Tuesday, September 27, 2011


He entered the booth across from mine - no doors on either. He knew I was there.

I would venture to say he was 40, dark hair, but thinning. He had a beard and additional scruff on his neck from where he'd normally shave, but clearly did not get around to it. He wore jeans and a football jersey and sported a wedding ring. Not a bad body, but one that probably had seen better days and with a little effort could have been quite nice.

He never looked over, but pulled out his dick. He had to know I was watching or had the potential to see it. It was thinner, but not too skinny. It was 7", maybe another half inch. There was a nice head on it.

He was watching straight, all-female bondage and light S&M type porn. I like straight porn, but mostly for the straight men's dicks. His choice held no appeal to me. But I wasn't there for the porn.

He sat down on the bench so now I could only see from his calves down to his feet. I got out of my booth and walked over and peeked in. His eyes never left the screen.

I stepped into the booth a little. His eyes never left the screen. But on the other hand, I never got a shake of the head telling me he wasn't interested. I touched his rock hard cock - which he removed his hand for mine.

To me, that was as good as a 'yes'.

I went to my knees and he watched the movie. I sucked his dick.

If I say so, I was doing a great job sucking his cock. It was stiff, it angled up, and great for how I was positioned to take it all the way into my throat. At this point, I was expecting now acknowledgement of what I was doing or my skills, be they good or bad. To him, I wasn't even there.

This did not deter me. I wasn't looking for acknowledgement at this point. I was looking for his load to shoot into my mouth, which, let's face it - is a certain kind of validity for being there and doing a decent enough of a job. I didn't need his verbal cues, as much as I might have liked them.

Most guys in these booths have a sort of ADD. They never keep it on a porn "channel" for more than 5 seconds. This guy never deviated from his girl on girl with cage and whip action.

I blew the guy for a good 15 minutes, maybe longer. He wasn't giving up the load that easily - and I'm ok with that. I suck cock. I like to suck cock.

And because I am so adept at it, I do different things with my mouth, tongue, lips and throat to get a reaction. One of, or a combination of, those things I can usually find something that different men respond to. Even the silent ones.

The combo to get his reaction was my mouth going down on him as my tongue danced along the bottom side of his shaft. I heard a very very weak "yeah" pass through his lips.

It could have been what he was seeing on the screen that got him to react, until I did it again. I got the same "yeah".

But being a good cocksucker, I also know not to repeat that over and over and over where it wears out its welcome. You change it up a bit and come back to the thing that gets them going. The anticipation they seek. The things that revs them.

In that distraction, I found another hot spot - the head of his cock....or right at the corona. I got a stronger "yeah" there.

Getting this man off now would be simple. Two hot spots and the alternating in some fashion would make him squirt. This I knew. I wasn't sure if he was ready, but I was.

The deep throating, the shaft tickling and the head work had a few more "yeah"s out of his mouth. He wasn't verbose, but he made that monosyllabic escape that past this lips count. From all I could tell, he never looked down.

The already rigid, already angled cock, go stiffer and started pulled back towards his body. Yeah, he was on the verge. One more "yeah" from him, but longer - "yeahhhhhh" - and the guy started pelting my tonsils with his cum.

It was a big load. Nice tasting. I stayed on it and milked every drop out with my mouth and hand.
I was still on my knees when he stood and put his cock away. Without another word, and certainly not a look, he moved past me and out the door.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Business Casual

It can be fun to see the differences between a man when he turns to sex.

I think it is safe to assume, while co-workers know I'm gay, they don't know the things I do, let alone to the depths I go to do them.

There is fun in seeing this in others, however. Add to it when they are an uptight business man who seemingly has no sense of humor or much personality other than his work persona. Take it one step further when you've done business with this individual twice and he has seemingly no recollection of you. Granted, it was six years ago.

So there I was in an adult bookstore, their video arcade, amongst the half dozen or so guys I had not desire to have sex with when he walked through. Tall. Lean. Well put together - as you might expect, even in a sleazier setting a good hour away from his home base (and mine).

I go there because it is one of the closer places I know I can get dick. I would venture to guess he goes that far because no one would, or should, recognize him. I'm venturing to guess no one did - except me.

I am really not bragging, but I figured I had a shot with him because I wasn't ugly which was on the menu that day in this place. I have said it before and will again, but I hate being the best looking guy in a bookstore. You attract all the trolls and it keeps me from the task at hand. This does not mean that I think I'm good looking, but I know I'm not as heinous as some others walking those halls.

So Mr. C took a booth and I ended up entering the opposite one. Immediately others came to look in both thinking, hoping, praying. All were denied. I wasn't sure I would be given the green light as he looked over, but not interested. I remember that as his business face.

But he did pull out his dick. It looked ok, but nothing extraordinary. I stepped over and he did not stop my entry. In fact, he had prepared it. There is one fold-up chair in each booth, he took the liberty of folding it up - making sure I would not sit to take his cock, but to go to my knees for it.

Well played.

He did indeed have me get on my knees. That is always fine with me. He didn't stop me from leaning forward to put his penis into my mouth. Actually, he quite enjoyed that I did. So did I.

His seemingly average cock turned out to be anything but. That flesh tube grew to a solid 8.5" and very very thick at it's base. I would have been impressed if anyone had this dick, but as a business guy, he kind of presented himself as proficient in the sales arena and had nothing else going on for him. Clearly I was wrong at reading this guy.

And the confines of that 3'x3' booth was like a fucking transformation chamber. Mr. Uptight let loose, at least a little. Probably a lot for him, but a little for most of my readers.

He encouraged me to suck his cock. That he said the word 'cock' seemed out of place of such a professional man, but he did and with authority.

The dick was beautiful and I loved sucking it. Clearly, he was ok with how I was performing as well. He'd look down and me and encourage me to blow him. Or he'd tilt his head back with his eyes closed, taking in the sensation of my mouth.

Why I don't like to use my hand when blowing a guy, Mr. C asked me to do it. He knows what feels good for him and what gets him off, so who am I to argue? What I didn't want to happen was for that to end it sooner than later. This was a cock I wanted to be on for a long time.

It turns out the suck/jack routine didn't spur an early ending at all. It enhanced his pleasure and I'd still deep throat him and stroke on my uptake. And it turns out he like a finger in his ass. Probably more, but this was just going to be a finger.

I noticed he loved playing with my chest and nipples, until I encouraged him to do it, then he stopped. I'm sure it was some sort of power dynamic, but he stopped and I was a little disappointed since I get off on that.

But I know he wanted to finish it eventually too. I took as much time as I could and really worked that cock. Mostly with my mouth, but with my hand on occasion. Both stimuli he responded to, so I did they hybrid.

He muttered he had a big load.

It turns out, it was an ok sized load, but not big. Granted, I might not be the guy you want judging that, but in his eyes it was a big load. It was thick. It was heavy. It tasted good.

I squeezed it all out with my mouth and onto my tongue, even the last few drops. And in a heartbeat he was buttoned up, in every way - clothes and attitude. He went back to being Mr. Stuffy and walked out the door.

Totally worth it.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Rough and Tender

He texted me that he wanted my mouth.

I always want his dick, but I was two hours away in another town. Headed back, for sure, but not still two hours away - at least. He said he'd wait.

The drive seemed longer than two hours.

I texted where I was. He left the front door ajar the way he always does. I knew to find him upstairs in his dark bedroom on his black leather sheeted bed.

His eyes were closed as if he were sleeping. We both knew he was not, but if that is his thing, so be it. I stripped down and went between his legs.

His cock was soft, but always has a thickness about it. It went in my mouth - just as he wanted. And it grew, just like we both expected it would.

I did a great job with it. I always do. I always have. Off and on for 15 years I have sucked this man's dick. A few times he has put it other places, but that has been a long long time. I'd be ok with it, but he likes my mouth most of all.

And why not? It's a good mouth. It's a great mouth.

His hands went to the back of my head and he applied pressure. A lot of pressure, mostly using his thumbs. So much pressure it went beyond playful playing to downright pain. Pain that, it turns out, I would feel for 3-4 days. I tried not to struggle, as I knew he'd enjoy that, but I knew he wasn't going to let up that easily either. Finally I had to tell him to stop. I went back to sucking his cock.

I got him worked up way too much and way too soon. Or maybe what he had been doing to me go him worked up. He told me to keep on his cock and he was getting ready to blow his load. No deal.

I had been thinking about doing this for 2+ hours, I wasn't having it over in 10 minutes. Tops. Much to his displeasure, I pulled off.

I scooted up beside him and let his prick cool off a bit. I played with his nipples, he with mine. I stroked his nuts. He leaned over me and kissed me hard.....almost passionate. He kept that up.

He told me things out of the blue. Things out of line for as long as we've known each other. Sure, 15 years, but only about 5 hours together and most of that with my mouth full. Nice stuff he said, but yet it made me uncomfortable. We've had almost no conversation to get to "know" each other and some expression was a little uncomfortable.

The words were a harsh juxtaposition next to the painful thumbs in my head and neck.

I told him to fuck my face.

He straddled my chest and fed me his dick. He braced himself against a headboard or wall and proceeded to pump my mouth with his now growing cock. I knew him. It wouldn't be long.

This guy, whom I have mentioned here and there before, flooded my mouth. He always has the biggest loads. I always take every drop. This day was no exception.

I milked his cock with my mouth, then my hand to make sure there was nothing left.

His kind words were gone. He'd shot his load.

"Get out".

I did.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Not Really a Sex Post

A number of people, over the years, have said I should take my stories and make them more into book form.

It's nice idea, but I would imagine the audience would be somewhat limited. Then there is that whole messy book tour I'd have to do. I think it is enough to want to be in movies.

I know there are others of my nature out there in book form. I wouldn't be the first. I wouldn't be the last. But fuck if someone didn't do it in fiction form - which probably isn't the first either.

And it looks horrid.

Some douche named Scott Alexander Hess is releasing a book called Diary of a Sex Addict. Ugh. Been there.

And the excerpt they give, if it is any indication on how the rest of the book goes, isn't all that good. First, it's fiction. Strike One. Secondly, it doesn't even seem like good fiction.

You can read here, if you opt to. But I'd rather you just read blogs like mine for the real stories.

Friday, September 09, 2011

Married Man

Yes, I know he's married. That's his issue.

Yes, I know he works at a religious school. Again, his issue to deal with.

What I also know is that he wants me to be his cocksucker. But he probably says that to anyone who put his throat around his 7 inches. And it's a nice 7" dick.

I am there to provide service.

He does like my mouth though. He has tried it four times now. Each time, at least for me, has been better than the last. He's feeling comfortable with me I am thinking and letting some of those inhibitions go.

The man has become more verbal. Very verbal. Goodhearted, but still 'cocksucker' and 'faggot' roll off his tongue with ease now. That works for me - as you might imagine. Part of me thinks he's saying it more about himself with disdain than he is about me......and he's projecting.

Yeah, I took Psych 101, why do you ask?

I really don't analyze these guys.

"Tom" has a nice fattish 7" dick. It starts off so-so sized but grows nicely and quick. It doesn't take much to get him going. This is a good thing as he is always on his way to work and coming from home. Time is limited.

He talks a lot during sex....or he does now. I like this. He asks questions that are not meant to be answered. You know the ones: "does that dick feel good in your cocksucking mouth?" "you like that, don't you?" and that entire playlist. But he does it with conviction so it's good. It doesn't seem trite.

While I can't show you, the last time we were together, he grabbed my phone and took some video. I mean, he took pics too, which you see an edited one here, but the video shows too much of me. I have to keep mystery and intrigue with you all.

Most guys can't operate the pic or video process and fingers get in the way and forget a clean shot of them turning it off. It's not rocket science.

But Tom didn't turn off the camera and just put the phone down. While you only see black, there is audio. Actually, there was 10 minutes of audio as the camera/phone sat there and recorded. I edited it down to 90 seconds or so. The end. The most important part.

Yes, it will play like a video, but you won't see anything but black. You will want to turn up the volume to hear shit, but you might not want to do it at work. I suggest earbuds or some kind of headset. Or at least shut your office door.

You'll get the gist of what Tom says and how he shoots.

Anyways, it is something new for this blog. I hope it comes out ok. I hope you like it.

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Short. Muscular? Hung.

He was Indian. Or Mid-Eastern. I couldn't tell. I didn't ask.

It as a CL ad. One that caught my eye - obviously. '3 Day Load' was the title.

Three days? Big deal. I go weeks without getting my nut. But I also know I'm not most guys. I've never been most guys.

But for others, three days is unheard of and I thought I could be of assistance.

He claimed to be short and muscular. I never saw beneath his sweater or shirt, so I cannot attest to the muscular. He was short. 5'6". Maybe 160. Dark complexion, but nationality of unknown origin. Around 40. He was going to be over on my side of town for business and wanted to stop by. It worked for me.

He showed way later than he said, which is annoyance, but a fact of hooking up.

No pretense, no stilted conversation. He opened his pants and said 'this may take a while'. I wasn't sure if that was about getting hard, or getting off, or both. Either way, I doubted that scenario.

I went to my knees. His darker dick hung straight down. Normally not much of an issue. But even as it hardened, it stayed down, making it easier than it should have to slip from between my lips. But it did - and often, for a bit.

He got hard fairly quick, so maybe the blowjob would take longer? Longer than what?

Immediately he gripped my head tight and used force to get me to suck his dick. I get that. Not a Napoleon complex or anything (or maybe!), but probably more a straight-ish man making sure a cocksucker thought of him as all man. I don't know. I didn't care.

I wasn't planning on going anywhere, so if it made him feel better about the grip, so be it.

Just as forcibly, he'd pull me off his dick and push me to his nuts. They smelled good, clean but they were small. That doesn't make them any less sensitive. He liked my tongue there.

Back and forth he/we went. Dick to balls. Balls to dick.

He asked if I'd take 'it'. I asked 'what?'. His load. I assured him that's why I answered the ad. It is what I wanted. I promised to take every drop.

I sucked. I sucked some more. He was harder and harder. He never mentioned being close, but when you've done this as long as I have, you know the signs. Or should.

He pushed me back to his balls, but I was afraid of not getting what he wanted. What I needed. I told him, "put it in my mouth".

He started to shoot, and I pulled off his sac to go to his head, barely making it there in time.

It was a bland but plentiful load. There was a lot of heavy breathing on his part.

I kept his cock in my mouth for a minute or so to savor what was still oozing. When I came off he squeezed the shaft for one more drop and held it there for me - silently - to go back down on and clean off. I did.

A minute later he was zipped up and out the door. As it should be.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

the Friendly Skies

You might think with all the traveling I do that might have had access to a TSA agent, a gate agent, a male flight attendant or the occasional pilot. Nope.

Once on a 5:50a flight to Newark, I was upgraded to first class. No one in my row, either side of the aisle. The male flight attendant took notice of me - a lot. I flirted back with some crotch grabbing (my own) and it had him making multiple trips to pass by me. But that's the furthest it went.

But recently I was on Grindr to see what there is/was to see. Turns out, there was a pilot staying at a nearby hotel. He was there on a lay over needing some amount of rest before he was allowed back in the air. ....and he was "in need".

"Denny" was about 6'0" and 190. Overall he was ok though he carried a little in the gut.

I got to his hotel and knocked on the door.

I was worried the dick wouldn't be what he claimed: 8.5". See?

It was very short and really bulbous. Almost slightly inflated. It wasn't pretty.

I like uncut dick, but this was really put me to the test on what to do with it. So small, it barely fit in my mouth without falling out. It took a while to get it to grow to a decent length let alone to it However, it did grow to the advertised size.

I was on my knees sucking and then he propped himself up in the bed for me to come at him between his legs. That is never the best position for me, but I wasn't there for me. Denny wanted a long, hot, slow blowjob. He doesn't come quick, he claimed.

I suppose quick is all relative.

I was in and out the door in less than 15 minutes. Either he doesn't know what a long blow job is, or I am just that good!

Anyways, it was a decent sized load, with zero flavor. But I swallowed it all, as I am apt to do.

Then I was on my way, and he took of for friendlier skies.

Tuesday, September 06, 2011


Travel sex is clearly where I score the most action. I'm on the road quite a bit and you know, I look for the strange in a strange place. It's what I do.

Depending on the town, the usual hook-up sites are over-saturated or non-existent. Take the west - a town I was in lately had a guy 4 mi away....the next one was 138 mi away. I like cock, but not driving 2+ hours each way for it.

In a town like Los Angeles, there can be pages of people within 2 miles of you and still have little to no prospects, but L.A. is a different kind of town. It's an industry town and many think they are too good for anyone. I normally strike out there.


So, I have done my work in L.A. and killing time before my red-eye. I had already done my interview for Service and now was just doing a little driving around when I get a buzz on the phone saying I had a message on Grindr.

It was one of the odder things I had encountered. A guy I hooked up with back last December, close to town was in L.A. on business too - and at his hotel near the airport. This guy and I were 44 miles from each other locally and 7 months later still couldn't get it together for a repeat anything. I kind of had a thing for him.

Yet here he was, asking me to come to his hotel to play. I was ok with that. I had to be at the airport anyways. Then he tells me, there'll be a third person there. Young. 22.

I get to the hotel room and "Brent" opened the door. Still as handsome as all get-out. And naked. He closes the door and goes over to 'the kid' and they start sucking face as I start disrobing.

I walk over and Brent starts kissing me while the kid goes down on him. Eventually the kid goes down on my dick too. Then he's up and kissing me. The kid is a good kisser. He's a good cocksucker too.

We did nice equal times with each other's mouths and cocks. Swapping positions, and it was all working very well. Then there was a knock at the door. Brent told me there was a fourth.

I went back to making out with the kid.

#4 was an ok guy. Hey, he brought poppers. But you could tell just by his look and/or reaction that this was not meant to be.

Yeah, he stripped down and made out with our host, but I didn't expect him to stay the duration. The kid went down on him, but #4 was into the host. So was I, but for 22, the kid was hot. Little body fat, nice big flat nipples, tight abs and at least 8".

I could have easily done 1-on-1 with the kid.

#4 only wanted to make out with the host or go down on him. That was ok for a bit, since I got to spend time working, or being worked on by the 22 year old. His big fat dick slipped so easily down my throat.

But what little I know Brent, I knew he wanted to fuck the kid and truthfully, I wanted to see that. But I wanted both of them to fuck me. #4 I didn't care about and it wouldn't matter anyways. Soon, I looked up to see him putting on his pants - and soon after he was gone. No shock.

Brent went to go fuck the kid and he swiveled his head to see bare dick. He asked for a rubber. Brent complied. You could tell he wanted it bare, but he wanted the kid more.

The kid took the dick with ease and was way into it. He moaned. He asked for more. He begged for more.

Brent paced himself well and would pull out and go down and eat his ass, then go back to fucking him. A few times he took off the rubber, thinking he might go in raw, but each time the kid "caught" him.

Brent did bend me over and slide in skin to skin. The kid watched closely and said nothing of our method. But when Brent went back to him, he suited up.

The kids was on his back and taking it up the ass. I went down and ate his cock. Not the best angle, but it worked. In between my sucking, I praised him for what a good fuck-boy he was and how good he was at taking a grown man's dick up his ass. He muttered something about being fucked since he was 16 by older men. He knew what he was doing.

Brent fucked harder. I went back down. The kid got closer to coming. ...and then he couldn't hold off anymore.

He shot a lot, but not all in my mouth. Brent pulled me off it and some went on the kid's abs. Then the host went down and licked it clean, while he was still buried up the ass. But he was close too and pulled out.

Brent pulled off the rubber and pushed me down on his about to be spurting dick while he kissed the 22 year old.

I took it all.

They both laid me back on the bed and had me stroke off while they watched and made out. No one cleaned me up or licked anything after I ejaculated.

I jumped in the shower, since I still have a few hours until my red-eye and then six hours on that flight. I didn't really think anyone next to me wanted me smelling like jizz.

As I was drying off after my scrub down, I heard the two talking, well....Brent: "no, he's just someone I hook up with. He's nobody".

There's a way to put me into perspective, huh?

I dressed and went to go catch my plane.

Monday, September 05, 2011

The Art of On-Line Hook-Ups

It is really not an art, sometimes it is mostly luck, but there is some skill involved - and this is not really a sex post, other than I'm going to post a dick pic of some other guy.

For those of us who attempt to make arrangements, I just have to share a little exchange between me and some guy who contacted me. Read that last part again: he. contacted. me.

TC: what's up stud?

me: Hang w friends. Headed to lunch in a bit then. But love a guy w thick cock

TC: love a hot bottom ..

me: Nice!!!! Have to head back to Cleveland later, but.....

TC: hit me up later ..

me: So?

TC: I might be wasting your time .. I'm not really sure I want to hook up .. definitely interested though ..

"Not sure I want to hook up, but definitely interested" ??? Clearly you're not. ...and now you are wasting my time.

Normally I don't care too too much about the ones that got away, but he was of a good age, right height, athletic and he had this going for him.

Isn't this just the kind of thing I am here for?

So with all the right things in place, save a little bit of immediate timing (those guys who say must do this "RIGHT NOW!!!"), things fall apart...assuming they were ever really coming together in the first place and he just didn't want locked pics to be unlocked for whatever purpose.

I should be used to it, but sometimes............