Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Room 254

At the 30 day mark, I finally got rid of my load. And it wasn't wasted.

You've read, the last time I came, was inside the ass of a 20 year old college student. This new guy was a little older, but not by much.

I was managing an area at a leather convention in town. Under me, I had a handful of volunteers each day. Most weren't much to look at, or at least didn't pique my interest.  However, on the second day, "he" walked in.

Not surprisingly, like most people there at 9:30a, he was tired and hungover. But unlike a lot of them, he was cute...and even borderline handsome. As we had finished setting up the day before and things really didn't get rolling until noon, there was a little downtime. Instead of asking for the volunteer help, I ran around doing the little things myself - as it was just easier than explaining it and then following up to make sure it was done and correctly. But the other volunteers - all guys - chatted and seemingly got along with each other.

It should be noted, possibly, that on this day, I was wearing black combat boots, leather pants, an army green t-shirt (with full harness underneath) and a leather vest. Just for show, my leather pants were not buttoned and my zipper was no fully pulled up. I was showing skin and some pubes.

I could say it was all for luring in folks from the convention, but let's be honest, I was showing off and I wanted to attract some attention with hopes I would have time to sneak away.

At some point, I looked down at my phone to see I had two Scruff messages: one was a "Woof" and one was someone had unlocked their private pictures. Both came from the same user. When I clicked on it, the face seemed familiar, but it was the name that made me look up.

"Austin" was sitting right in front of me, looking at me looking at his Scruff profile. His images in his profile looked like a different version of him, but now seeing the real and virtual, I could see they were the same guy. He winked at me.

While this "convention", most things are not subtle in the slightest, he played it that way - and I played it right back. He had a wedding ring on his hand and I figured his husband was walking around somewhere. So I shot back at 'thx' and to tease him a bit, sent a picture of a certain body part I was thinking he wanted to see.

Yes, he added his room # to the text. I got the invite.

By the way, he besides being cute-handsome, he was 27,  5'10", 170, hairy with maybe 6.5" with an upward curve as you got closer to the tip of his shaft - or so his pictures showed. That day he was wearing glasses, making him look sexy-geeky.

Since I was his "boss" and we were slow, I was deliberately teasing him, the way my zipper would come down even more, the way I'd adjust myself just for him, the way I'd smile just for him. I was a flirt, but he made it all so easy.

His shift ended and before it did, I told him I had to get the new shift situated before I could come up. He said he could be ready at 1:30p.  At 1:40p, I sent a message that I was on my way.

I knocked, he let me in. The room was a mess. Clearly he was sharing with more than just his husband and let's face it, guys at a leather convention who've been up most of the night are just pigs. It was obvious they had not let housekeeping in - possibly for days. That is ok, it added to the ambiance.

I grabbed him and pushed him against the wall, pressing my lips into his. He was a good kisser. But I was in charge. He submitted and he did it well.

Eventually, I went down to his dick and sucked it for a few minutes, but I spun him around and his hairy ass was right in front of me. I dare say, it was a younger version of my ass - it had that much fur. I spread the cheeks and dove in. He was moaning enough the housekeeping staff I passed in the hallway could probably hear him - but you have to figure they've seen and heard it all at this point.

Time, for me, was of the essence. So we had to get down to it. With only my pants half-way down, I dragged him over to the side of the bed, and had him get on his knees on the mattress. With me behind him, I lubed up and went for it. But it didn't work initially as we had to get his pants off, which meant his boots too.

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I opted not to tell him beforehand that it was a 30 day load. Guys can get turned on by that, or freaked out by it. And inevitably, the 'why so long' question comes up. This wasn't a time for conversation. It was a time for breeding.

When it was over, after the camera was off, I cleaned up. He wasn't 100% clean and profusely apologized. I kissed him and laughed. "It happens, man....don't worry."  

Sure, I like to be spotless too, but when someone sticks a cock up someone's ass, you have to deal with the reality of it all. Get over it or don't do it. It was just one more thing for the housekeeping staff to pick up and go, "ugh!".  And I'm not even sure that hand towel was the dirtiest thing in the room.

A bit further after that, I sent a follow-up message:

Can't say I didn't warn you on the question that would be coming.

But I felt he needed to know how much sperm was in him. Oddly, I know when I go this long it isn't the first round that is greatest amount, it is the second.

....but that story has yet to be told. But it will be.  Soon.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Hotel Bathroom Stall Fuck

It had been 24 days since I last came.

Yes.........let that sink in.

I often mention I rarely jack off. And even when I do, it's usually when I'm getting fucked. But the last time you heard about me ejaculating was when I fucked that 20 year old boy.

We've made plans to fuck again, but they always fall apart. I'm not holding out hope before the school term ends in a few weeks.

But I was at an event and afterward there was a guy less than 2 miles from me in a hotel.  He wanted my cock, but had no place, as his boyfriend was in their room. He suggested a bathroom near the conference area - the last stall.

I agreed. I told him to be there in 10 minutes.

...and damn if he wasn't there on time.

He didn't look anything like his picture, though he wasn't bad. And when he dropped his pants, his dick was fairly small - even with a cockring.

But he wasn't there for me to play with his cock - or suck it.

He went to his knees in the stall and sucked me for a few minutes.

But sucking was not what we were here for. At least it was not what I was here for. So I stood him up and he didn't fight me when I turned him around.

He dug the worst smelling poppers out his pocket and sniffed them, then he bent over, put his head in the corner of the door and the partition and waited. I used more of my spit as lube - adding to what he applied with his own mouth.

Maybe it was the angle, maybe it was him, perhaps it was both - but the hole was tight. Clamped down very tight.  No big worries, as I got it open enough with pressure to get the head and a few inches in.

I told him to keep quiet and thrust a few times, but still not burying my rod up his ass.

At last, I'd say I got about 80% up his hole and gave a good half-dozen ins-and-outs and he seized up and starting to pull off me at the same time. While I could have been hurting him (and kind of hoping I was.....a little), I knew exactly what was happening, even if I couldn't see it. The guy was shooting his load.

I actually fucked the load out of some guy.  Me!

But I knew I was done. I could tell. While cumming, he pulled off me. He positioned his ass just far enough away from my still rock hard dick that I knew I wasn't getting back in there - and with him having cum I'm not sure I wanted back in anyways. I didn't want him just to have to go through the motions - I wanted an engaged bottom.

Some of his sperm had made it to the white tile, but most he caught in his hand. He used that cum to coat my cock, which would have been hot for fucking lube, but he wanted to use it for jacking off lube.

I pulled his hand away and said, "I'm not here for a handjob....sorry. That's not gonna happen. " He understood. pulled up his pants and went into the next stall to get himself together. I hiked up mine and walked out of the restroom and back to my car.

He texted me via the hook-up app "Sorry. I'll make it up to you next time."

So I moved on to day 25 of no ejaculation.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Mirror Mirror

49. 5'11" 162, hairy, 6.5".   The last two parts of that description are from me. The first three are from his profile.

Handsome (more so in his picture) and thin, he was a nice guy. A seemingly nice guy. I have a feeling with more time and exploring I would find out he might not be darker, but a little more wild than mild. I like that in a guy - - button up by day, but in the confines of four walls where no one can see, he has a dirty side.

At first he was all about the kissing, but I knew that going in. For guys who are all about it, I do expect them to be expert kissers. He was best. He had a ways to go. And while I know it takes two to kiss, I DO know I'm a good kisser when it comes down to it. It's not bragging if it's true.

But slowly, shirts came off. Shoes came off. Zippers undone. I'm pretty much a Levis guy, but he was wearing Lucky Jeans so when I unzipped them, I was shown this:

I looked up to him and said, "yes......lucky me".  And then continued to pull down his jeans past his knees. Then his underwear. There I found his 6.5".....thin at that. But perfectly serviceable.

I should say, when we got into his place (well, not even his place as he was new to town and subletting it for a month until he found his own residence), he went to use the restroom. I wasn't looking to spy - I never am - but I couldn't help noticing information about his job lying around. I wouldn't have really noticed at all, except it was from one of my previous employers.

Knowing what he did - and yes, I know what he does - kind of made it a little more naughty, for me. He was blithely unaware of my new gained knowledge. But this knowledge also helped me gain a little insight into behavior too. Or I'm reading too much into too little.

Opening his pants led to me sucking him. He'd be hard, and then semi and then hard again. I wasn't sure if it was him or me, though I was pinning it on him to a degree.

He came down to my level - literally - and wanted to kiss more. And play with my nipples. He was all about my nipples and while it felt good, it wasn't making my hole twitch the way it normally does. Sure, it was responding, but maybe in general I wasn't feeling "it" with him.

He also put his mouth on my ear. And tongue in it. That is always a turn-on for me too. It makes me weak. He was good this way.

He spit in his hand and stroked my dick and it was ok, but for 4,593 time, I'm not a big jacker-offer, and I had no intention of getting off this way, not that I was in any danger of being close.

But then he looked at my balls and saw how big they were / are. They're always big, but by this time, I had not cum in 22 days. I don't really know that your balls get bigger if you haven't cum or not, but mine have always been more than ample.

He rubbed them, he caressed them. He pulled them. He looked at me when he did it and when I didn't give a negative reaction, he pulled them harder. Then harder. For a joke, I almost did a mock yawn, as if to say, "is that all you got?", but I didn't.

He lightly tapped my sac. Again, looking for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. It wasn't unpleasant, but I'm no fragile flower. He took it up a notch and then maybe five more.

This is where I could see glimmers of a potentially more wild, a more dirty, kind of guy. He went harder, and I encouraged him to. However, I didn't give all my secrets away. I didn't tell him he could be much harder. I wanted him to figure it out for himself now or if there was to be a next time. I could tell he was getting off on being what he thought was rough.

For a minute - tops - he went down on me. He was a good cocksucker, but I know he wasn't going to take anything to completion. I could see that while he liked part of it wild that he had a streak in him that wasn't going to ever put him at any kind of real risk. I also started to think he wasn't going to let me be at any kind of real risk either - which means, I wasn't going to really get the load.

I intuit well - I think - and I wasn't really disappointed this time. I was......just not with my perception skills.

As I was down on my knees, sucking him, he stepped away and started jacking his dick. He said he wanted to spray it on my chest, but I said I wanted it on my tongue.  He started to compromise and say 'face' when he took himself over the edge.

His load hit my face, a little on my tongue, some on my chest and some on my pants. It was hot - yet disappointing.

He looked down at me with a huge shit-eating grin. Then he says, "don't move" and runs off back towards the bathroom and bedrooms. I thought he was being nice and fetching me a towel. However, he comes back with a big mirror - the only one I'm assuming he owns and puts it in front of my face, to show me the amount of his load, clearly of of which he is proud.

He then holds it over my head and says, "this is the angle from which I see you".  I will admit, that he was into that aspect was kind of hot. I tossed him my camera and he was all too willing to take a few pictures of what he had done.

I asked him to scoop it up and feed it to me, but he either didn't hear me (unlikely) or unwilling to participate in an event where one of his body fluids went into me.

So I scooped it up myself and at it.

Maybe we'll do this again. Maybe not. We made zero plans. He wanted me to jack off, but I wasn't about to waste my load in that same way.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Sexy Ugly

You're familiar with the term that is the post title?

You're just not facially attractive, but still exude a certain sexiness? I could give examples but they'd be my own. "Sexy" is relative to each man - so is "ugly".

He answered my posting. 58, gym rat (clearly), 7.5". and he wanted me to be his cocksucker. And had the attached picture.

I get that guys cut off their heads because they don't want to "be known", but guys crop off their heads for other reasons. One being that you might be chased by a horseman brandishing a pumpkin who will end your life by throwing it at you as you race through the streets of Sleep Hollow.

On paper, he was great. Even in person, he had the right verbal skills to treat a cocksucker like a cocksucker. I have to admire that.

And I think in the situations it is appropriate, to look up at your feeder and make eye contact, letting them know that you know, they are superior to you.

But honestly - and I don't say this to be nasty - you want to be able to look at him. Not cringe or turn away. He would have been perfect for a gloryhole.

Still, I did my "job". He had a nice cock. A great body. A good verbal delivery. Sometimes you just can't have it all.

He shot in my mouth. He told me to swallow. And I did.

He hasn't asked to come back.   ...and I'm ok with that.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Vaseline and Cum

His cock was big and curved.  Like 8.5" big. And with the beginning of the St. Louis arch kind of curve - though in ratio to what was hanging between his legs. 

It was thick too. 

In theory, it was everything you'd want in a cock.  But theories are just unproven hypotheses. They are good, but never conclusive at to what it will be or actually is. 

It is my fault for not asking for a picture of him. Or a better picture of him. Something with mirrored sunglasses makes me throw logic right out the window. They are bad boy shades. They leave room for hotness and disconnect. They hide a plethora of sins. 

No such glasses were on when he opened the door. I could see his face for what it was - and while i'm not here to bash his looks, let's just say, I considered asking him to put the glasses on. But that would be rude. 

I also never asked about the size of his dick. No - that's a lie. He just never answered, so I wasn't expecting much. I wasn't expecting that! ^^^^^^^^^^ up there. 

He peeled down his gym shorts and "it" sprung out. I never had to look up his face again.  : )

...except that I did. He kept putting it in mine. And he was a horrible kisser. 

It was hard not to notice the lube or condoms on his bedside table. It was hard to notice that one of his lubes was vaseline, which while slick, doesn't really mesh with rubber(s). But more on that soon. 

He sat on my chest, feeding me his cock. Or trying to. It's a difficult angle at best and that is with a cock that doesn't arch up. But I'm a consummate pro, and I did a good job. Not a great one. 

I will say he wanted to sit on my cock too, but deep down, I wasn't feeling it. Neither was Bikeguy Jr., who wasn't fully rising to the occasion. I know I've fucked a few times this year, but I have to want it - I wasn't there at this time, or with this guy. It wasn't going to happen. But I had to be delicate about that, because I still wanted his cock. I didn't want to offend and be tossed out. 

He offered me lube and tossed me vaseline. I hadn't used that for decades and it oddly felt familiar and good. There really is nothing like it. 

He put on a condom and pretty sure he lubed up with the same stuff. I was going to say something, but honestly, I wanted to see how fast (or if) the rubber would deteriorate. But we never got that far. 

Maybe there was too much pressure. Maybe he wasn't into me either. Maybe he didn't have enough blood in his body to fill up that hardening cock. He was more erect than I, but not enough to do the deed. 

It was then I just went to my knees. The rubber was off by this point and I sucked like my life depended on it. His cock responded. He liked it. My lips were coated lightly, but completely. Add to that my spit as I went up and down on the shaft. 

It was all going so well when he pulled away at the last second, some cum landed in my mouth, some on my lips / face, one went to the floor my legs. I got back on it and took it all. I'm not sure why he pulled away, but I was not to be thwarted in my goal of his load. 

As I walked out of his apartment, my lips were now tasting of petroleum jelly, spit and cum. 

By the time I got to my car, he had blocked his profile from me. 

....and I totally get that. 

Monday, April 13, 2015

Thick 2

I was back. But this time a little tipsy and the texts were not anything about oral.

I was at a bar with friends and got a message if I'd like to come over. Back to the big dicked man in my last post.

He greeted me at the front door and this time, I was directed upstairs. There was no play downstairs with a subsequent a trip up. This was strictly in the bedroom goings on.

All clothes were dropped as soon as we entered the bedroom. Me palming his thick fucking already hard cock and him toying with my balls for all of 45 seconds was the only foreplay there was to be.

He invited me onto his bed and I accepted.

I noticed at the bedside table there was lube. I knew where this was going. I kind of suspected anyways, so while I haven't really used poppers in the last few months, I knew that with his girth, I might need some assistance.

With the only light coming from the porn playing on the tv, I took in his beauty - and he is very handsome with a good body. The plus-sized dick is just a bonus.

I had equal amounts of excitement and apprehension about having that big, thick cock up me. Ok, maybe it was more 60/40, if I broke it down respectively.  Possibly 75/25.  

I won't lie, the booze I had just before arriving helped. I was receptive to almost anything.

There was no real foreplay other than the fondling of each other's junk. He reached for the lube. I reached for the poppers. As he was finishing coating his rod, the poppers took effect.

With him pressing his blunt head against my hole, I felt it open. I could actually feel the muscle of my hole gripping his shaft and covering it, clinging to it as he made his way in deeper. I could feel the lining of the inside of my ass grasp his cock.

I felt full, but good. And I knew he wasn't all the way in.

You know I like to have my tits played with. Some guys are better at it than others. Some really have zero skill and even if told what to do, are clumsy at best. Not this guy. Without a word, he knew exactly how to handle them.

Whatever he did to them, made my hole twitch enough and open just enough that he sunk the last thick 3" into my butt all at once.

I gasped and he stopped...for a second. I didn't gasp in pain. It was pure ecstasy. What could have been a painful fuck, was nothing short of great.

The man knows how to work an ass. While I loved sucking him, his real skill is at boning a guy's ass. Or at least mine.....which is all I really care about.

There isn't a good way to describe how great his cock felt and how good the fuck was, so I won't really try. I can't do it justice, I don' think.

At some point he pulled out and he wanted me on my knees. His cock went in much easier then, though not all the way. He did reach around to play with my nips and again, that just paved the way for the rest of him.

Granted, this way, he had a little more leverage and lot more strength in his moves. He could go deep and make me feel it. And FUCK did I feel it. Every nerve ending was on fire.  ...again, in a good way. Luckily it was a freestanding house, or his neighbors would have been on to us. They still might have been.

Don't get me wrong, I liked it this way, but this was a rougher fuck. I was still just as full.

He kept commenting on how tight I was. I (kind of) laughingly told him, his cock was so thick, everyone was tight to him. He chuckled back that this was not true. But it's safe to say I'm far from being a virgin (honest!), but there is no way he wasn't feeling tightness when buried up my ass.

For the home stretch - and we were at about the 20 minute mark now - I was back on my back. He was playing with my nipples and I reached for his. Had I known he was wired like me, I might have played with them earlier - or maybe not.

That really got him going. It also got him closer. So you can see why I wouldn't want to play with them too soon. I didn't want the fuck to end.

I know some guys love the shorter fucks, getting the load and moving on. I have those times too. But I really like taking it up the ass. And he gave it to me. But he was nearing the point of no return and I wasn't about to stop him.

He just buried in me - his dick into my ass, and his face into my neck. Breathing heavily, making non-sensical verbal noises.

It wasn't hard to milk his cock with my ass muscles. While he loosened them, he was still fairly hard and and I was still grasping every inch of his shaft.

It was more awkward pulling out of me - truly leaving me empty, except for a load he shot deep in me.

Without a doubt, it ranked up in the top 5 fucks I've ever had.

...and that's saying something.

Thursday, April 09, 2015

Thick 1

We had a few failed attempts at hooking up. One where I even got a few hundred feet from his house before he cancelled, but I could see a bunch of contract workers pulling up to his house. When is a contractor ever on tine - let alone early?

Weeks later we finally made it work. He said he was good now - and I said I needed 20 minutes to get to his place. I made it right on time.

Once into his place, he seemed familiar, but not.

5'10" maybe 180, but muscle. Black. Big dick. ....and I mean, BIG dick. I'd say 8.5", which is impressive in its own right. But it had to be at least 7" around. Not just at the base or mid - but solidly all the way down.

As I went to my knees and took it in my mouth, I had flashes of memory. I think I had done this before, but at my place. Not the act - of course, I've done "the act" thousands of times with just as many men (not even an exaggeration in numbers).

No, I'm now 97% sure I did this guy about four years ago.

Anyways, I got to his house and he was there in a t-shirt and flimsy shorts. Those came off about five feet inside the door.

Normally, I would have gone to my knees immediately, but honestly, I was just there in awe of this ebony piece of meat. It weighed so heavy in my hands. It had such heft.

But as in the job description, "some kneeling may be required for undetermined amounts of time", so to my knees I went.

I'm proud of my cocksucking skills, but I felt on this job I would be getting a 'satisfactory' not much much more. Maybe a fewer high marks for effort, but to say I struggled a bit with the size would be accurate. It was long, but it was the thickness that made it difficult to take as much (read: all) as I'd like.

Mind you, he was not complaining - quite the opposite. It's more that I thought I let myself down. However, upon further review of the evidence, I don't think I did as poorly as I imagined.

Yeah, there is still a half inch to go, but I thought I was off by closer to 2". So maybe there was a reason for his moans.

But that cock tested me. My lips were stretched. My mouth was full. It had a hard time making access to the throat. Still, I love thick. I love long, but thick is better than long usually. Long and Thick are probably the best combo. But that just sounds like I'm greedy.   .....which I totally am.

The load was good sized. A little bitter, but I don't mind that. It's the act of extraction that excites me. The cum is just - so to speak - gravy.

And I did well enough to get a callback.

But that is for a separate entry.

Monday, April 06, 2015


I am sure when it comes to sex, I've exhibited guilt afterwards in the past.

The long ago past.

Now, I might not be thrilled with some of the exploits I've had, or the men I've had them with - maybe even ashamed, but guilt? I think that part is long past.

He was here this morning, answering an ad he saw on the way into work - which makes me wonder how his driving skills are, but that's for another story, I assume.

35, married (to a woman), 6'4", 240, in shape, some scruff on his face, suit & tie guy is what he said. 8", is what he said. He got an immediate invite over.

On the way, I think he called twice to talk dirty. I was afraid he'd blow his load in his car and never actually arrive, but he did show, load intact. Actually, I saw him adjusting himself as he stepped out of the driver's door.

What he failed to mention was how incredibly fucking handsome he was.

Now, I know that is relative, but I don't see many looking at him and going, "ewwwwww". I would assume more would do double takes and follow them with their eyes, if they were to pass on the street or in a mall. Yes - THAT good looking.

And he knew how to wear a suit. So, he gets bonus points for that too.

Immediately he kicked off his shoes, took off his suit coat and pants and carefully draped them over a chair. Still wearing his purple dress shirt and a nice tie, he sat down in a chair other than the ones his clothes resided.

I went to reach for his cock, but out of nowhere - at least nothing discussed - he wanted to suck mine. Fudge!

I complied, only because I knew he wasn't going to be able to get me off and the entire talk (and ad) had been about me getting his load.

Let's just say, he is an awful cocksucker. Just horrid. I've had guys fuck me jack rabbit style in bed. I've had guys jack rabbit fuck my face before. I've never had a guy jack rabbit suck me.

I'm thinking nobody has.

Maybe his wife is really bad at it but she thinks she is really good. Maybe he thinks this is the way it is done, but that would mean he's never seen a porn movie. So, I have to believe he knew this isn't THE way.

I didn't even get all the way hard. After a few minutes he gave up and had me go down on him.

Let's start off, as handsome as he was, 6.5" does not equal 8 - even on the moon. He should be proud of what he has, because it was actually a nice cock.

I tried to show off my talents, but I should have known better. He tried to direct me with his hands to my head, and it as the jack rabbit motion I felt as he attempted to suck me. In no world can I imagine this feels good, but it was his thing. And it is always about the feeder.

He pushed me down to lick his balls, but he kept pushing.

He wanted me to go further, even scooting to the edge of the chair. This was not a guy who was going to actually ask for a tongue up his hole, but that's what I did and that's what got a delightful moan. I asked if that's what he wanted and he hissed "yessssss"  - in a purely lustful way.  So I kept at it for a few minutes.

But he was on the edge of something more than his chair. He was ready and I went down on him one more time before he shot his load.

It was a nice load. Tasty. Lots of it.

And as soon as he was done ejaculating, he literally jumped out of the chair with not a word. His pants and coat went on in record time. As he walked across the room, I swear his feet made it inside his shoes in mid-stride.

There was no eye contact or even remotely looking my way. There were no words as I let him out the door. I thanked him, of course - but there was no reply.

I'm kind of surprised there aren't tire marks on my driveway as he fled.

I've encountered post cum guilt before. Usually it is in bookstores and almost always from married guys.

Getting off is not shameful. You should be more ashamed if you can't or don't get it off.

I doubt I'll be seeing him anytime soon - if ever.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Ass Full

The ad was for a blowjob. Me giving, naturally.

Honestly, I don't know the last time I have been given head, let alone to completion. Not in 2015, that is for sure. I also have yet to jack off this year too. For long time readers, that last part should come as no shock to you.

The guy answered my ad and he was unable to travel, but I was. So to him I went.

40, 5'11", 190.  While he didn't state cock size he sent a pic.

While it looks bigger than 7.5" in the pic, it is about 7. 5". At least, that is what I would come to find out.

We went to his semi-below ground apartment, where the Price is Right was on. It was almost like visiting my grandmother - well, when she was alive. I'm not sure I've seen that show since she was alive.

But we got right down to work. Well - play.

He sat back on his sofa and I got on my knees, between his legs and went to down on him. He had a really nice cock.

It was a mouthful. And it turns out - an ass full too.

As I was blowing him, he reached down and played with my nipples.  Fuck - you know how that gets to me. But he didn' least until then.  Then he reached behind and started rubbing my ass....then down to my hole. ....and he found it.

In a matter of a minute, he was behind me, expertly eating my man hole. He was so great at it. Truly did a great job.

I never asked for it. He never asked if it was ok....and then just positioned himself and went in with his cock. I suppose me not saying a word other than "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" was kind of an indicator I was ok with just taking his cock up my ass.

He'd fuck for a while and then pull out and go back down on me, tonguing my crack and hole. It was kind of brave of him, as I didn't really prep, as the only thing we discussed was me giving head.

Normally, I would like to prepare - and usually do, on the off chance - but time was limited and it wasn't even talked about. But he'd have had to know, and he did it. Taking several breaks from fucking, actually, to munch down there.

I was appreciative.

It was back to fucking though - and he pounded the last round. It was time to do it - and he wanted it. So did I. I clawed at the couch cushions as I braced myself for the onslaught. He gave it like a man, and I took like one.

I could feel him twitch, which coincided with every moan he gave.

I walked out of there with my guts filled. He stayed behind, with lighter nuts.