Friday, January 27, 2012


He was thick - no doubt about it.

One of his screen names said so, but you can't always believe those, can you?

We had met, we had chatted, but we hadn't done the deed. The question came up if we even should - as we were striking up some kind of friendship. I've never been one to have sex with friends (I know, I know). But the guy turned me on and we discussed and concluded one event wouldn't impede on the other.

The plan was for dinner and maybe something more. We started with something more. Dinner came later.

Shortly after being in the house, his normally friendly demeanor was gone. I was pushed to my knees. He told me to "lick it".

I gnawed on his crotch through his jeans. He moaned. I liked that. He undid his belt and popped the first button of his jeans. I liked that. I popped open the rest. He liked that.

That exposed his white Calvins. I gnawed on those, maybe even got them a little damp. I think I got an approval in way of a fucking moan and some dirty words. That's the way I interpreted it. Fuck, that's how I get through my days. My perceived validation.

Eventually, I pulled down the waistband to expose a beautiful cock. Wrapped around the base was a thick red rubber cockring. It made his natural dick that much nicer. I suspect he needs no enhancements. But it was nice nonetheless.

You'd have to ask him, but I believe I was good at my cocksucking. His verbals were all in the affirmative, even in a dirty way. I sucked aggressively. He pumped my face aggressively. No gags were to be had, I accommodated that rod well. I could have done it for hours.

He (yes, I'm providing no name, or even made up name), told me to stand up. With a stern look, he grabbed my jaw forcibly and rhetorically quizzed me: "you like this, don't you?". With almost no time between the next statement, he did in fact state: "you DO like this!".

Naturally, I answered "yes Sir".

I wanted to so badly to kiss him and he knew it, even before I attempted - even without words. Moving my face, his hand still clasping my jaw, he pulled me back and said, "who's in charge here?" My reply, "you are, Sir".

With that the kiss was mine, but on his terms. But I wanted more and with my lips, but not his. Well, not the lips on his face. He made me ask.

It was a beautiful ass. I fucking loved eating it. He might never admit it due to our dynamics, but he loved me eating it. There was no containing the vocals that were happening above me as he was bent over. It's another place I could have spent hours. Maybe one day I will.

But it was time for the main event. He was rock hard and wet.

Clearly, you know I take it up the ass. I've written about it often. I like it. I like to think I do more than talk a good game. I've taken it. I've taken it hard. I've taken big. But each guy is different in their approach. Top and Bottom.

I dare say that most aggressive top men are faux aggressive. If you say 'stop' or 'go easy', chances are they will. That's great in some regards, disappointing in others. Some say bottoms have all the power, I believe that is true only in weak tops. They can be manipulated.

This one was not to be manipulated or coaxed into doing it other than his way.

He knew one thing about me from this day - other than reading my blog - and that was I had already been fucked earlier in the day, and even still had the load in me, though it had been planted hours before. This was not to be a fresh load/lube fuck. That mattered not to him.

Bent over a chair, he lined up and pushed in. As the title and first line of this post states, he was thick!

I like thick, but this was not an easing in of thick. It was a manly shove. That's ok, I can do it, I thought. But he did pull out, but trust me, not because of me. Though I did go grab the poppers. Then it was back to being bent over.

One shove. One. FUCK it smarted! No way around that.

He pulled back when I groaned (possibly came off as slightly complained?) how thick he was, but he was unrepentive. That's how it should be - so deep down I was fine with it. He told me to breathe and I knew that, but fuck the impact hit every sensory nerve, and yes, I forget to breathe through those situations.

I did get a hold of myself and let him all the way back in. He kept telling me I could take it, since I already got fucked that day and still had a load up my ass. He kept plugging away, and told me that I would have to get used to his dick, not just for this time, but for other fucks coming my way from him.

We settled into a nice rhythm, and his cock always made me feel full. The earlier dick I had taken was about the same length but much much thinner. It was a nice full feeling, but still, he was stretching the hole - and he knew it. Hell, he loved making sure I knew it too.

He asked me to pass him the poppers and I suspected those would help him finish the job.

As he pumped more and continually deep, he told me to tighten up my hole. I did - he responded to it. The pumping, the poppers, the grip put him at the edge. Over the edge, eventually.

He made me ask for it. He made me tell him what I wanted, and what he wanted to hear. "I fucking want your load up my ass", I said. There were possibly other adjectives up there, but one can't always remember in the heat of sex. You get the gist of it.

He exploded up my ass. It was a nice big load too - or certainly felt like it. When he withdrew, even a little blop of cum hit the floor. I liked that.

After, we did go out to dinner and things were good - except for his mocking me saying "it's tooooo thick".

He did it to get a rise out of me, and to pat himself on the back.

Saturday, January 07, 2012

Bred by a Bear

6'2", 210, bald. Save him being almost 30 lbs heavier, he rivaled me when it came to stats. Well, his cock was about one inch shorter, but other than that......... Oh, and he was about 10 years younger than me. But that's it.

We chatted via Manhunt - he lived all of 4 miles from me. We never connected. And then we did. The MH chat was vague at first - and then he was quite clear: "I want to breed you" Well, you can't fight a tidal wave.

Confusion on where we were doing this was high. He kept telling me abouts where he lived. When pressed it was: "Oh, I can't host". Well, then why the fuck do I care where you live? But by this point, I was in heat and invited him over. He arrived in 10 minutes.

Whiter than his pics made him look, as I had assumed he was of mixed race, I guess it was just lighting. He wanted to kiss, which normally I can take or leave. He was an ok kisser, but nothing to write home about, just blog about, I guess.

I did drop to my knees to show him my oral skills. He seemed impressed, but that's not why he came over - on either of our parts, so that demonstration lasted only a few minutes. He showed me his skills do, which I was not expecting. Oral talents were highly rated, for as much as I even bother getting that done. Again, I had no desire to get off that way....if at all.

I had put out lube, and while he saw it, he looked down at his cock and drooled a nice wad of spit onto it. Nice. With me on my back, he then positioned the head of his cock in my crack. After a few attempts and insertion, I guided his dick about a half an inch south to where it found the opening. He pushed in. I accepted it.

No time for adjustment, he just plunged. I was ok. His 7" fit nicely. And that man could plunge. Over and over. Hitting sides of my inner walls that made me feel each push. While he asked if felt alright, it is not like he stopped doing what he was doing to really care about my pleasure. Yes, there is a certain mental satisfaction in that - for both of us. I get that mindset does not work for all of us. It does for me. It seemed to for him.

After 15 minutes, he couldn't seem to keep erect. He wanted to wash up a little and I took him to the bathroom. There I got a better idea.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, then invited him to join. He did.

I was wicked erect still, painfully so. He played with my nipples and I had to tell him to stop. I was afraid of shooting. I was afraid to tell him that, thinking he'd play with them to get me to shoot.

I turned around, ass towards him but he didn't think he could fuck again. Didn't think he'd get hard again. Hard enough, anyways.

With soap in my hand, I got a good lather up and worked his dick. I soaped my ass too and his fingers found it. With the my hand, and his playing with my nipples and ass, we were good to go again in a few minutes.

He turned me toward the far wall and told me to bend over. In his soapy cock went up my ass. He POUNDED for another good five minutes as hot water poured over his body. I got some sprinkles of water, and the open air was cool on my skin. He gave it like man, I took it like one.

He asked those words I've heard so often, "do you want my load?".

What I wanted to say was, "duh!", as he told me he wanted to breed me, which got him the fucking invite in the first place. And he didn't ask in a way which was rhetorical and hot at the same time - and I think you know how I mean. He phrased it like it was all new to him and was asking if I wanted more potatoes with my meal.

Of course, I answered in the affirmative - in almost a pleading way, "yes! yes, I want it all".

His groans echoed off the tile walls. His cum hit my inner ones. A five day load.

We stood in the water has he rinsed off. He asked if I was going to cum. I considered it, but opted to let my now abused, painful dick, stay that way and go limp. It wasn't time to cum. I was there to take it, not shoot it.

Wednesday, January 04, 2012


Fuck - he's young enough to be my son.

Granted, I would have been a father senior year of high school for him to be my son, but it might have been the biggest age difference - older to younger - that I have ever done. Sure, I was happy being the 'son' to many older men when I was 15 years younger than this kid.

Kid is a strong word. He's 30. He looks younger. Much younger. Nary a hair on him that isn't atop his head or at his bush. Not necessarily my style at all. And he's cute as hell.

The Kid (never got a name), contacted me on Manhunt. 6'1", maybe 160 and 8". His messaged had been on and off ,back and forth for months. Him to me. I'd never pursue him for a number of reasons - for the most part I do like older than that, I do like men with hair, but then again, there was something about his cuteness. A slight cockiness in his face. That appeals to me.

I am past my partying days and I know that hooking up with young can cause a conflict in these regards. So, we had texted back and forth for a few days and at 10:30a one day he was just getting up. I'd been up for hours at this point, but opted to swing by his place.

The Kid was not quite out of bed when I showed up but prepped enough to have a bottle of poppers at his bedside (probably from the night before) and both a TV and laptop playing porn. A nice touch, but unnecessary.

He dropped his shorts and I felt his hardening boner. It grew quickly, and to its full advertised inches. Oddly enough it is not what I went after first.

The boy had such a nice, albeit, hairless body, I just felt his chest and abs and then around to his globes. I started from the back with my tongue. I bent him over the bed and at his unshowered ass. I dove in between his cheeks and ate that crack and hole of his. He responded in kind - or in the manner to which I expected for an ass eating.

He took it well, but we both knew that wasn't what I was at his place for. He really wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't prepared for it and I don't think he was either - not that just waking up is a detriment to sticking a cock up a guy's ass.

had him turn over on his bed, sitting on the edge and lowered my head to his erection. The sinking of my mouth down his shaft to his bush elicited a nice long moan. The boy was a moaner. I like moaners. It lets me know I'm doing something correct - at least for that one person. Each feeder is different and has their own likes.

At one point, he scooted himself back onto the bed and propped himself with pillows. I got between his legs and took his rod all the way down my throat. All 8". I worked that dick for a good more 10 minutes before he couldn't hold back.

I would have loved to suck longer, but truth be told, I had a deadline and things to do. I was already going out of my way to be there in the first place. I went for it.

With vigor, I went for it. The dick. His load. I got both.

Telling a buddy later, he asked what the load was like. It was plentiful, the way a 30 year old can shoot, but it was thin and lacked taste. I like a thicker more tasty load, but really that's not what it's about for a guy who sinks to his knees - is it? It's a plus, but that's not the main objective. It's not mine anyways.

He showed me to the door and realized he was up way too late, as the trash had already been picked up.....and one piece getting in my car and leaving.