Thursday, February 27, 2014

A Man Possessed

After I did that photo shoot a few weeks back, I had only made it to my car before getting hit up by a fuzzy bearish guy three miles away.

I'd seen him on certain apps and he was ok. He gave me the address and I paused for a few.

I had been fucking with his next door neighbor for a while and I was just like - wow - I'm racking them up, right in a row. Literally. But I knew the neighbor was out of town and off I went.

He had left the door open for me and I found him upstairs at a desk watching porn on his laptop. Naked.

Not a word said as I went to my knees, sucked his ok 6.5" thin cock and swallowed his load. That was that. Three loads in an hours time.

But now it's weeks later. I'm getting into my car at the park after just having sucked off that sub guy. Lo and behold who is hitting me up but Fuzzy.

I was still in the mood for more cum, so why not?  Actually, I still had a raging hard-on from the park suck. I think I actually turned myself on by all the nasty things I was saying to him and how I treated him. I'm not patting myself on the back, but I have learned a thing (or a thousand) from the men I've serviced. Some more than others.

Once again, the door was unlocked.  Once again, he was upstairs watching porn on his laptop. Naked.

I took a nice hit of poppers then hit my knees and started sucking him.

He was way more into the porn than was seemingly into me. But if you've been around, you get a few of those. It's ok - I wasn't looking for stimulating conversation or a date.  I kind of would like the guy to notice my skills and what I'm doing, but maybe it's the porn that gets them off and that the mouth is just a place to dump the load.

On the vid, the top was fucking his office "intern" with a dildo nice and hard.  I asked the guy if he liked that.  ....but meaning that he'd like to be fucking the guy - not getting fucked.

"Eat my ass" was his response.

So he got on his chair, bent over the desk, exposing his tight little pink pucker to me. I dove in.

He was pretty much shower fresh - outside and in.  Oh yes, I said 'in'.  My tongue went deep....deep... and deeper. I ate that hole like I was fucking starving. He responded in kind.

The guy pushed back against my face, forcing my tongue deeper.  The way his hole accepted my tongue, I knew this wasn't his first time.  Or 101st time. His ass had seen more than tongue in its day.

Maybe it was the park encounter - and my pseudo dominant display. Maybe it was his ass.  Maybe it was the video playing, which now had the stud pulling the dildo out and replacing it with his raw cock. But I was rock solid hard.  I just kind of lost control.  No idea what came over me.

While taking mini-second breaks for ass eating, I kept spitting into my hand and slicking my cock up. Five, six, seven times.

He never asked for it. I never asked if he did.

I stood up and pushed my cock into his asshole.  It went in willingly. Oh so willingly.

Now - you know topping is really not my thing, but here I was with my bare cock buried in his ass. And he was now pushing back.

And I'm not a top for many reasons. The main one is mentally I'm not one - and even when I try, my brain and the neurons to my cock are not hooked up in that capacity. So staying hard is always a challenge.  That day?  Not so much.

Another reason is, I have little control.  When bottoming, I don't care if I ever cum. As a rule, I don't jack off for weeks at a time. I just don't care about cumming.  But when fucking, I don't know how to pace myself.

I'm sure with experience I could control the latter, but the former is the bigger issue. I can never seal the deal usually - nor do want to most of the time.

He did ask me to pull out and I complied. But he only wanted to move to the bed, so he knelt on the edge - a softer place than a desk chair.  He positioned himself like he had taken it this way numerous times. Numerous, numerous times.

I slicked myself up and went back in.  He took it like a pro.

My cock is not small, nor thin, so that he took it with ease meant he had as many visitors as his next door neighbor....just on the receiving end.

I was vocal about my being close - on a few times.  I stopped moving, but then he'd start fucking himself on my rod. And fuck, this boy could use his ass muscles to squeeze a shaft.  It was clear, he didn't want me to hold off. He wanted the prize. The load. My load.

The fucker was teasing my cock and knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off. He never asked for it directly, but he didn't tell me to stop. He didn't ask a lot of things, now that I come to think of it. But that's the way sex is, isn't it?  

It's all about the moment.

I really couldn't hold off, even though I was only about eight minutes into the fuck. I was at the finish line whether I liked it or not.

No big announcement from me, but somehow he knew.

I'm not like the porn guys who continue to fuck through their orgasm. I bury deep and unload.

Maybe he figured that out. Maybe he felt it throb.  Maybe he felt it shooting.  I don't know. I didn't ask. I didn't give a fuck.

But he knew. And that motherfucker continued to milk me with his professional ass muscles. He was going to get every drop regardless of what I thought or wanted.  But I'm not that sensitive after shooting, so I don't have to pull right out.  I let him do his job.

The aftermath is what you'd expect. A swipe of the towel on my cock - though he was remarkably clean, like he was planning on someone fucking him. Anyone.

Me pulling up my jeans, which never actually came off. A thanks and a trip down the stairs by myself.

I bet a large amount of money, he went back on-line looking for his next conquest, as he never stroked or got off.  He was looking for another dick - I just know it.

Of course, the next day, I got a message from him asking when I'd like to 'eat his ass' again.  But we all know that not what he was wanting from me.

Monday, February 24, 2014

the Park

The risk of getting caught - in the act, or in a sting - at a park has increased exponentially in the last decade or two.

Yet here I was, not only cruising a park, but getting into a guy's utility vehicle at a lesser traveled part of the park, that had full view of anyone approaching. seemed risky.

Yet here I was. In a passenger seat of a stranger.

Do you know how when you look at some guys, you just know their the sub?

It's the way they carry themselves, react or a facial look that just lets you know they want to be controlled.  Of course, I like to think I'm above that. And often guys mistake me for (or hope that I am) a top.

If you read this blog for content, clearly I'm not.

This guy, while claiming versatility, was a sub. A bottom. Whatever you wanna call it.

Now, before ever getting into his truck, I told him what I was looking for. But like many other manipulative bottoms, I think he was hoping IF he got me there, I'd change my mind.

Clearly, he's never met me.

But I can be a manipulative bottom too, when need be. And sitting in that car, I needed to be, if I was going to get anything out of this encounter.

The guy (I'm sure he told me his name, which I immediately forgot), made some comment after asking if he was a cop. He asked if I was, and then made a mention that he liked the aggressiveness of a cop - and the uniform.

I don't have one, but I can cop (ha!) and attitude. So I just became an assertive "top" who was going to suck his cock.

So I sat there and told him of what I'd like to do to him - if I were in a full cop's uniform...or leather. How I'd fuck him. How I'd let others watch.  He was stroking himself - oh, so hard in his fist.

Of course I'd never do those things to him, but he doesn't need to know that. It was all talk. But it got him going - and that's when you let the assertive personality get you what you want.

That's when I told him what I was going to do to him right then - which was to suck his cock.

It's not my usual asking / begging scenario. It was a demand. A command, if you will.  He made a vain attempt to say that he wanted to suck me afterwards. I had no intention of letting that happen, but I played along and said, "only after I'm through with you".

...and then I went down on him. And I sucked him like an expert.  He had a nice 7" dick, not thin, but not thick.

He was so worked up from the public display and the dirty talk I provided, that he lasted maybe five minutes. But it was a nice sized load and tasted good.  So there's that.

Naturally, I got every drop - as I always try to do.

But now it was time for me to potentially get sucked. I was thinking of my way out when he provided it:  "that was great, but I don't swallow or let a guy cum in my mouth".


"Sorry boy - that's all I want. I don't want to cum on me or in your car.  It's your mouth and you swallow or nothing at all.".

It was nothing at all.

I exited, got in my car and drove away.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014


I was running late. So fucking late.

My day long meetings went way longer than expected, some even bailing on me, only to be forced to reschedule those into conference calls on the four hour drive home.

...and I was going to be late for a dinner because of this.  ...and then needing to stop for gas while in route.

While pumping the gas, I get a message from a guy on Scruff.  7 miles away.  With a message asking: "Do you want to suck my cock?"

45, 6'0", 190. Handsome face.  Solid hairless chest.

And then this is attached to him too.


YES!  Of course, I wanted to suck his cock. But why now?  Why, when I'm running so fucking far behind?  But saying "no" wasn't an option. Not really.  I said I'd be there in 15 - as he was in a nearby hotel. Room 344.

I knocked. He answered. True to his pic, at least facially, as he was wearing nylon workout shorts and a t-shirt. But you could tell that chest was solid as hell and you knew it'd be beautiful.

For whatever reasons, I do love a nice chest on a guy. That an a face. I know here and blogs like this we talk about the cock, but a good face and chest can let you get away with a lot lesser body parts.

The door shuts and our hands go to each other. As if he knows me, his hands to right for my nipples over my dress and t shirts. I quiver, as you might expect.

Reaching to cup his cock through the shorts, he was solid there too. I had no worries. But he kept playing with my chest, which was hot, but it always makes me want to get fucked. Of course, this guy made me want to get fucked. Period.

That wasn't meant to be - for a number of reasons - so we just touched, we played. He tried to kiss.

I would have kissed him, but he wasn't very good at it, or very committed, even though he initiated it.

He also wasn't very good at sucking cock.

He liked my cock - and it is a nice cock, even if I rarely use it - and made a few half-hearted attempts to suck it, but I don't think it is really what he wanted to do. I think he just thought it was the admirable thing to do, but as you all know, I don't care about reciprocation.

So it came down to me on his dick.

We started with me on my knees and him standing.  Then he sat on the edge of his hotel bed.  Both ways I would take him to the root.

When he'd stand, he would pump my face, but I won't go as far as to say he fucked it. Neither of us were big on talking. I mean, my mouth was full, and he'd moan a little, but gave little words of encouragement.

He seemed like a nice, decent man - getting his pleasure by moving his cock in and out of my mouth, past the ridge of my lips and pushing back in again.....and again.

Naturally, I wasn't completely passive about this. I would use those lips. I would use my tongue.  I would meet and match his pushing into my mouth by moving my head down his shaft. We worked in unison.

Like I said, he seemed like a nice guy.

But as he stood above me and I was working his dick, the signs were there of him getting closer to orgasm.  This thick hefty tool became even more rigid. His breath became just a bit shallower.

All of the sudden his arm goes around my neck and I'm in a headlock.

His fat cock is now lodged down my throat. And he hisses:  "Is THIS what you wanted?   Is the load big enough for you???"

I could feel the pulses of his shaft. There was a faint odor of semen and an even more faint taste of bitter jizz.  But in reality, it all went directly down my throat, bypassing my tastebuds as he held me in that tight grip.

Not swallowing wasn't an option - not that I would have opted differently. Maybe he didn't know that. Maybe he didn't care.

I tried to nurse it a bit, but he yanked the cock out of my mouth and a glob of cum fell to my inner thigh. Hardly the shy one, I scooped it up with my index finger and ate it while he watched.

He grabbed his shorts and pulled them back on.  He didn't say it, but he was done. Done with the act. Done with his load.  Done with me.

He did mentioned he gets back here every few months and would keep me in mind.

Let's hope he does.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Magic Tongue

It had been a while.  For me. For us.

I'm not 100% sure he remembers ever fucking me - as it had been years before. I've seen him on-line since, and I'm sure he's seen me too, on any number of sites or apps.

I remembered him, but I remember the sex being fair. Not horrible, but not great.

Since it had been a while for me - to get fucked, that is - I reached out with a 'wink' of some kind. You know - the non-committal acknowledgement that you're checking out his profile and kind of waiting for him to make the actual first move.

Some guys hate "winks". I don't mind them - getting or giving. It's a litmus test. It's extremely passive-aggressive and with some guys you kind of want that. You want them to be into you, because you're not sure you're into them, at all.

It sucks being rejected by someone you aren't even sure you're really that interested in the first place.

That said, he replied back and was looking to fuck - at some point. We went through the dance of our schedules for weeks. Honestly, I was looking forward to it because he wanted to fuck. Not flip-fuck. Not versatile.

He. Wanted. To. Fuck.

On a cold, dark night, I found his place. Though I remembered the general area, just not the specific house. I had also forgotten about the plethora of female religious iconography.  I'm assuming Virgin Mary stuff - but not being from that religious persuasion, it's hard to be sure.  I mean, there was a LOT of it. Everywhere.

But up we went to a bedroom. Clothes were discarded. Bodies were touched.

Before long I went to my knees to show him my skills as a cocksucker. He seemed to be appreciative. But we both knew that wasn't the end-game for either of us.

Soon, I was on the edge of his bed. My legs hanging over the edge, him between. For sure I thought he was going to suck me, as he told me after I got his load, he wanted to suck mine. So I know he thought himself a cocksucker.

But he pushed my legs back. His tongue went for my ass.

It is safe to say, that in my lifetime, I've had my ass eaten countless times.

Now the definition of 'countless' is: "too many to count". Where that might be a slight exaggeration, no one has been keeping tally over the years, but suffice to say it's been a fuck of a lot of times.

And it's also safe to say, I have never ever ever ever ever had such a talented tongue touch my pucker.

Whatever he was doing to me down there, is what I'm guessing was equivalent of getting a woman to cum by eating her out. The tremors that shook my body to the core and then head to toe and back again were amazing.

Now and again, when a guy licks (not sucks) my balls just right, for the first minute or two, I get similar feelings, but usually I desensitize quickly. Same with most ass-eatings.

NOT with this guy.  I was having non-ejaculating butt orgasms one after the other. It was fucking heaven.

I think he went on doing that for 10 minutes. I'm not sure if he enjoyed doing it as much as I was enjoying having it done, but I hope so. I hope my groans and swearing  - and writhing - were motivators for him.

Of course, maybe he was just prepping the entrance for himself.

Without any big set-up, he stood.  He had 7.5" with a big fucking head. He put one a little lube, but not much. My hole was prepped - he had seen to that. Even more important, my head was now in a place of needing penetration and it was attached to my ass that was still reeling in joy over that eating.

That fat head parted through my hole like a hot knife into butter.  He just sank into me. First the head - then the rest of the shaft. Bottoming out in one full, complete stroke.

The man knew how to fuck. I had forgotten that - or he got better over the years. He put me through my paces, really fucking me, hard and not, fast then slow.

Granted, I goaded him a little. Even asking him if he was going to pull out before coming.

He almost sneered, telling me how he had no intention of ever pulling out - that's not what his cock is for, that is not what his load was for.

And while I knew that, it was how he said it that boned me up even more.

The guy fucked me for a good 30 minutes. And it was a GOOD half hour.  Oddly, there wasn't a big finish. No vocal warm-ups or announcements.

Yes, there was a look in his eyes. And then the squeezed eyes as he popped off up my ass. A big load. You know the ones you can just tell?

Eventually he slipped out, as I wouldn't let him just pull out. You know me - I like to keep it there.

We said we'd do it again. Soon. But it's been weeks now. Though we keep trying to find time in our schedules.

He never did blow me.  They never do - no matter what they say.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Red Hot Photo Shoot

A short while back, I was asked if I would be interested in posing for a nudist magazine. It was an interesting request.

I have no issues being nude, but I wound never call myself a nudist. At home, in the best of weather, you're likely to find me in shorts and a t-shirt, even if I am going commando. I wasn't sure how it would work.

I won't get too specific into what I was wearing and how it came off. I won't get into some of the accessories that were there, except one: whipped cream was a prop. It wasn't well used and possibly won't make any final pictures - again, if they happen at all.

But this was a nudist magazine, not a sex magazine. So if you're expecting sexual activity, there isn't any. Sorry in advance. At least not on film. Hell, being erect on camera wasn't even required....and for the most part I am not.

I felt I could have been - even should have been, but I'm never fully erect.

This wasn't a truly amateur shoot. There were back drops. There was professional lighting. The camera was a fucking pricey one. There were reflective screens that would make my palate look whiter or more gold - and these were held by an assistant.  I say not professional, as no one got paid and this was neither of their real careers.

Both men were handsome and similar in stature. 6'-ish. Athletic and muscular builds. A nice amount of chest hair, but not overly done. Both bald...of shaved head.  I had actually seen the assistant on-line years ago and lusted after him greatly, but he disappeared. I also assumed he wouldn't know me from Adam. But when I arrived he said, "we've chatted before in the past".  I'm not sure if that was a good impression or not, but he remembered.

The studio was smallish and the lights made it warm - even in various stages of undress. Over 400 pictures were taken - so let's hope SOME of them were decent.

Near the end of the shoot, the photographer came up to adjust me and leaned in to kiss me. He did it well. Enough to get me a little harder for the rest of the shoot. Now and again, he'd come back to kiss me as his assistant looked on.

At the end of the shoot, I was completely naked. He put the camera down, killed the lights, walked up to me and kissed me again, while also unfastening his pants and letting them drop. I wasted little time going to my knees and helping him out.

He let out an appreciative moan as his 7" cock disappeared down my throat. He towered above me, a hand going to my head while I sucked his dick.

At some point the photographer motioned for his assistant to come over and join - and he did, stripping his clothes off as he approached. He too had about 7".

I went back and forth between the two guys and their meat, as they stood side by side.

Off to the side was the can of whipped cream. With a reach of my arms, I was filling my mouth with a hefty dose of canned cream. Within a few seconds, the photographer was plunging his dick into a pile of cream and a warm mouth. He moaned more than he had before.

He took the can and sprayed a line down the top of the shaft of the assistant. I then went down on him.

The mouthful of cream felt weird. It felt good. It seems they liked the sensation too. Truth be told, it was a little too sweet for me to continue much longer, but I cleaned them both up until it was just my mouth and just their cocks.

I went back to sucking.

The assistant stepped back, knelt and went down on my cock while I was still on my knees sucking the photog.

As hot as that was, you know I don't need, or even want, to get sucked most of the time. It feels nice and all - and he was doing a great job - but that's not exactly what gets me off. So I pulled off the photog's cock and got below the guy who was below me.

While we kind of ended up in a 69 position, I was under him so I could get to his ass. His perfectly formed hairless ass.

While I was loving it, I couldn't tell for sure if he was into that, though he didn't try to stop me. But it proved to be a huge turn-on the photographer. He jacked a bit while he watched and it started sending him over the edge.

Due to my being under another guy, it was hard to maneuver out in a timely manner. I missed the first few shots of his load - and while it landed on me, I didn't swallow all.  A hot scene, but you know I hate to lose the load.

With some of his cum on my face, arms and chest (and some in my mouth), I went back to the assistant's balls and ass. He asked when I wanted the load. I said I can take it whenever he was ready. The assistant informed me he was known for being able to "cum on command".

The photographer told him to cum now. And he did. While hovering an inch or two above my mouth, he let loose with a great load of jizz.  Yeah, some went in my beard, but most went into my mouth and slid down my throat.

Then I cleaned them both off.

Before I could get ready to go, they did want to see me cum. Since I was kind of their guest star, I felt a little obliged. So I jacked my cock as the photog just fingered my ass. I blew a huge load that hit my chin and of course trailed down from there.

They let me shower before I dressed to go home. Normally I wouldn't, but I was pretty messy and sweaty from the lights. The assistant showered too and I just regret not stepping in with him.

Maybe next time.

I've been invited back for another shoot in April.