than not I just know they’re coming from their voice, their quiver or them just telling me. This time, I knew it by feeling it. Nice!

When he calmed down, he eventually slipped out of me. But he knelt between my legs and grabbed my semi with his greased up hand and started to work my dick. His other hand went to my ass and started to work his fingers back up there – continuing to stimulate me and push his seed in even further.

Now, I rarely jack myself off and I cannot tell you the last time gave me a handjob. But I was beginning to realize I was getting my ‘happy ending’. It was feeling good too. Even when I do masturbate it is dry and I use no lube, so this was a nice sensation. He worked me for a good five minutes before I shot – and when I did, I hit my adam’s apple and a nice line from my navel back up my chest. Gobs of semen was milked out of me.

Nick was satisfied. I was spent. I toweled off, he did the same. He left. I went to sleep.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Philadelphia Phucks

I had one night in Philadelphia - I had to make it count.

I had a do-nothing ad going on Craigslist, had MH booted up and had reached out to the few guys who got some the last times I was in the city of 'brotherly love': cowboy and hot italian thick man.

Cowboy was out of town and Thick never returned my emails. It might have been a lonely night in a hotel room had MH and the ad not finally come through.

MH guy came through first. 40ish, 6'4" (he seemed taller), 200 or so. Shaved head, soul patch and about 7.5". Not bad. He was also aggressive as hell. Only so-so on the verbal, but you get the picture.

The CL guy was about 32, 5'7", 150, blonde and ok looking. 6.5". Truth be told, except for his pic he sent I never saw him, but hold on for that.

As luck would have it, both guys wanted to come over at the same time. I gave both the head's up - neither seemed to mind that another would be there, nor did they ask much, if anything, about the other. How often does THAT happen?

Manhunt guy got their first and we got busy. He was aggressive as I said. There was some oral, but when it came down to it, it was about fucking. It was about fucking raw.

While I had poppers and lube and we used them, the guy used his dick like a ramrod from the word 'go'. Actually, at the word 'set'. His first plunge into me was so incredibly painful, I can't tell you.

My reaction and clawing to get away slowed him down for a minute, but no longer. I learned to breathe and let him continue. I was bent over, I was on my back, we did it doggie style. He had me every which way for 20-30 minutes. Finally with me on my belly and him on top of me, just pumping the hell out of me - telling me what a dirty motherfucker I was - he unloaded a 3 day build up of his balls into my ass.

He was vocal about it too - which I don't mind. But the guy knocking at the door heard it too.

CL guy showed up about 20 minutes later than he said, so he kind of missed the big show. MH guy went and opened the door for him. I lay on the bed facing the opposite wall - my freshly used ass looking at the door. I never turned around.

I heard the dropping of shoes, the clank of a belt and the sound of zipper going down. I felt the depression of the bed as Guy #2 knelt onto the bed and hover over me, awaiting to delve in between my hairy cheeks.

The poor guy had performance anxiety as the first guy sat and watched him and tried to encourage him. Yeah, he got hard enough to get it in me, but the guy was an amateur. I don't think the fuck lasted three minutes and he ended up ejaculating on an outstroke.

When guy #1 saw this: he assumed I could not hold all the sperm in me. Pffft. I can.

He didn't realize Guy 2 spurted more on the outside than in. But Guy #1 was good. Taking two fingers, he scooped up all the jizz and pushed it back into my hole - DEEP.

As he did this, Guy #2 dressed and left. I never saw him.

Guy #1 headed out immediately afterwards - and then I met a friend for dinner..........with two loads up my ass.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

5 Cocks - 3 Loads

Two Saturdays ago it was too hot to do too much outside, so I took an air conditioned car ride for 40 minutes to hit a sub-par, but necessary adult bookstore.

The parking lot was kind of sparse, so I had little hopes for anything. And it was a holiday weekend, which could tip the scales either way, I suppose.

There were the usual suspects - old old old men, some carrying their fucking oxygen around (just shoot me if this ever becomes me!), some middle aged, saggy chested, full-gutted men and then one or two somewhat decent guys - especially when you consider the "competition".

I opted out of most of their leers but I'm a cocksucker who just paid $10 for entrance fees. I was going away with something.

The first guy was a dud. I sucked him for a while but could not get him hard, let alone off. I have to believe it was more him than my skills. I'm not patting myself on the back, but I do have a few thousand guys who would tell you I got them off - so I must be doing something right.

I said I needed a break and left the booth and found another. I passed a seemingly attractive amer-asian man in the hall. I have to say, for the most part I am not attracted to asian men at all. It is not them per se, but just my tastes and we all have our likes/dislikes. I will say this, the guy was persistent.

He'd stand outside my booth when I sucked guy #1. He stood outside my booth when I was watching a "movie". I finally let him grab my basket and eventually he uncovered his. It was small. Really small. I wasn't into it, but sucked him for about 5 minutes and gave up. It was not my thing.

As I was leaving my booth I ran across a shorter version of me. Buzzed head, goatee/beard. But about 6" shorter than me. But man, what a man. He came into my booth, exposed himself and pushed me down on his cock. He called me a "faggot" and made me suck him. Well....not so much "made" since I was all too willing, but his hand was at the back of my head firm, he was hip pumping into my mouth and then reaching down and playing with my tits.

"Cocksucker" rolled off his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world - and maybe it was. He was hot. (not that I'm saying I am.) Asian guy was at the door watching and I just didn't care. The guy fucked my face then let me do my thing and treat his dick right.....then back to fucking my face. Nice.

He stood me up and was going to try to fuck me. I was down with that. He didn't like guys watching but he tried....too much so. He triggered something in himself and said he was gonna cum. I swooped down and caught it all. Every. Fucking. Drop. He patted my head and walked out.

I moved booths and a silver hair guy (but young) walked in and dropped his shorts. His 7" fatty was jutting out so I went down on him. He was quiet and let me do all the work. Then I saw a 2nd pair of feet and there was another football player looking guy there. Nice dick too though a little smaller.

I went back and forth on both dicks as they ended up making out. I think they were getting each other off and I was just there for a little assistance. I wasn't emotionally attached, so what the fuck did I care. I knew what I was - and what I was doing.

Silver hair guy grabbed the back of my head first and without a sound shot his bitter bitter load in my mouth. Naturally I swallowed. Moments later his new bf did the same thing, though his cum was just fine. Neither of them were big loads, but beggers can't be choosey.

As they left, Mr. Asian was there - watching.....waiting.

I zipped up and left the building.

Monday, July 05, 2010

Punk Rock Motherfucker

....or so he claims.

41, 5'9" and all of 160, while he was pierced here and there, he worse checkered keds (or maybe converse) to my hotel room. Why that might have been 'new wave' 27 years ago, I don't know he qualifies for 'punk' anything.

That being said, he had a good body. He clearly works at it and it shows in his arms and abs. His buzzed/shaved head helped in the facial area. He was ok, but nothing to write home about. Wait - I guess I am, right now.

The cock was fine too - about 7". But let's back up a bit.

I was out of town and on MH. He reached out to me, and while his ad was of nothing more than some random snippets about bands I had never heard of, his email to me piqued something in me. Plus he seemed engaged at the idea of meeting where others on that site drop off like flies the second you affirm their existence.

I was up early and he said he'd be too. He didn't say he was getting from work and had to shower, yada yada yada. I said 'why shower'. He said he would be 'dirty and raunchy' - which I thought was the point, literally and figuratively.

But shower he did - and show. He seemed shorter than his stated height, but I didn't care. I was horny. It had been two days (almost) since Mr. 8.5" ploughed my butt and I was ready for another go-round.

I stripped down and so did he then he turned me around to take a look. "NICE ass. Love all the hair". Then it was me over to the bed and him standing beside it. I took the hint and put his cock in my mouth. Or he put it there - over and over and over again. He ended up piston fucking my mouth. If I could have, I would have laughed when he said "yeah, suck my cock!".

There was no sucking involved. It was all control to take a tonsil-pounding. Cocksucking is about finesse, talent and some manipulation. This was about just taking the thrust. I had no tongue or saliva skills going on. Though his cock was getting a good wet coating.

At some point he climbed over me and I ate his ass. Yes, this was a man who just showered, but luckily didn't use any perfumed soap. He was clean, but tasteless. He seemed to like my tongue work, and I do take pride in what I do.

Then it was time to get on my stomach. He (I had no name) got behind me and ate my ass, which was a much better job than Mr. 8.5" did a few days back. This guy had me squirming. It didn't hurt that he was not-so-silently giving praise to my ass. C'mon, I'm only human - I like to hear that, even if he was doing it in a filthy tone.

Some spit was applied to his cock and my ass was saliva'd up. With my good hole stretching a few days before, I was still tight, but he slipped in easily. Bottomed out in short order too. Then he went to work on pumping my ass.

His potty mouth continued throughout the fuck, calling me most names in the book and telling me how great his cock felt in my ass. I like that he put himself first instead of 'my ass felt good around his cock'. I like guys who make it about them!

Unlike the fuck I had taken the other day, this one wasn't to last 40 minutes. More like 10-15. Not bad, but the orgasm came without much warning or build up. Maybe he thought he could hold off too and than hit that brink. It happens.

The moans were loud enough to be heard in the hall. I'm ok with that. Then he said, "take that load up your filthy faggot ass!" He throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. As he'd say later, "the first load of the day is always the biggest". It felt large.

After that he finally crawled off me and walked to my head and presented his just exited cock to my face. I opened up. I took him to the bush. I didn't really taste me on him, nor any residual load. But I cleaned him off good.

But then it turns out, I'd be cleaning him off for the next 30. He was trying to recharge and go for Round 2. I was trying to help him.

Between bouts of me sucking on him or licking his nuts, he'd eat my ass or stick his thumb up there, in a way that would suggest he was trying to taste the load or push it back up me. But he claims this to be untrue. He said he shot it too far into me to easily drip out.

There was some more play and an attempt at another go-round of fucking, but it wasn't going to happen. He cleaned up and left. I showered, packed and checked-out - but left with a load in my guts.

Saturday, July 03, 2010

A Set-Up Fuck

I feel as though I am back on a roll. I'm not only feeling more sexual, but doing something about it. Or maybe it's the other way around - but it's working, whatever it is.

Last week I hooked up with this guy I had been trying to nail (or really trying to get him to nail me) for the last few weeks. Finally our schedules meshed.

While there is a story behind it all, I won't go into it much more than he is the ex of a friend of mine. It was the friend's suggestion that I find a way to get the guy's attention and I did. But c'mon - my friend knows this guy pretty well, so he knew what he would and would not respond to.

"Mark" responded pics of my ass and ample sized penis. Make no mistakes, at least for the first go-round, there wasn't really any mention of doing much with my dick - but we'll get to that in a minute.

Mark showed exactly on time. We had little discussion on what was anyone's 'like' list. I knew only because of my bud, but Mark didn't know this. He assumed what he wanted - and it was mostly all correct. I never said he was stupid.

He also never told me his stats - including dick size. So I was quite impressed by this:

Fuck - who wouldn't be impressed by that??

A beautiful 8.5", thick and thickly veined cock!!!!

The pic was snapped after he had fucked me, so that is why it's so shiny. But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mark came in, we stood and stayed in the kitchen. I took the lead and started massaging his crotch through his shorts. He let me. I could feel him grow and could tell he'd be substantial, but I really had no idea how much so.

I went to my knees and he made no attempt to stop me. I loved putting my mouth on his dick and sinking down on it to his bush. He didn't seem to mind either. As you might imagine, that piece really filled my mouth too. I could only wonder how it would feel in my ass.

It did not take long to find out. Mark stood me up and took me to the island and had me turn around. He went down and ate my ass. Normally I'm pretty sensitive and responsive to that, and while it felt ok, it didn't feel great. Better than a stick in the eye, though.

When he was done, he immediately stood up and right behind me. While I love spit for lube, you did see his cock, right? This one was gonna need some help. I wasn't completely stupid, I did put out some lube just in case.

I also put out this....
I was told he wouldn't use it, but I thought it would be good for show. That's all it was. It remained untouched. Hell, it remained uncommented about.

So I greased up Mark's thick rod and he turned me back around. I do have to say, the guy was a champ. Yeah, there was some stretching and a little discomfort on my part, but after he expertly inserted it into me, I can't even begin to tell you how great it felt.

The guy was a pro at fucking. Varying speeds and intensity. Good moves with his hips and grabbing my nipples all at the right time - it made me respond, which made him respond, which made me respond.......and there you have a not-so-vicious-cycle. Maybe one of weird pleasure you need to stop but don't want to stop. We didn't. least for a while.

Mark braced himself on the stove behind him with his hands and told me to fuck myself on his cock. I obliged gladly. I think we both loved that too.

He had an ok dirty mouth, but I think he was getting used to me and what I'd either respond to, or shy away from. As if! He did say nice things like "move that whore's ass back onto my cock" - which made me do just that - with a passion.

We did that for about 10 minutes and then he took over again. The guy had a move which I don't recall ever experiencing before - and let's face it, I'm a little experienced. He'd almost pull completely out but do something with the head of his cock right at my outer sphincter that would make it burn almost white hot, but in a good way. He did that several times. Fuck it felt great - and I told him so.

At various times during the session, he'd slow down or stop (not pull out) because he became too close to coming. I would say he edged himself (with my help) close to seven or eight times. But the last time was just too much and he buried himself in me with hard hard hard thrusts and got his nut. He said he wanted as deep in me as possible. I couldn't have agreed more.

Mark stayed in me for a bit longer, his chest stuck to my back with the huge amounts of sweat we had built up. You'd think that when we straightened up and he pulled out that cum leaked out all over the floor, but it was our sweat. How do I know? I smelled and tasted.

But his cock, as you can see, came out all glistening - so I sent down and licked him clean. I wasn't too worried as I really did a good job of cleaning myself out before he came over. I do not think he was expecting that. I'm not sure I was either.

I couldn't do the entire clean up he he jumped in the shower, then dressed and left. But I can tell you, whatever my friend's motivation is about having this guy fuck me - I don't care. We will be doing it again. And again.

He liked my ass. I loved his cock. What could be better?