Sunday, January 30, 2011

On To My Next Loads

After taking it up the ass twice and sucking out one load, I was on the road to hit a bookstore. I figured I’d get there around 2:30p, and maybe I’d hit the change of shift with the blue collar community down there. I always think that and rarely have my expectations been met. There is little working community there anymore due to the economy, so there are no set times for the workers, since they don’t really exist.

There are two sides to this bookstore: both with booths and no doors on them, but you have to pass through the 'lobby' to get from Side A to Side B.

Side A had nothing going on. Sure there were the collection of trolls and voyeurs, but no one I would have gone down on, unless really drunk or completely desperate - and remember, I had three loads in me at this point, so I was not desperate.

On going through the lobby to Side B, I passed by a definite prospect - the best looking guy I had seen in the place in quite a while.

6', maybe 190, masculine, army jacket, ball cap turned backwards. His head turned back as well to catch my gaze. I'm confident enough that I didn't need to chase him - at least not yet. I continued on my way, he on his. I'm guessing he felt the same way about his prospects. I knew when he'd see what was over there, he'd be back my way. ...and he was.

"Brett" made a bee-line (casually) to Side B where he spotted me in the hallway. He ducked into a booth, making sure I saw him. I walked that way (casually). I didn't even make the pretense of going to the booth across from him to 'look his way'. He didn't make that pretense either and just grabbed his dick through his jeans.

It was on.

I stepped into the booth and grabbed his crotch. He let me. He let me pull down the zipper and fish out his nice solid 7" rod. Nicely thick, but not so much so. Like it was for Goldilocks - it was just right.

I went to my knees and we both enjoyed the head I was giving him. He held my head and I loved it. He insisted I stay on my knees, even though there was a chair - I was ok with that.

I actually sucked for a while. He spoke. He was into it. He was into being watch (as am I), as long as it is by the "right" kind of guy. That is all subjective, of course. One guy was the guy. He was ok, but not necessarily my style. He had him come in, unzip and have me suck him. The problem was his dick, fully hard, was tiny. Like 3" tiny. I'm not kidding.

Even with this hot as fuck guy watching and directing, it was hard to get into my "work". How can you when so uninspired by the material?

At some point Brett had me get up so the other guy would suck my dick. He was ok at it, but that's not what I was after. However, he and I made out while this guys blew me. I would like to say Brett was a good kisser, but alas, he was not.

That's ok, he had other qualities.

He dismissed the other guy, wanting to be alone with me. Score.

Brett is hard to describe, not that I really "know" him. He had this sweet streak with a heavier nasty one. The way he talk and acted seemed very piggish and then he'd snap into "I don't know why I said/did what I just said/did" kind of moments. Both sides seemed sincere, but you know me, I am going to enjoy the nastier version of him.

He made that "mistake" of playing with my nipples and it all went the way you'd think. Soon I was face against the wall and him sliding up into me. While I tried to be all innocent-acting, that was to be gone when he slid up into two other loads. Though to be fair, he though I just pre-lubed before coming into the establishment. I did.....just not the way he thought.

He was a rough fuck, but I had been broken in earlier in the day and could take it.....not that he cared. I had to find places on the wall that didn't creak so much as he drilled my hole. ....and man, did he drill.

I shouldn't have worried about the noise - he didn't. And it's not like the management has ever kicked someone out, but I do have to say, most of the time, it's only oral sex that goes on there. If fucking is going down, it's not so animalistic, the way this was.

I moved myself so my head was in a corner, giving two walls to take the impact that my ass was also taking. I never turned around really, but I'm sure we had visitors here and there. Who wouldn't want to watch that show?

Though I knew he was getting close, he never made the attempt to pull out and I never said a word to him not to. We were both too far gone - and neither of us would have changed a thing. Soon enough his mouth was at my ear: "I'm shooting up your ass!".

We stayed like that for a few wanting him to stay up me, him not pulling out.

When he did slip out, he turned me around and kissed me, then pushed me to my knees: "clean me off".

I knew I was clean enough, and the most I'd be licking off his shaft was not remnants of three different loads (2 guys). He loved that I did it. I loved doing it, pleasing him.

I stayed on him for a while and he got hard. I opted not to let up until he told me. This wasn't to happen. Without me being aware, Brett deftly slipped off his belt. Suddenly it was wrapped behind my neck and he pulled me into him....his cock buried in my throat....and staying there. It was wicked hot.

Over the course of the next 45 minutes, I would suck him and he'd fuck me three more times. None of those times resulted in loads, but man did it feel good and he had me where he wanted me.

For the big finale, he actually ended up jacking himself off and cumming onto my hard cock. Oddly enough, that's not what a surprised me.

What did was him going down on my dick and cleaning it off. Make no worries though, he didn't swallow - he came back up and transferred it to my mouth.

In my beard, I had his ass (which I had eaten earlier), his spit, his sweat and his load. In my ass, I had a few loads and a sore butt from all the times he and the other guy had fucked me. .....and I was still horny.

If you read for content, nowhere here did I cum.

In the back of my mind, I had planned to do another walk through, thinking I could get more....or get off. In the back of his mind, he was in the back on mine. He was having none of it.

He made me give him my phone number and I couldn't give a fake one because he insisted on dialing it right then and there to make sure I had given the correct one. He also said I was walking out with him.

I attempted to use the restroom on the way out, but he was having none of that either. He wanted me to smell like I have his body fluids on/in me, like I did.

He escorted me out of the bookstore and stood and watched me get in my car and drive off. He wasn't having me have anyone else.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Bred x 2

I've been horny.

I always am, but sometimes it becomes a lot of work to get laid. You know it's true. But lately, I've opted to do something about it. I went looking.

The ad was 46, 5'9", shaved head. His pic in his profile though was faceless, but showed a few hands, not his own, grasping his clothed crotch - which looked a decent size.

I sent out a message to him and eventually he responded in kind. Not sexual, so I wasn't sure he was interested. Eventually we got around to a discussion where he wanted to fuck my ass.

I was in need and agreed to go to him - which was like a 40 minute drive away. He was having lunch with friends, so I was to meet him at 1p. I was to bring poppers.

After prepping myself, I drove and showed up at the appointed time. He was waiting.

I plopped off my shoes and followed him to the nicely finished basement that had some Treasure Island Media bareback porn playing - a nice touch. He wanted to start right in on the poppers.

The poppers were from Canada and a gift from a friend of mine. Allegedly they were like poppers of olden days, before they became headache makers. They weren't. I didn't get much out of them at all actually - at least now and again with the U.S. kind, I can get a little of a rush. Not so much with these. Still it was a nice gesture.

We got right down to it. I peeled off my shirt and he approved of how I looked. It was nice validation for all the work I've been doing at the gym.

He got down and sucked me for about a minute and then I was on my knees servicing him. That action got him hard, but I wasn't completely done. I moved around back and at his ass, which he loved. He maneuvered himself into 69 position so he could eat my dick while I ate his ass.

But it was my ass he wanted. That was ok, I was there for his dick in my ass.

Though there was a bottle of lube near us, he never even reached for it. We operated on spit and spit alone. It's still my first choice, but it was nice he had a back up. As it turns out, we'd never need it.

"John" did a good job of sliding into me and up to his short hairs. He did a nice job of pumping my ass nice and deep too. After a few ins and outs, he could pound like an experienced fucker really getting into what he was doing.

I wasn't expecting him to cum within 10 minutes and with no warning. I don't know why those were my expectations, I guess I wanted it to last more than 25% of the time it took me to travel there.

We chatted for a few minutes afterwards, and then I started to dress. He told me the pictures in my profile didn't do me justice and that I should think about changing them. They were fairly recent, but all self-timed shots, and I have no perspective on what I look like, I guess.

John said he almost didn't answer my reach out to him because of the pics. On one hand, "ouch" but on the other hand, he really liked what he saw in person. Time to change the profile pics, I guess.

We talked as he showed me out and in the laundry room he was talking about the fuck we just had and that he was getting hard again.....and he pulled it out to show me. John suggested we go back downstairs, but I said no - he could fuck me right then and there.

I dropped my pants below my ass and bent over in their laundry room and across their counter. He pushed into my pre-lubed hole (thanks to his load) and just slammed me over and over. It was great - at least for me and I think for him.

Again, it wasn't a huge time commitment. Another 10 minute fuck and he pumped his semen up my ass - again. Nice.

And again we were talking and he was still aroused. I went to my knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked his cock - and sucked him clean. He grabbed onto my head fucked my face. That took less time. I'd say within 5-6 minutes, his cum was hitting my tongue - naturally, I swallowed.

When he caught his breath, he pulled up his pants and said, "Ok, I am definitely done".

It sounds odd to some, but I loved how he grabbed a towel and did a quick clean for himself - but never offered anything like that to me. It was all about him and I was there to 'help him out'.

As it turns out, this was just the start of my day. I left John's house and went to a bookstore.

That adventure is soon to come to this blog right here.