Sunday, March 13, 2011

Lick of the Irish (no not a typo)

This was a few weeks back, but I hadn't gotten around to writing about it. It was the same hotel stay as the Grindr hook-up I had, which was the same visit I had with the guy who wanted to be 'dad' while he fucked me, his 'son'.

This guy replied to my ad as well. ">Hey I'm 6'6"230lbs Good build and tall 32 yrs old White. I'd like a blowjob this afternoon...

The guy was clearly Irish, as he wasn't smart enough to have a fake email name/address and he had numerous tatts of this guy on his body:

He also had a nice dick.

I'm not sure when the pic was taken, but clearly before he had some of his ink done.

"Pat" sauntered in, bigger than life. I always hesitate anyone who answers a M4M ad and call him 'straight'. Who does that who isn't at least bi-curious? But straight?

Anyway, Pat maybe have been one of the closest I have come to that straight term, who was actively looking to get his nut. There was no interaction at all.

Like I said, he sauntered in, went to the bedroom portion of my hotel suite, kicked off what I'm guessing were size 13 or 14 sized workboots, dropped his jeans and took off his shirt (still amazes me guys strip down for a fucking blowjob), then he layed back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

This would be the position for the entire encounter. He would never look up to see me swallowing his shaft. There would be no words of encouragement - I'm assuming that it was fear that he would have to talk to a cocksucker.

I'm convinced, that with his head back and eyes closed, he could picture anyone with their warm wet mouth engulfing his dick, making him hard and then harder. Making him shoot his load.

I did all those things. Whom he envisioned doing it is anyone's guess.

All things said, on multiple levels, I like that level of impersonal behavior. I get off on it and clearly he needed it to be that way. It worked for all of us.

When it was done 20-30 minutes later, I exited the room for him to get dressed without him being watched or feeling he had to make awkward conversation. He finished, walked past me and out the door without a word.

Friday, March 11, 2011

BikeGuy Rarity - Topping

It was 11:00a and here I was, sitting outside an adult bookstore waiting to go in. On a weekday. A workday.

I actually got yelled at by the bookstore clerk for 'loitering' in the parking lot for taking a business call. I told him what I was doing and he SCREAMED at me that it wasn't a public phone booth!

I wanted to point out the irony that I was about to pay $10 to "loiter" back in their arcade where signs are clearly posted not to, but no one stops anyone. There are no signs posted out in the parking lot. I almost told him I understood his anger for having to make his living by making change for guys to go get their rocks off.

Anyways, back I went into one of the two arcades. Only a handful of guys there, nothing to write home about, but there rarely are. One older guy took a booth across from me. Normally too old for me, but when he flopped out his cock, I changed my mind. Long, thick and heavy.

It didn't last long - all he wanted was my dick. Sorry pops.

I kept wandering around, eventually going over to the other side and settling into the second to last booth mainly because there was full grown otter in there.

Shorter by my normal standards, he had great facial hair. What was probably a fu-man-chu, but so bushy that it was almost filled in as a goatee.

I know he looked over at me, in our doorless booths, but he was covert about it. Extremely covert. He knew I was there.

He had already taken his shirt off and while I stood there and observed him, he slipped off his boots, slid off his pants and put his boots back on, while never leaving his chair. Now and again, he'd take a huff of his poppers.

From his pocket he pulled out a thing barely thicker than two silver dollars stacked on top of each other. He opened it up and whatever was in there, he rubbed two fingers in and then took those down between his legs and under his nuts. He was lubing up, but with, what, I do not know, but it was a small quantity.

For some reason that boned me up. .....and you know I'm not a top by nature.

He stood up, I walked over - still he made no eye contact with me or acknowledged I walked into his booth. I rubbed my exposed hardening cock against his arm and he pushed back on it a bit.

Since I know he rubbed goo near his hole, I did nothing but turn him toward the corner and push on his shoulders so he bent over for me.

With no spit or other lube on my 8", I positioned myself and pushed in. There was a little resistance and I felt no gooey lube, but his hole dilated and in I went. It felt great and I remained hard, so that worked for me.

As is my problem with being a top, I either tend to cum to quickly or lose my erection if I fuck for too long of a time. It is why I am not a good top. I am built to bottom - we all know that. But I was in the zone.

Yeah, I came too close too soon, but I backed off and basically edged myself - using his ass.

I'd either stay still and flex my dick in him (which got a reaction), or I would to a nice and steady pump that made him feel good and didn't get me too close to dumping my nut before its time. Of course, there were also the hard slams up his ass, making his head wedge even harder into that corner of paneling.

There was some talk. Not much, but a little. I asked him he liked it? If it felt good? If this is what he needed.

His response was always the same, the appropriate: "yes, Sir".

I asked how many other loads he had taken, he said mine was the first, but not to be the last. Nice.

Since there were no doors, we got some gawkers, most of them trolls. Guys that even if they had huge cocks you would probably still turn down, even if you were majorly drunk and let all your inhibitions go. I'd wave them off.

The more I fucked, the more what little lube he put near his hole really worked well. Not messy, but let me glide in and out. I'd pull all the way out and slip all the way back in. You can't say I haven't learned something from all those guys who have fucked me over the years, right?

But after 20 minute, I was ready. He probably was too. Being stooped over for that long with your face in a corner isn't that comfortable - trust me, I've been there.

I made him ask for the load, and he did. I won't say he begged, but he asked for nicely and a little insistent. As I got closer, a guy showed up at the door. Not a troll, but not a looker either, but I was too far gone to wave him off.

I turned and asked him, 'you wanna see me cum in this guy's ass?'. He said nothing, but didn't move. I pumped it off up the guy's hole. Deep up there. It was a big load too.

I remained in him for a few minutes, letting myself deflate a bit before pulling out. I came out clean, so I just tucked back in, buttoned up my 501s and headed out the door past the asshole who collects cash and busts "loiterers".

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Daddy / Son fuck

Yeah, I'm the son in this story.

When on a work trip, I placed an ad that got a number of responses. Anymore, with craigslist you have to be vague as can be, or you're flagged and removed.

One response I got back was: married 50 y.o. masc, s&p/brn, 6' 0", 190, in-shape, CLEAN, ddf, non-smoker, professional, into most things sane/sane, body contact, nip play, JO oral.

He could only do early morning and since work didn't start for me until 10a, I could "work" in my hotel until about 9a. He called at 6:30 to say he was in the hotel parking lot. I gave him the room number and opened my door and went back to bed.

This did not start off or was set-up as a dad/son thing. Really the thought was me giving him a blow job and then sending him on his way.

But there I lay - with barely a sheet covering my parts when he walked in, fairly handsome and in good shape. Stripping out in the outer room, he entered exposed....then up to the side of the bed, where his cock went to my mouth and my mouth to his cock.

It grew in me. A good 7", average girth.

My head went over the bed and he fed me that way, but then he did something. He touched my chest.....a big turn on. Then he touched my dick, which is ok, but his hand slipped beneath my nuts and his finger just grazing my asshole.

I squirmed. It was involuntary. He noticed.

He told me to get on all fours at the edge of the bed. I did. Like a good boy.

No words on what he was going to do, but we both knew. Of course he did. I more than suspected. And soon after, he made contact - pushing the head of his dick into me. He met the appropriate amount of resistance, but make no mistake - it went in.

Hey somewhat hissed "whatta good boy".

After that he slid right into 'dad' mode. He seemed into it and I followed suit. If that's what was going to turn him on and get him off, I can role play with the best of them.

He went on about how hot it was to sneak into his son's room when no one knew. How he liked taking advantage of his boy while mom was right down the hall. He pumped harder.

I asked him not to tell anyone - least of all my friends. He assured me it would be our little secret - as long as he could continue to come back whenever he wanted. I told him he could.

All of this got him off much sooner than I would have liked - not that I need or want the role play, but I did like the fuck and he was good at it. I think the scene he established for himself got him super excited.

He shot a nice load into me and started to clean up and get ready to go. But then he kept playing with me and got erect again. He had me bent over, but all he did was a few strokes in me before he couldn't keep up. We both knew it and it was ok.

He had to go. I would have to get ready for work. We both got what we wanted. He seemingly got something a little extra: a son, for 30 minutes.

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Tangerine Dream

So I was traveling back to West Virginia. Yeah, I know.

But there is that hot bookstore that was right there off I-77. It's still there. Hot it was not. And trust me, I booked my travel to stay at a hotel almost across the street from there, so in the two days I was there, I went multiple times at different times of the day.

I'd say I got squat, but I did get one. ONE!

I knew he was a heavier dude...and most likely a trucker from the adjoining truck stop. But it is the beauty of gloryholes. Try not to look and it is a great equalizer. Then it just becomes about the cock - and not the 19 year old, or 70 year old that it is attached to.

I was there to do a job and I did it.

The cock was shorter and fat. It barely made it through the holes either way - length or girth. But the more I sucked, the more it grew. While it never got long, it did get fatter and fatter.

I sucked him, obviously. But at some point, my mouth was just pressed against the wood and the hole and he did the work. In and out of my mouth with some really really good rhythms. He'd edge himself as I could tell he'd get close then back off. All the while, the dropping of quarters could be heard on both sides of the wall.

Edging went on for a bit - maybe 10 minutes. He then just pressed himself into the wall and I knew it was coming. The jumping of the dick in my mouth told me that too. But it wasn't a huge load, or even one that had any taste - good or bad.

The rest of the bookstore adventure was boring. I did however, hook up with someone from Manhunt. On paper he looked great: I am 6'5, 217, 8 cut, thick, huge balls! ...and some native american blood in him.

It's not often I get guys taller than my 6'2" frame, so I was up for it. The 8" sounded and looked good.
Oh, he also said huge nuts. You can't really tell from here, can you? I mean not really.

Here's what it was: really really really distracting. But I'll back up first.

He texted he was in the hotel lobby, and I left the door open. He was a little grungy but not undoable. His cock was nice as he relayed. But then I saw the balls.

Or the moons. My fucking god, they were bigger than tangerines or clementines. Each.

I relayed the story to a 'buddy' of mine who said "hot". It wasn't. It was such a distraction for me on how disgustingly huge they were - I seriously wanted to refer him to a urologist or general surgeon. Freak show, came to mind.

Don't get me wrong, I tried to get him off, but all he wanted was........wait for to play with his balls. The one thing I wanted to avoid touching.

He ended up jacking over my face mostly. There are better pictures, but you know the drill, they show my face. This is a cropped version.

At least his big balls still produce sperm.