Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Nerd 2

We are two months in - that is to say, me sucking off "the Nerd".

Most weeks, it is every week. Though due to his work schedule and mine, we missed a week. He seemed to think we didn't, but I had to school him on that.

I had mentioned, two weeks was too long between giving him head.

I said this while massaging his cock through his work trousers. "Trousers" seems to fit here, and not just pants. They are dress slacks (what an odd word) but not suit pants. Either way, I was feeling him bone up. I was feeling how fucking heavy that cock really is.

Saying that is one of the nicest cocks I've ever serviced is no stretch. I've had bigger. I've had thicker. But this fits in both. The right length and circumference. The right heft - and heft IS the right word. It's heavy and meaty with a big head. It's a straight shaft and has always been at the ready.

His head had made it past my lips and I was about half way down on his phallus when he shuddered and said, through his moan, "oh fuck - two weeks IS too long!".

Nice.  I kind of got him right where I wanted him. Though let's be honest, he had me where he wanted me: on my knees.

These blowjobs are never long. He stops me or slows me down, but usually only once. I know he has to get home to his husband or wife. I am always polite. I ask him if he wants me to cool him down or if he wants me to go for it.

It is almost always "finish me off".

When he comes, you think he'd be standing at the epicenter of the 1994 Northridge earthquake. He shudders uncontrollably and for a good length of time.

I know some of that is physical make-up, but I know some of it is my ability. I like making him unstable, weak, and pleasured, all at the same time.

Now we're coming up on a week. Time to see him again.

Monday, September 28, 2015


The other day I was "required" to fast.

Don't ask. Deep down you don't really care.

But I was horny. VERY horny.

I've had some good encounters this month, most of which you've already read about. But overall, September has been a shitty month for me, in terms of getting laid. My numbers are down (and yes, I'm keeping a detailed count for 2015). So yeah, I was fucking horny. Yet I was trying to be true to my 25 hour fast.

I thought I could suck cock, since I"m not really "eating" it and then get a facial. I'd try my hardest not to let any dribble into my mouth {wink}.

It was what I thought would be the perfect loophole.

The only problem was, trying to find someone who would be willing just to give you a one-person bukkake.

Oh, i advertised for it. I even put in a part about me fasting and having a loophole, hoping that it would entice someone. Maybe it scared them off. Maybe they didn't want their load going to waste dripping down someone's cheeks or caught in some random guy's beard.

I can't blame them for that, if that be the case. I don't think any load should go wasted. I think the money shot is important for pictures here and there, but that's about all. Semen should be ingested or absorbed.

Maybe everyone else was thinking this too.

I got two responses.

One told me "it's not cheating".  He gave me stats, I expressed interest. He suddenly died. Or that's how I back-storied it.

The second guy, with a good 11" black cock asked if I was "free now!". I answered within 60 seconds of getting the email, but unfortunately, he succumbed to the same illness or accident as the first guy.

Alas, the fates had other plans for me. I would be completing my fast - loophole or no loophole. But at least for a few hours, I was distracted by the possibility of finding an out.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Gloryhole Service II

This story goes back a bit. Maybe a year.

Yeah - it's not timely, but all the truly interesting encounters I've had recently you've already read. Sure, I've had the standard blowjob scenes. I drop to my knees. They shoot. They leave.

I love doing them, but they're not always interesting to write about.

Anyways, you might remember me going to a gloryhole about a year and a half ago.  A month or so after that, I returned. Twice, actually.

The first time, there were two guys on the other side of the hole.

They switched off sucking me. One was clearly better than the other and the host was he. I endured the tag team sucking for a bit. Then the host stuck his ass up to the hole and I fucked it.

Yes me.

I could hear muffled conversation through the thick door. Both seemed to really like my cock - one from a feeling perspective, the other from a visual one.

I had been primed from getting blown, but you know the gloryhole is a huge turn on for me, so I blew up the guy's ass without asking, not that he could have easily heard me. But I was boning him raw, so he knew the score - I assume.

On my next trip there, the host was on the other side of the door and two other guys. Either they got together regularly, or word about my cock and me coming over spread like wildfire. Personally, I like to think it was the latter and that guys needed to see it to believe it. It's probably not true, and they were probably there to get high or something, but still.......

Once again, I got tag teamed sucked. Now by three. And one was intent on stroking me. No thank you. IF I ever wanted to jack off, I'll do it. I'm not letting some putz choke my chicken to get me off when there is at least one willing hole to take my cock and seed.

Then two of the guys took turns riding my pole with their hole. For the life of me, I cannot find the video I took of it.

In the video, which I showed to 1 or 2 folks, I mention that I wanted the other guy's ass because it felt better. It was insinuated by one person who saw the video that I was rude to say that.


I don't fuck much and I sure as hell wasn't going to be browbeaten into giving an undeserving ass my load. The deserving one, I believe, was the host's butt, though I can't be sure.  The third guy didn't take cock up the ass, he only sucked. So he was out of luck here. At least with me. Who knows how many other guys they had coming over.

I could hear talking on the other side, but not making out many words. Though they switched asses here and there, I knew which was the better hole. I've gone months without cumming, I could certainly hold off a few minutes to deliver it to the correct portal.

Finally, the one guy slid off my cock. I could almost feel the breeze, as no mouth or ass enveloped it.

Then I felt it.  Warm warm warm goo hitting my shaft.

The guy I was fucking only pulled off because he was close - not because I was.

The jizz wasn't wasted. It became lube for the host.

He bent over and in went my cock - into the better hole. So not only was he getting my cock and eventually my load, but he was getting another load as well. That one wasn't be shot deep into him, as much as being smeared on the walls of his rectum. Either way, he was taking it. And willingly.

I pounded the ass, but all you could hear was me banging against the wooden door. That thing is secure as fuck. It buckled here and there, but it is never going to give way.

I lasted maybe another 5 minutes before I emptied into his bowels. He was good about not pulling off or milking it too much. He let me expel all my babies and slip out naturally.

I bent over, pulled my pants up and walked down the stairs. It was a hot scene that would never be repeated. At least, so it seems.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Moving Day

Via email, we agreed to meet up the following morning.  This morning, actually. Today. An almost real-time post.

It turns out, I'd been "with" him before. But in the past it was via a smart phone app, this time it was a CL ad and an email address I didn't recognize. Nor did I recognize the address. I knew the road, but there are a dozen and a half apartment buildings in a 3/4 mile stretch. Chances are I've been in most of them for  - well, you know.

Only pulling up to it this morning did I realize I've been here before. The last time maybe six months ago. I hesitated, but I drove 20 minutes in morning rush-hour traffic. Fuck it, I was going in.

I was buzzed in and then knocked at his door. The dishwasher was running - loudly at that. He also had porn and music playing. Porn with volume. The noises made it all seem disjointed.

I also noticed, save some big pieces of furniture, the apartment was bare. He was moving, he told me. I didn't ask where. I didn't really care where.

He was already naked. I dropped my clothes. I walked in, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. Italian, he is. Decent cock, but not great. He's a fur monster. Hair everywhere. Not tons on top of the head, but everywhere else - back, chest, balls, legs, ass.

Ass. Yes. A hairy ass.

Before you knew it, I was on my back and he was sitting on my face. My tongue was buried up his fuck hole - though it's doubtful he ever gets fucked. I don't think he's the bottoming kind.

He loved the way I munched on that hole. He LOVED the way I got it sopping wet and then blew air on to it. He shivered. He moaned. He said 'fuck!'.....a lot.

I was doing my job. And well.

Then his cell rang. And it was one of those fucking obnoxious rings like it was music from a battle scene in 'Braveheart' or something. Something you'd roll your eyes at if you heard it go off in Starbucks.

"No....the movers are coming. I'll have to catch up with you later, some faggot is eating my ass right now.    .....yeah."

And then he hangs up.

The conversation wasn't even extended to, "no, there really is.....".  They must know each other enough to take the other's word as gospel and not expound upon it.

While I ate, he was so excited he jacked. But he over-excited himself. I wasn't technically going to be sucking him off completely.

He backed up. I extended my tongue. He shot with pretty good precision. Save for one drop, it all landed in my mouth.

I'm glad it didn't get in my eye. I didn't want a red sore eye all morning - and I was going to have do drive due east - right into the morning sun. That would have been a double pain.

As I dressed, he casually mentioned: "this is the last load in this apartment".

Let's hope the new owners clean up really well.

Friday, September 18, 2015

Cigars, Whiskey and Baseball

I was out of town and had a few free hours.

There wasn't time to go through the rig-a-marole of CL. Scruff, Grindr or A4A would have to do.

But NYC is a sucky town in which to get laid. In some cities, the closest person to you is 4 miles - and the last if your feed is 20 miles. In NYC, your entire feed (100 folks for non-paying members, like me) can be within less than a mile. The island if filled with fudge packers or packees.

And the problem is, everyone thinks there is someone better out there than those 100 - and it almost stands to reason. Because if you move 1200 feet you'll get another 50 new folks in your feed who are closer. So no one settles on anyone....just in case.

At least that's what I tell myself when out of those 100, no one shows interest. Or no real interest. They might engage, but they rarely follow through.

One responded. He was 3 blocks away. I told him I could be there in 10.

He said he was about to go to the Eagle, but having me come over so he could light a cigar and be serviced seemed an easier thing to do.

I made it in less than 10 minutes and had the doorman announce me.

The man was as advertised:  50-ish, masculine, 6' and 200lbs. He was solid, wearing a grey t-, jeans, cowboy boots and a baseball cap.

On his coffee table were an unlit cigar, his cutter, a glass of whiskey and a remote. The Yankees game was already on and the only light emanating in the apartment.

As I got to my knees, he cut the cigar. He sat down after his cock was out and I went to work. He went to work on lighting the cigar.

Even though my head was in his crotch, with peripheral vision, I could see the light from the torch and the flames that he would make, as he got this stogie going. Soon, the smell would come. It was strong - stronger than most cigars I have smelled. It was a little intoxicating and a little nauseating at the same time.

His strong hands were at my head, not letting me up, not letting me skillfully suck his cock. No, this would be a manhandle job. His movements, his body, his cock, his pleasure. He didn't care that I had excellent cocksucking skills to make him quiver. That wasn't what this was about. It was about exerting his dominance.

I can live with that.

I worked the cock the best I could with my tongue between getting clammed down to his zipper and belt and bush. I could feel the saliva - mine - rolling down his shaft and gathering at the base of his cock.

I could feel the heat of his ash, his cigar, when he would take it out of his mouth and hold it in his hands - either atop of my head or next to my face.

Now and then I'd reach over to the table to get his whiskey for him ("that's a good faggot". He'd take some and then set the glass back. The game was always on in the background - though I never picked up on how the Yankees were doing. My mind was elsewhere.

He was demanding. He was verbal. "cocksucker", "faggot", "bitch", "piece of shit" regularly came out of his mouth. None of it forced - all very natural for him, for me and for our encounter. The hand came out too - which I loved, as I never ever had to prompt that action.

He put the cigar near my nipples. I could feel the heat there too.

I was told I was as good as a pussy. That faggots know how to suck better than women and it was the only reason I was there. He had a wedding ring on, but his profile said 'open relationship'. Who knows.

He did make a point WHILE I was blowing him that as soon as he got off, I was to get out. He wasn't overt about it. He didn't have to be. I was there for one purpose and then was to leave. No fuss. No muss. No strings.

I was told to lick his boots and I did. He wanted to FEEL the tongue. No small feat (no pun intended) to do through heavy leather. But I made those boots wet with my fucking spit. I had to - it was my job.

He (never got a name) played with my nipples like an expert. The plan was never to fuck and I never "prepped" myself for one.  But he did ask to see my hole.

Since I was down on my knees, I didn't feel right about standing up and bending over.  So I lay back, lifted my legs and spread my cheeks. His boot went to the hole. He pressed this tip into my pucker. He stepped on my hole. He stepped on my balls and cock. I said "thank you Sir!".

He kept muttering how good his cock would feel up there, breeding my hole. I never said 'no'. It wasn't my place. I never told him I didn't prep. I might have been fine, actually, just no way of really knowing. Still he never made the move to put cock to hole.

Too bad. His thick uncut cock would have stretched me out a bit. But he booted my ass while he jacked.

Soon I was back to sucking and soon he was delivering his load into my mouth.

He made me clean him up. But as soon as I was done, I was up and out the door, even securing my shorts and putting on my shirt in his hallway.

I made it down 16 flights, nodded to the doorman and headed back into the night air.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Fucked Across My Desk

It's happened before. It'll happen again.

My home office is ripe for taking cock. Bent over the desk, or on my back - legs up. It seems to work. It's a decent height for most guys.

I don't mind either way, but I would say percentage-wise I get bent over more. There is a certain anonymity to it all. That way, you're just a hole, not a human. There is something beautiful in that.

He's been over many times. Even written about. There is no game playing, no awkward intros. Any more, I might just leave my door unlocked for him and I'm stripped down and bent over by the time he walks in.

This last time, I was on my back. Last time we started with me bent over, but ended up on my back and it seemed to work much better on multiple levels.

Together, we play the race card / thing. I don't know how it came up, but it did and we've run with it. I don't feel nearly as odd doing it with him as I might with others. But it's been a rapport to which we've had to build up. It's not for everyone.

Still, he fucks really well. He knows how to make himself feel good while making me feel good. Not to say he's purposefully making me feel good, that's just a benefit. When he gets going, it can all be about him. But honestly, that's true of a lot of fuckers. They'll be in it for the mutual pleasure until a certain point - and then it's about them, it's about their cock, it's about unloading.

I love watching that threshold, as you never know where in the fuck it will happen - but it DOES happen.

The editing of the video could be a little better, but I only had the clips I had to work with, so you get what you get.


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Friday, September 11, 2015

The Friendly Skies

He contacted me on BBRT - always a good sign.

He was flying in around and to his hotel around 3p. The choice of hotel meant he was flying in more likely as part of a flight crew than someone coming to town for business or pleasure.

At 6'3", 220, beefy and not fat, he seemed to big to be a flight attendant, but you never know. By the time I got there, uniforms were hung up and he was out of the shower, door propped open. He had briefs on, but nothing else.

It was a gorgeous presentation. Shaved head. Goatee. Nice lump in his shorts.

The profile said "Huge" under cock size. I suppose it is all relative. It was nice, don't get me wrong. It was thick as fuck with a good sized head on it. But maybe about 7" long. It was formidable for sure, but I don't know I'd be bold enough to say "huge".

I dropped my shorts immediately. He dropped to his knees. This was a disappointment in a way. BBRT kind of mentioned what we were both into and him being a cocksucker wasn't one of those. But I went with it. He was good, he got me semi stiff, but we both know that wasn't what I was there for.

Him standing up and playing with my nipples got me the rest of the way up - and he noticed.

I hooked my fingers in his shorts and yanked them off. It was a nice site. Already you'd know that even as hard as the cock would get, the head would remain big and spongy. It is a nice combo.

I brought poppers, thinking I would need them just to relax from the size of him. But really it was nothing just some deep breathing couldn't handle. I used them, sure - but not to the extent I thought might be needed. They were mostly for "pleasure" than necessity.

He pushed me back on one of the beds. He ate my ass. Loved that. He did a good job. Not great, but good. We both knew it was time for the main event.

He had me on my back, but twisted a little to my left, my right leg way up in the air. Any protests of me claiming not to be able to take it vanished about 30 seconds after that. He was halfway in, looked right at me and sank the rest of his pole to the hilt.  We both groaned deeply.

Then the fucking started - and he. was. great. at it.

The man is a seasoned pro. He knew how to move his hips, move his cock - the entire works. My ass felt it - all of it - but in a good way. I was full, I was on the border of pleasure and pain, which is a good zip code to reside. At least for me.

He pulled out, had me get on all fours for better leverage for him. Of course I complied.

He was rough going in - but I didn't complain. I didn't want or need to. He was boss right then and knew it. He fucked like a stud in heat. I loved it.

We took a break where I went back to his cock. He kept telling me how much he loved my ass, as he rubbed it. I have to say, that made me way to self-conscious. I know people have hang-ups about their own bodies, and I have mine. My arms aren't big enough. My chest isn't defined enough. And I don't think I have a great ass.

Many a men have told me they like it, but I automatically dismiss them as loons. But this is a guy who knows asses and bodies. He had a really good one. So I tried to take the compliment all the while trying to reevaluate how I think of my ass.

For a while we fucked with me laying flat on the bed. But then it was back on all fours.

I will give him this. He fucked hard and long. He wanted to go longer, but he got too close to the edge and couldn't pull back from the impending orgasm.

He buried himself in me and I just felt twitch after twitch. He just kept unloading into me, saying shit like, "take my fucking DNA".  As if I had a choice. As if I wanted one.

What I loved is that he had no desire to pull out - again, talking about my ass. So many guys pull out so quickly afterward. But he let me milk his shaft with my muscles and didn't squirm about it like some girl.

He eventually slid out and then wanted me to cum. Drats. That was never MY plan.

He started playing with my nipples, which is a sure way to talk me into anything. So I stroked. And he talked. Dirtier than he had when he was fucking me.

He said how he'd like to see another guy fuck me. Maybe his husband. Going ass to mouth -and that his husband has a much bigger dick than he does and how he'd make me squirm, but I wouldn't be able to get away.

Again, he told me how nice my ass was and smacked it a little. I told him he could do better than that - and he picked up the strength. He leaned me over so he could have access to at least one cheek - and then he let me have it.  I rolled over all the way, and he took turns on both of them.

After sitting up, he tested the waters by lightly smacking my face. I smirked a little and he hit much harder. He could have hauled off and really gone at it, but he wasn't sure and I wasn't giving him direction, as I wanted him to make the decisions.

Yes, these things were getting me hard. And they were getting HIM hard. Again.

He pushed me back. I was at the edge of the bed, my legs were up and he just buried his cock back in me. He fucked. But he smacked and he played with my tits. He told me how he'd like to see a few guys just take turns giving me their loads - that I'd go home with them........forever.

I jacked.

He grabbed my jaw and shook my head a little - and then played with my tits one last time.

I couldn't hold off. I didn't want to at this point. I started shooting. He was impressed, until he figured out I had just started shooting and then I came a fuck of a lot more and a fuck of a lot further.

He then slid out of my ass. Two fucks, but only one load.

That's ok.

I cleaned up in his hotel shower, as I was a fucking mess - though I'd have gladly left as is. He walked me down, as he wanted to grab something from the quick stop next door.

On the way down, he said, "you should have told me you were fucking nasty earlier".  My reply was, "you found me on BBRT!".

He laughed. Asked my name and put me in his phone......for his next trip.

Sunday, September 06, 2015

All Man

We had tried hooking up before. I was looking for a dom man, he claimed to be one. But then timing just never worked out - lots of excuses, even after he said he'd be free. I assumed I was just jo material for some guy. And that was frustrating, because he presented himself where he'd be jo material for me!

He's a dad. He's ex-military. Nice, but not great body, as I'm sure he's been out of the service for 15 yrs or so. 45. About 6.5".  Not sure what service he was in, but has the proverbial mouth of a sailor.

He started his text conversation off with:

"My dick would look good in your mouth".

Long story did.

Felt good too.

It was a nice cock - not an off the charts great one. But you know with me, it's more about attitude than size. Don't get me wrong, size is nice, but this guy knew what he was doing. He was a fucking expert.

He met me at a park near his house. I suppose he wanted to check me out to see I'm not a total psycho. Still, looks can be deceiving. He barely gave me the once over before motioning me to follow him to his house, which turned out to be three doors down from the park.  9 wooded acres. I was hoping we'd play outside, but we went into the entryway to his house.

He told me to get on my knees. I didn't need to be told twice, mostly because that is what I came to do. Secondly, because he told me - not ask me.

The guy was all man about it. The perfect amount of letting me do my thing, forcing me to suck it, fucking my face and letting me take it deep. The verbal was better than good. Totally unscripted, nothing forced - he knew all the right words and his timing was impeccable.

He was a natural.

Oh, and he wanted me to lick his balls, which was fine, but I traveled south and ate his butthole. He loved that. It seems I haven't done that a lot lately, so I went at it with gusto.

He got me on my back, where he then fed me his cock, with my head to the floor. Loved that.

He threw me a little when he goes, "can I shoot on your face?"

Of course he could, but he had led up so much that he wanted to shoot it in my throat, not even let me taste his jizz, it took me by surprise. I barely had a chance to confirm he could when he shot all over my face.

It hit the beard, the cheeks, the head, the neck and yes, my eyes. And even my lips and open mouth. But I could feel it spray everywhere.

When he calmed down, he goes, "there's a dollop on the rug".  I looked and behind me, past my head was a big glob of cum. I don't know what he thought - but I turned over and licked it right off the rug. Tongue extended, lapping his still warm sperm off his Oriental rug.

That made him retain his hard-on. This time, I got a second load out of him, just by sucking, though it didn't go right down my throat - I did get to taste it.

As I was getting myself back together again, he went to look at the rug. "Hey faggot, you did a nice job on the carpet - I don't even need to touch it up.".

We're scheduling a repeat.

Thursday, September 03, 2015


I swear, the things I'll do for cock. It's almost shameful. Maybe you can even scratch the word 'almost' out of that last sentence.

He hit me up on Grindr.  That probably should have been my first red flag. But he was decent looking - even good looking, but you know, it's a profile pic, so I took it with a grain of salt.

6'2" 180, black, nice body, and a really nice looking cock.

I mean, c'mon - that is a nice piece of meat.

It didn't hurt when he started off the conversation with "I'm a top".  Well, that works for me, because I'm not.  And he was a little more than a mile away.

Unfortunately, he wasn't from this part of the area and didn't know his way around. And the area which I live isn't that easy to get around, so it complicated matters. So the second red flag should have been me agreeing to go pick him up.

I'm never a taxi service for dick. This was literally a first. Hopefully a last.

He looked a little older than his pic when I swung by to get him. I don't think we were in the car for 30 seconds (of a 2 minute ride) when he brought up that he doesn't drive, he's in recovery and living in a half-way house for recovering addicts.

.....and that was the third flag.

Still, I figured, it would be a quick romp and he'd be gone. But it wasn't.

The man knows how to fuck. I mean, really knows how to fuck.

I will admit, sometimes I am in it for the quick scene - the load collection, if you will. This one I had to earn. Though I don't know how much earning I actually did, other than be pinned between him and a desk or the floor. That black slab putting it to me - for an hour. A continual hour. No breaks.

Well, one break. To get from the desk to the floor.

Quickly cumming was not in his wheelhouse. He liked to work for it. He'd hold off - even though I begged him to cum. And I begged. Especially after 30 minutes. The cock was not really tearing me apart - though I might have told him that. Guys like to hear that, no matter how big or small they are.

I've always been pretty honest in this blog, but let's face, it, there is a time in a long long long fuck, where you start to feel unsure of that is going on down there. I felt like he was about to strike oil - or had already done so.

He hadn't, but I didn't know that and wasn't sure of that. But there wasn't any stopping him.

I suppose I could have. At one point he even gave up - but due to my telling him he was tearing me apart. But he noticed that not only did I not move from my face-down position on the floor, but that my ass even raised up a bit.

I was the guy who said 'no' but didn't mean it. I'm probably bad for all the guys who say it and actually mean it - but leave the tops thinking, "yeah - he wants it".

Another 10 minutes and he was planting his seed up my ass.

Another 5 minutes and we were not only back in the car, but I was dropping him off where I picked him up.

He messaged me on Grindr with his email address.  I erased it then blocked him.