Monday, December 05, 2016

Next Day - Tag Teamed

He messaged the next day. He wanted a repeat.

Hell, I wanted one too, but the schedule was tight. Still, I could make it work, though I told him due to the time, the restrooms we had considered would be off-limits. That time of day – early afternoon, would be far too busy for this. As much as I like public sex, I’m not a fan of being arrested.

Now he had a hotel room which we could use. Fine.

I rearranged my work day to be where I needed, and when I needed to be there. He was on time.

I was more prepared this time, in terms of expectations. I reconciled that he wasn’t as described in his profile, but oh – that cock. There was no way I was skipping out on a repeat.

Clothes came off rather quickly, as I wasn’t there to converse or get any political views from him. I did have the opportunity to do something I had not done the first go-round. I went to my knees right there and sucked his cock. It was fairly erect when I started but super hard by the time I really got going.

Seeing it – and not just feeling – that close up was wonderful. Whatever else I thought of the guy, I could not deny the beauty of the prick. And it tasted great. It slid easily into my mouth and into my throat when I took him all the way. Afterward, I do regret not doing more things orally with that cock. Maybe hang my head over the bed so he could feed me and such. But going by the day before, oral, while nice, was not the main event. For either of us.

No. I wanted that cock up my ass.

Soon, I was on the edge of the bed – my upper body on the mattress, my ass right on the end of the mattress. Before me stood the guy. Hard dick before him, pointing my way. With some lube from a small bottle he slicked up, aimed and pushed. My hole gave way to his cock….and it slowly, but steadily slid all the way up into my ass.

From there, it became an assault. At least for a while. For whatever I thought about him otherwise, his skills as a “lover” (hehehe, as if) were exceptional. The man clearly had experience or was instinctively good. Not all know how to make a rough fuck feel good, because it can be both.

The way he moved, the way he fucked, made me realize that yesterday was not a fluke. He was down to fuck, serious about it and good at it. And he never tried to kiss me, which was great – on many levels. He was the pole. I was the hole. It was as simple as that and neither of us wanted to complicate that – not that we actually spoke about it. In fact, we rarely spoke at all.

We moved around the bed, but always with me on my back. One of the few times he did speak was to mention that he’d like to see someone else fuck me. And then said, ‘why don’t you get on your phone and find someone’.

Now, at best, those odds are high that we’d find another, let alone one who didn’t take 142 back and forth messages only to flake. The odds on what happened next were even higher. As it turns out, I probably should have gone out afterward and buy a PowerBall ticket.

As I go to search Scruff an SMS message pops up: “suck my cock”.

No idea who it is, nor do I remotely recognize the number. I ask “who is this” and get this back in response.

…and he says he’s replying to my cragislit ad. The odd thing was, I had not placed one in weeks, which means he was scrolling and trolling through hundreds (thousands?) of ads until he came upon mine (no pun intended). In a way, it was a little creepy.

I told him what I was doing right then, and where. He said he’d be by in 20 minutes. I never asked from where he was coming, so I didn’t know if it was realistic. I probably should have looked for an alternate, but I felt I had done my part.

All the while, the hospital / hotel guy continued to slide in and out of me while I texted. That is commitment. And when I was done, we kept going at it, but harder. We even got up and he fucked me against his hotel window, which was expansive. Still people would have had to look up six floors to see, and with the daylight, I’m guessing no one saw a thing.

Eventually it was back to the bed, this time, I was shoulders down, ass up and at the edge of the mattress. Just then, there is a knock on the door. I stay in position, almost not wanting to see the guy – in case he was f’ugly (he did not send a face pic), but also to keep it as anonymous as possible. I was in the perfect set up for not being able to see him. At this point – I had been fucked steadily for over an hour…..straight (irony!).

The other guy let him in. I heard some mumbling. Then asking if the curtains could be closed. I heard clothes behind dropped to the floor. I did not hear lube squirt out of a bottle or anyone spit into their hands. But I did feel a cock at my hole and since I could the first guy to my left, I knew it was not his at my back door.

For all the things the white guy was, the black guy was not. Granted, he was early 20s and one of these who thinks because he has a big cock that’s all he needs. He doesn’t. He needs more. There was no skill to his fucking. I was all ramming all the time. It was the first time in two sessions I had to say ‘stop’ or ‘wait’, which I hate doing. But he needed education on how to fuck……and I just knew it wasn’t going to be now or from me. Soon, he was back to full throttle with the white guy egging him on.

Being younger (mid-20s?), this could have gone two ways – he would be quick to cum or could last a long time. As it turns out, he lasted quite a while. I put my forehead to the bed, kept my ass up, and took the pounding. I wasn’t exactly passive. I tried using my ass muscles to squeeze his cock and hope it would stimulate him to get off more quickly. But I think any effect of that was mitigated by his jackhammer fuck style. I’m not sure he could feel my talents with the way he was pumping.

He would say he was ‘there’ but then lost it. It took a few times before he was truly at the edge. At that point he started to pull out to cum – one shot landing on my hole as the original guy told him to shove it back up me…..which he did. The rest of the load was deposited in my guts.

Black guy finally snaked his prong out of my used hole. I had been face down on the bed, my legs spread in a frog position, given great access to my hole. I rolled over to finally see the guy. He was ok, but other than his big cock, he was nothing special. The hotel guy complimented him on his dick and fuck, to which the black guy said he was thinking of charging folks. While the statement was meant to be ‘in the future’, the implication was that he would like to be paid for that fuck. I ignored the statement. The hotel guy said, ‘you can probably get away with it, with a cock like that’.

At this point I had been fucked for over 90 minutes in a row. Continually.

The black guy asked if he could shower. As he left to do so, the hotel guy slid his big cock up my stretched hole. Between the cumming and re-entering would probably be the longest I would be without cock up my ass the entire visit.

While the guy showered, I got my ass reamed. The position was better than before. The cock, while smaller, was better than the previous one. The skill set at fucking a hairy ass was so much better. And he had cum / lube to use.

My ass muscles, I thought, might be stretched out at this point – and with good reason. I was worried my manipulation of this guy’s shaft with said muscles would render useless. I needn’t have been concerned.

Each time I purposefully, or involuntarily, clenched my sphincter around this guy, he would close his eyes, tremble and moan. Each. And. Every. Time.

It was like he was having mini semen-less orgasm with every constriction of my hole.

With each pump of my hole, I was loving it. This surprised even me. After the pummeling I just took, I thought I would want this to be over….for him just to shoot and be done, but I enjoyed it going on and on. I think he was thinking the same thing. He slid out of my hole and without word, I slid off the bed and onto my knees and took his slimy cock and put it in my mouth – then into my throat. There are time I just fucking love ass-to- mouth and this was one of them. He was happy to fuck my mouth too, but I was hard at knowing I was tasting my ass, his cock and the other guy’s load.

Just with my slickness – and my now very receptive ass – he pushed me back onto the bed and proceeded to fucked me more. And more. The first push was the only. He went balls deep in the first motion. Then he just pounded the snot out of me. ….and yes, the black guy was still in the shower!

With a little more manipulation from my butthole clenches, I was able to send the guy over the edge. There was no way he could hold out any longer. And while I know he had shot up my ass 24 hours before, I could feel him spasming for quite a while.

Once he caught his breath and his cock slid out of my used hole he wanted to see me cum. Just like the day before. I was down with it, but now on my terms. As he played with my nipples, I stroked. As I was still hard from the fucking, and had been edging on and off now for two hours (!!!). We stood dick to dick, he was still hard too – definitely making me think he had some taken a Viagra like substance.

Even though I had shot 24 hours before, I had a huge load. That’s what 2 hours of edging will do. Clearly I didn’t have perfect aim, so not all went on his shaft and head, but a good enough amount.

Once I had done a slight recovery for such an intense orgasm, I laid back on the bed and told him to fuck me again. He grinned, took the three steps closer to me and punched his cock up my ass.

With udder abandon, he just fucked me for another five minutes (for like a total of 140 minutes of fucking!!!!)  until my own load was securely up my own ass – mixing with his and the guy who was still in the shower!

Upon withdrawing, I again went to my knees to clean him off….with my mouth. I left him more pristine than before I arrived.

As I dressed and put on my shoes, I heard the water turn off in the shower. I said my farewells to my host, walking back to my car with three loads up my ass.

Oddly, while I was sore the next day, it wasn’t my ass….though it should have been. My thighs were sore as fuck from being frog-legged for a long fuck session.

I didn’t regret one minute of it.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Anonymous Bathroom Breeding

He hit me up on Grindr. “He”. I don’t even have a name or a fake name to give you. It’s best he’s not even totally humanized. This is not a humanizing story. And that’s not a bad thing.

Grindr is not my go-to app for hook-ups. Most guys are younger and they seem me as a dad or an old man, neither of which how I normally see myself. I might only be kidding me. But I took the bait.

He wasn’t of age either – at least for Grindr. 49 he said. An ok picture, but nothing at which you’d be salivating. He was a traveler. In town, at a hospital nearby. I had to clarify he wasn’t a patient. He was not. But it’s not like I haven’t been hit on by patients who were nearby.

While he mentioned he was staying a hotel adjacent to the hospital, I assumed he wanted to utilize that room. As you all know, one should never assume. He tells me to meet him in a certain building at a certain time. Being punctual, I’m where I should be. He is not.

Well, he is – he just sent me to the wrong building, one that is at least a 10 minute walk. No biggie – except that it is. The building he is in is much more populous than where I thought we’d be. But at this point, I didn’t know we would not be using the hotel room and that this is just a meet and walk scenario.

I was wrong.

He sees me before I see him. But to be fair, I am not sure I would have recognized him. His pic and his reality are different. If he’s 49, then I’m 19. Maybe he’s had a really hard few days due to his brother’s hospitalization, I don’t know. It’s here he tells me about a family restroom that we can lock and fuck around in. I’m hesitant, as it’s a busy place. Yet I’d be lying if I said my dick wasn’t hardening somewhat. Public – or semi-public – sex is a huge turn on for me. It’s been harder and harder to do as people and establishments have caught on that this happens.

We find the restroom. I’ve had efficiency apartments that had less room. The door locks, but as we get down to it a bit. Regardless of my thoughts were about the guy – much of it melted away when he freed his cock. It was fucking great. Probably about 7.5”, but thick. A nice head and equally nice shaft. All my qualms kind of died down upon seeing this.

He went down and started sucking my cock (not that I was expecting that). Just then, not does someone try the door, but it opens as well. FUCK!

As it turns out we were mostly hidden. There was a main part of the room and a partial partition where the toilet (and us) was. They might have seen the back of me, but not that there was another person in there. And even if there was, those places are for family members who might need assistance getting to the bathroom. Still – it freaked me out.

He played with the lock, but clearly it was not functioning correctly. We left.

As I had been to this place before and now it was past normal business hours, I knew of two potential spots we could go if he was up for it. He was. Clearly I was too, as I was now taking control of the situation. I was now horned for not only his cock, but for the thrill of sex in a public bathroom.

I easily found the spot. For the moment the hallway where it was located was desolate. As it was a unisex bathroom, there was a lock on the door and I made sure it was functional. We got right down to it.

The thing about public sex is there is little to no foreplay. This is not a complaint. Sometimes you only have the opportunity to get to the act. There is no ‘get to know you’ kind of thing – it goes back to the human aspect. Sure, we are flesh and blood in this act, but in a way we are so much less. There is no personal contact. It’s sex. It is primal. It is animalistic. It is necessary.

From his pants pocket, he pulled out a gold-foiled condom and placed it on a nearby surface. While I don’t know all of my condoms, per se, I do know gold usually equals Magnum. I had already seen his cock and knew he qualified to buy that brand. I assume some guys get that type, as they are deluded into thinking they have a bigger cock than they do. Still – a rubber. Ugh.

I won’t lie – I tried to manipulate the situation. I grabbed his crotch and pulled out his cock. I spit into my hand and coated his shaft with a thick amount of saliva. My pants were already loosened and I dropped them and turned around – presenting myself to him. He took the bait.

The rubber remained on the surface where he place it and he reached into his pocket for a small bottle of lube. Spit would have been fine, but he was big and it was public space, so I’m ok with not doing too much moaning due to a tighter than needed entry. I leaned over and grabbed the bathroom sink. He lined up behind me and pushed at the hole until it blossomed and accepted the head…….and immediately after, the entire shaft.

I semi-silently sucked in my breath and took it – not that I had a lot of choice. This wasn’t one of these situations where you tell them to wait, or hold it, or take it out for a moment. Again: Primal. Animalistic. Necessary.

And at this point – those three items were being exhibited by both of us.

I partially think – maybe more – that the rubber was taken out as a token. Letting me know it was there if I requested he wear it, but hoping I’d never say a word about it – which I didn’t.

The man was good at what he did. He knew how to fuck. He knew how to fuck ass in a public space. Take a look!

Anon Bathroom Breeding

While at this point the hallway traffic would be minimal, his moans were still too loud for my liking. It’s a tiled bathroom – sound reverberates. In a way it is totally hot, in a way it is not.

As it turns out, there was an EVS closet right next to this, so since it was after normal business hours – not that a hospital ever closes – the environmental service workers started showing up to get their gear. They tended to congregate outside our door while this complete stranger’s cock was going in and out of me.

I was getting nailed so hard at one point, I had to let go of the sink. It was attached to the wall with little support underneath the basin. It would have been easy to snap it off the wall with the pressure I was putting on it. So I pivoted over to the right and held onto a grab bar used to support people getting onto and off of the toilet.

At this point, I’d been taking it up the ass for over 10 minutes. Now, in non-public restroom time, that isn’t an extremely long time. Getting boned in a risky venue, 10 minutes is an eternity.

Truth be told, I’m not always hard when I get fucked. It doesn’t mean I don’t like it or am not turned on. Physically, I can’t tell you why I’m not always erect, but I’m not. This time, I was. Full fucking hard on. I think it was the situation: public restroom, old workplace, complete stranger, big cock, expert fucking all culminated in me being extremely excited.

It got to the point I was begging –only somewhat silently - for his load. Part of it was I needed to minimize our chances of getting caught. Part of it was: I REALLY wanted him to pump his scum deep up my ass. That was the bigger part.

He jack-rabbited his cock up my cunt, the closer he got. He wasn’t horribly silent when he made it over the edge.

I could feel him pulse up my hole. That’s not always the case with guys, but this time, I could feel this thick cock getting thicker. I could feel it throb. Each throb was met with his own moans, so I knew his cum was coating the lining of my ass. His breath – or lack of it – was another indicator.

Slowly he withdrew from my ass. His cock was shiny from lube, cum and my ass juice. It was still nicely erect, or mostly. “Cum for me”, were his next words.

Normally I won’t cum while or after getting fucked. It’s not that I can’t. It’s not even that I won’t. There is a deeper sense of I’m not worthy to cum…..I was here for your pleasure, not for mine. Most tops don’t ever care that I don’t get off. That is rarely their goal. Going back to the primal aspect of it all – they just need and want to get their rocks off. And I’m more than ok with being the guy to help them do just that.

Still, it wasn’t a question. Nor even a request. It was borderline order.

While I was still excited by the situation, my hard-on had not gone down either. As I grabbed my cock, he grabbed his. As I stroked, he did as well. He was just as into this after seeding me as he was when he first entered the first time.

It can take me a little while to cum, especially when I was not planning on doing it. I was still going at it and so was he. The difference is, his breathing became a little more irregular – it was shorter and quickened. While he had just ejaculated less than five minutes ago all signs were there for another lift- off.

With no words prior to, he took two steps to his left, which put him right behind me again – and he SHOVED his cock all the way in - balls deep. It was like 3 seconds from insertion to bottoming out. He immediately started convulsing – putting a second load into me.

He was muttering he hadn’t cum twice in a row like that for a long time, but I was barely listening. I told him to play with my tits. So while he was still in me, he reached around and found my nips and started fondling them. He wasn’t great at it, but given the circumstances, I might have been more surprised if he was.

Now I was on the verge. He pulled out and came to my side so he could see me pump my load. It went onto the toilet, onto the floor and onto the wall. It was a big load. He was impressed. I was too.

Not one to stand on ceremony, I shook my dick a few times to get rid of the stray strings. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped it quickly, tucked back in and pulled on my pants. As we didn’t know each other, and he was visiting, there was no need for goodbyes or the such. Fuck – there wasn’t even a ‘thanks’ for either of us.

This all goes back to the need, but lack of humanization. We were both tools for each other. Nothing more.

I opened the door, looked around and left first. Worse case would be – he’d come out shortly after and by the time anyone who might be around saw two guys coming from one bathroom and figured it out, I’d be long gone. ….and I was, leaving him and his unused rubber behind.

I’ve written before: truly anonymous sex is extremely difficult to achieve these days. A profile has location, images, screen name, stats, and a host of other information that no longer makes it anonymous. And fuck – you have to navigate through a maze of stipulations from these guys just to get the chance for them to meet…..or stand you up. So, already, I’ve talked more (online) than I ever cared to discuss, just to get laid.

At least here, the bookstore / video booths are rare. Public gloryholes? It’s been eons since I’ve seen one. Even cruising areas are difficult to fine – woods and parks are patrolled. It’s all very tidy.

I don’t mind impersonal or anonymous sex. This guy is the closest I’ve come to it in a long while.

Ironically enough – it would not be my last encounter with him. More to cum.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Project Manager

“Rob” was on Scruff. He was a few hundred feet from me. Masculine, rugged, blond, blue-eyed. Tall. All those good things you like in men, but not in an Aryan kind of way. I just ‘woof’d’ at him and let it go.

As it turns out, he engaged me in conversation. There was a lot of back and forth with no immediate pay-off. Isn’t Scruff about the immediate, or semi-immediate pay-off? It should be, though it is rarely the case.

Also as it turns out he worked in the same organization as myself. Since there are tens of thousands of people in my organization, it’s not usual not to run across someone such as himself. We are in totally different areas of responsibility, our paths would cross once in a blue moon, if ever.

Still, he would text vague sexual things – the kinds where you couldn’t quite tell if he gave, got or was versatile. Of course, I wanted him to be the guy who gave. I love men taller than myself, but it is rare to find, even though I’m only 6’2”.

Then one Friday late afternoon, he messaged me. He was getting ready to leave work, yada yada yada. I said I was still in my office for a bit, though everyone else on my floor was gone. Said if he was interested, he should stop by. And then it went silent.

Figures, I thought.

Fifteen minutes later or so, I look up from my desk to see Rob standing in my doorway. Well, my outer- office door. I have the arrangement of being able to have double notification if someone is trying to see me. For work, there is no issue. For play – at work – it is a huge benefit.

He mentions he’s not up for play at work. I get that. But there are mixed messages. The more we talk, the more he stands there with a hand in his pocket - playing pocket pool. The more I look at that, or mention it, the stiff he clearly gets in his pants.

He’s teasing me and he knows it. So do I. I don’t hold back and mention it. He responds: ‘who says I’m teasing?’. I reply: ‘I do’, but add that if he’s serious, he should go close the outer door. …and he does.

So either the ‘not playing at work’ thing was a test for me, or he had weak resolve, or a high libido, and caved like a house of cards. Either way, it was working in my favor.

He stepped into my office and closed and locked the inner door. We were very alone. There would be, and could be, no disturbances. I knew that. I think he was hoping it would be true. If he had any nerves, his hard cock betrayed them.

He was standing near the door, me still in my office chair. I rolled a little closer and leaned forward. It was the perfect angle / position. As his pants were dark, I had no qualms about gnawing on his crotch through the rough fabric. No stain would really show, and if he had a concern about that, he never stopped me.

Nor did he stop me when I pulled down the tab of his zipper. If anything, he spread his legs a bit to give me better, easier access. I took the opportunity.

It was a struggle to release his very solid 7” cock from its confines, but I’m nothing if not an experienced slut. Soon that rod was free and passing through the open fly – which is always a great look. Rob stood there why licked the underside of that shaft.

Rob involuntarily moaned as my lips wrapped around his cock and I slid my mouth all the way down to the teeth of his zipper. I think he’d have liked to remain silent….just in case. But I have a great mouth, even if I say so myself. All his actions, verified he thought I had a great mouth as well.

At some point, Rob sat down in my visitor chair. I stayed in my desk chair, wheeled over and leaned in, putting my head - my mouth - onto his lap. Swallowing every inch of cock he had. Right to the entrance of my throat. He didn’t even try to stifle a moan.

He did talk some, but mostly to tell me it takes him a long time to cum. That is good and bad.

Good if we were fucking – him fucking me, that is. Bad for a late day blowjob, when both of you – no matter how much you want this – really just want to get out of the office. So, I cheated. I used my hand. My fist.

I hate being “that guy”, but now and then it is necessary. Sometimes for timing….sometimes it is the only way they can get off. Believe it or not, some guys cannot get off orally. This was a little of both.

Rob’s had slunk down into the chair, his head back – close to, or touching the wall – eyes closed, at least most of the time. He was in the moment of the blowjob. So was I. He succumbed to the moment, to the surrounding, to his decision to let his guard down.

Breathing became labored. Moans were not loud, but they were frequent. As they got closer together, I knew the end was near. And then there was cum. Lots of it. But not tasty. Rob was a smoker, a heavy one at that. When he exhaled just during the blowjob I smelled heavy tobacco. I’m no scientist, but I’m guessing that’s why his sperm tasted bad.

Now don’t get me wrong – I swallowed. Every drop. Including what I squeezed out after what most would have considered “finished”. And I’d never tell him his jizz tasted bad. That’s not my place. I’m there to entice the cum to appear and then make it disappear. I’m there to make a man feel good – and for many, there is no better than the afterglow of orgasm. There is a superiority to them at that point and time.

I straightened up. He stood up and pulled himself together. We chit-chatted while he tucked in and zipped up. It was all very amenable. He even joked, “well, I guess now it’s time to block each other” – meaning to have Scruff impede us from communicating again. We both laughed.

….and I haven’t seen him on Scruff since. I guess he wasn’t joking.

Sunday, November 06, 2016

Active Bottom

I walked through his unlocked door and climbed the stairs to his apartment. Once in, it was another flight to his bedroom. As I was a few steps from the top, I could see him. He was almost in an egg- shaped position. Head down, back curled, ass at the edge of the bed with his feet tucked under him. He was in position.

I had been at Starbucks when “Dan” hit me up. We volleyed back and forth before he asked me over. However, the discussion was about him providing me head. I know that’s not my norm, but it had been like four weeks since I got off – which is my norm – and I was ok with someone’s mouth sucking the life out of me.

But now here I was, at his place, his ass exposed for my use.

Well, I assume it was for my use. And there was a bottle of lube and a hand towel to the left of him, seemingly for me.

I  had been here before. I had fucked Dan before. So he knew what I was packing.

Months before (a year?) Dan rebuffed me saying he was no longer having casual sex and was now looking for ‘the one’. I knew he’d be back. They all are. This is an urge that doesn’t just dissipate – even if / when you fine “the one”. And now I was getting on my knees to eat his fucking butthole.

His shitter is nice. Meaty enough, but not fat. Hairy enough, but not a forest. Pink enough that makes you just want to make your tongue dance all around and in it. Of course, this might just be me, since I am such a fan of anallingus. I had him moaning into his comforter, as his head never raised up upon my entrance. While I was down there, I smelled the faintest whiff of poppers. Clearly, he picked up his head enough to take a hit of them.

As we had talked about giving head, I thought I’d take him up on that. I told him before I fucked him, he was going to show me how good his mouth was. He hopped off the bed and got to his knees, while I sat on the edge of the mattress.

His skills were good, but not great. Dan utilized his hand far far far too often, considering the entire blowjob lasted all of four minutes before I pulled him off. Actually, the hand felt good, but it’s a blowjob, not a handjob. And now that the table had been set for buttfucking, I wasn’t really any longer in the mood to dump my nut into a mouth that he might not swallow.

I tried to penetrate Dan with just his spit – and mine (on his hole) – but damn if I’m not too thick for that to go in easily. Considering he said he’d been fucked three times (yeah, casual sex is back on his table) two nights before, I thought he’d accommodate me easily. So I squirted some lube on my shaft, rubbed it around with my hand and then slid up his ass with ease.

Dan is a semi-active bottom. He isn’t that vocal. He doesn’t take over the fuck by physically riding the cock or anything. But his inner-muscles. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Clearly I’ve never fucked myself, but I do like to use my ass muscles on a guy while he his pumping his junk up my chute.

Here I was, fucking Dan and thinking about guys fucking me – as strange as that might sound. My thought and hope was: fuck – I hope guys who fuck me think my ass feels this good when I purposefully milk their dick with my controlled ass muscles.

Everyone who stops by this blog is aware I’m not the best or most proficient top. That’s not necessarily where my skill set lies. I’m ok, but control isn’t always my strong suit. I mean, if I top, I want it to last a bit. And I get that some guys are just load collectors (I’ve had those times myself). But Dan was purposefully trying to get me much closer – or off completely – by working his ass. And the man has talents.

Dan would mock / play along when I’d tell him to stop manipulating my cock. He’d go, “what do you mean??” at the same time he’d pulse around my thick shaft. The bastard.

The ‘fuck’ was more of me staying still trying not to dump my load too quickly. It was more me staving off ejaculating than it was of me pistoning my dick in and out of his hole, which is really what a fuck is all about, no?

When I realized I couldn’t hold off much longer due to my physical make-up and his continually squeezing my pud, I decided to go for broke and just start fucking. #Dan took the cock – and the load – like a champ.

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(last part of video was too big for blogger upload, so I did it via xtube)

The man is beyond experienced, so I don’t think it was a big stretch for him to take the fuck I gave him, but the load was large, so hopefully he was a good boy and didn’t expel it for a number of hours.

Or maybe he used it for lube for the next guy he’d lure over.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Das Schwantz

Let’s just start off with: he was German.

Like just relocated from Germany, German. Born and raised there. Still sporting a heavy Germanic accent.

We had exchanged messages back and forth via Scruff, but neither of us was making the effort – I’m assuming we both assumed that the other would take the lead. Neither of us did. At one point, on one Saturday, things aligned and I was headed to his house.

5’10” or so. Shaved head. Salt & pepper goatee. Wifebeater. A band of ink going around the right bicep. And muscles.

The foreseeable problem was he was more interested in my dick than he was to me helping him out. Still, I went. I was kind of in a mood where I might want to get my cock sucked. I’d rather do other stuff, but if he took it – and if I let him – it would be my first blowjob to completion in 2016.

However, he also sent me a pic of his dick and he had a really really nice schwantz. It was thick and 8 inches. Technically he was uncut, but I wouldn’t say he sported enough skin to make it look that much different than someone who was circumcised.

He liked showing off his dick, but when I’m planning on doing the sucking or taking it up the ass, I try not to advertise my dick. Personally, I think it sends a mixed message. It’s one thing if you discuss versatile status, but that wasn’t done. But now my mind was no longer on him giving me head. My thoughts were geared towards his penis.

He was in the yard, checking on stuff as I pulled up. In his heavy accent, he felt it was ironic that I drove up in a German made car. Coincidence, maybe. Ironic, no. I am of German descent – not that he would know that. I also knew he was waiting on a delivery from Home Depot, so we had an end-time, though he’d get warning when they were close to his house.

We weren’t in the house more than 30 seconds before we reached for each other. Being a hot day, shorts were dropped.  Mine were.  His, were not.  Not yet.

"Lutz” played with my cock, but just with his hands, no mouth. First I was standing, and then I was sitting. He had pure white sofas and chairs. For naked cracks to hit that, while stimulating a potential leaking organ seemed brave, if not downright stupid. But his house – he knows the score…..I assume.

His hands slipped down to my sac. There he touched lightly. Touched roughly. Tugged them while watching my face. I gave no indication that I wasn’t liking any of it. His hand slipped under my nuts to rub on my taint. I scooted a little forward to edge of the sofa and soon his fingers were running over my hole.

Then he slid one up me.

Normally I’m not a fan of fingers. I don’t know why exactly, but they’ve never been horribly comfortable for me. Even for loosening up a hole, I’d rather a guy just do it with his cock. Personally, I think they’re too boney.

But up my bum his middle finger went. And it felt fantastic.  Even I could feel how my membrane grasped around his digit. I can only imagine what he was experiencing.

He was having me get a little short of breath, as he manipulated that finger around. The man knew what he was doing – clearly. I was quickly changing my mind about fingers. He looked me right in the eye as he moved that ‘fuck you’ finger in my ass.

At this point he slipped down his shorts, teasing me with the pubes, the base of the shaft and then slowly but surely the rest of it. They hit the floor and were kicked to the side. The wonderful sausage was in full view.  I slipped off the sofa and wrapped my lips around it – it felt great in my mouth. Going by his moans, he had the same opinion.

He leaked a lot. I lapped up a lot too. It was a good pairing. At this point, he hadn’t tried to suck my dick – though that was the intent of his invite. I was ok with that.  

He got a call he had to take and he stepped back. I got back on the sofa. When he returned, his finger found my hole. And then a second finger joined. It was fucking great. I don’t know how, but it was. Then he did something with his fingers that just made me moan with pleasure. I think he curled his fingers or twisted his wrist – or both. But fuck he knew what to do.

Looking at the pleasure on my face, he either enjoyed me getting off on this, or possibly my ass was doing something to his hand that I could not comprehend.

Before long, he stepped up behind me. Slapping his cock against my crack and hole seemed natural to me. But since he never mentioned fucking me, him pushing a big cock against a small opening. Yet that pink round entrance opened up for him and he insistently pushed his way in. I did nothing to stop his invasion. I needed it. I wanted it to happen.

Halfway through the fuck, his phone rang. By the time he got to it, after a few more pumps up my ass he pulled out but he missed the call. He tried calling Home Depot back, only to find obstacles. While he dealt with those, I wrapped my mouth around the cock that was just up my hole. His cock stayed hard the entire time.

While he was on hold for a long time, he signaled me back to the sofa. I went ass up and he went balls deep. With a few more minutes on hold, he pumped my butt. With no notice, he also pumped a load up my ass.  He put one hand on the small of my back at the time of ejaculation. I milked his cock with my ass and each time I'd clamp, I'd feel him twitch.

Somewhere during his withdraw, his call got dropped. He was not happy.

I was, so while he redialed, I took his cock back into my mouth - and he didn't stop me. He wasn't so sensitive to the touch that he recoiled. After a few minutes, I had him back at rock hard. And he was clean as a whistle. But I didn't stop. I didn't want to and he made no signs telling me to cease and desist. So I didn't.

15 minutes later I was rewarded with a second load. In my mouth. One for each end.

I figured that was it for me. He had been on and off hold with various managers while I sucked him. Still no delivery resolution. But while he traversed the bowels of Home Depots customer service, he got on the ground, on his back and told me to jack off on him.

So I did.

As I hadn't cum in weeks, he wasn't expecting what I was about to give. And what I gave. I coated his chest and neck with my spooge.

I can only hope he got completely cleaned up before Home Depot delivery guys smelled the drying semen on his body. Or maybe he wanted them to. 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

No Repeat

It turns out the situation was less than ideal.

He hit me up on Scruff. He was ok at best. But when will I learn that you usually have to downgrade every guy as they present themselves on sites like that – myself included. So if you’re just ‘ok’ there, chances are you’re less than stellar in real time.

But I’m that guy who keeps repeating the process expecting different results.  I believe that makes me insane.

Still, I was horny and yes, sometimes it is about load collection and not necessarily ‘the act’ itself. Though it is difficult to separate one from the other on certain levels.

The texts tell me where to go……and as you can see, he didn’t excel at his schoolin’.

Now, I'm down for doing it at someone's place of employment and had he been remotely attractive, I'd have really suggested the showroom itself. But he was wussy and wouldn't even doing it in a corner or the store where no one could see. 

The place was dead, and it is poorly located. If they sold a mattress there a month I'd have been surprised. 

So as it was, we headed to the bathroom. Now for slow traffic store, there is no reason this bathroom shouldn't have been pristine. But fuck help me, it was a sty. And I'm all good with dirty bathrooms for sex, but you also know the kind of places those exist, and it shouldn't have been here. 

The guy said he was 6’ and 200.  He might have been 200….30 lbs ago. I don’t mind some weight, but don’t fucking lie to me about it. It’s not like it is going to disappear before I show up. But lord, sometimes I just don’t know when to say “sorry….not gonna happen”. So into the bathroom I went, and down to my knees I went. 

His cock wasn’t all he said either. “It’s kind of small now”.  Yes. This is true. And it took a while to get it up to its full four inches. Yeah – you read that right. I say it’s not about the size, and normally it isn’t, but give me something to work with.

And I say it’s about the attitude and if they know how to use it. This is true… a degree. But this dude had neither. Last year – just in a year – I sucked off 292 guys. Or loads. While it was a high volume year for sure, let’s extrapolate that out by let’s even say 25 years (and I’m being conservative….easily).  It’s safe to say I’ve had my share of cocks in my mouth, yes?

The guy has zero moves on how to get sucked. He would not stay still to do my job, which could be ok, if you had any sense of rhythm or pace or anything when it came to feeding my mouth or fucking my face. It was jack-rabbit sex…..and it was horrible.

Previous posts have mentioned I’m better with bigger and thicker cocks. I don’t know why, they don’t make me gag that much. The smaller ones…well they do. It’s like getting a bad strep culture done at the Minute Clinic. I always gag at those too – and yes, I get the irony.

I sucked for what seemed like forever, but was probably 8-9 minutes. The dick wasn't great - but he had to ask, "do you like my cock?  do you like the way I look?"

We are all needing some kind of validation on some level, but why now.....and why these specific questions. He put me in an awkward place.  I tried to mumble something of off the cuff that was noncommittal, but he asked again, wanting to hear an answer. So I lied. 

"Yeah - it's good!". 

So while he wasn't honest about who he was, the truth is, I wasn't either. So I suppose that makes me just as bad. 

While he was asking and I was kind of answering, he was jacking. I'd rather not have a guy use his or my hand, but at this point it was whatever got him close. And he was. 

He suddenly announced he was on the verge, so down on him I went and took his load. 

To his credit, it was sizable and for a smoker (which he claimed he wasn't, but clearly was) the taste of the semen was not bad. 

As he walked me out, he kept asking to see me again, but that will not happen. 

That insanity I mentioned earlier on here?  I'm gonna break the cycle.  At least with this one. 

Monday, September 05, 2016


I once wrote here that I told Mr. Steed that if I hadn’t blogged for more than 2-3 weeks that I was probably dead.

Either I misspoke, or I have risen. Or I’m a zombie.

I apologize for my absence, but life and work – mostly work – has gotten the better of me. It’s not thatI’m not having sex, or that I don’t have a backlog of stories. I just have had little to no personal time. I am trying to rectify this, that is assuming anyone is even still looking here for an entry. But here is one.

He’d seen me on Scruff a few times before. Once I started a new job, his proximity to me dwindled to a few hundred feet at times. I surmised he worked where I did, or close by. Now and then we’d exchange pleasantries, but neither of us pushed for a meet-up. I think one time we did, but I deduced he might bottom more than top…..or was involved with someone else…..or both.

We will call him “Josh”.

Josh is all of 28 years old. 5’9” and 180. He’s married, presumably to a woman, but who know. I didn’t ask. He didn’t off. I didn’t really care. He’s also a pharmacist. This I figured out on my own.

Josh was working over one day not long ago. Pulling an extra long shift (that’s shift, not shaft) and had a short window for a break. He was wondering if my services were available. I made clear my services at this time were oral – no reciprocation needed. He said he’d be there in 10.

Sure enough, there he was in the hallway of my office.

Oh yes, I was still at work also. Suit and tie. Early in the evening, no one around save me. Me and my
lips. And mouth. And throat.

He was excited from the start. You could see the tent in his scrubs. Easy to feel too. He was fully erect.

I love scrubs. One pull of the tie at the waist and they almost always fall to the floor. These were no
exception. He stood there – unsure of where to be – as I put my palm and fingers over the mound of his plaid underwear.

I didn't even pull those down. I pried his cock out the opening in the front. This was a place of business, not a place to get completely stripped down for extended pleasure. He was on his break, I was needing to shut down the place.

Out popped a nice 6" cock. Decent thickness with a good head.

....and speaking of good head, I gave it to him. He tried not to moan. He knew the surrounding environment, even though I was 99% sure no one was around. Yet he'd make little gasps at my tongue swirled around his corona, or as it danced on the underside of his shaft as I simultaneously took him to the root.  I wasn't fooling around here.

I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to enjoy it. But I wanted to fucking get him off. He wanted it too.

He wasn't fooling around either. The way he grabbed my head and fucked my face, I was rethinking my perception of him being a bottom anything. As for the married to a man or a woman, it could still go anyway. But he was a man who liked head and knew how how he liked it.

Or he knew he liked treating me like a mouth. A convenience.  And I have zero issues with that.

If he wanted to get a little rough with me, I was ok with that. He must have been ok with that too, because with no words said, he grabbed my tie and used it as leverage to feed my mouth.

He was aggressive, but I felt he was testing me, and to a degree, himself. I think he was seeing how far he could go. I'm sure he did not have any idea how far he could take this - given the right circumstances. Yet it was all a good start.

He kept up with the tie or hand on my head until he muttered he was going to shoot.  He asked if I wanted the load, I said nothing and he kept on pumping. My silence was acknowledgement and agreement as far as I was concerned. And I'm guessing he thought the same, though I always hope that guys never take 'no' for an answer.

The load was huge. It had a lingering aftertaste, but there was a lot of spooge that I caught on my tongue to show him before I swallowed.  I don't know if guys like to see their volume or their seed, but it is my instinct to show them, with me assuming they are proud of what they did, what they produced.

And it is almost if he reads this blog. He reached out to hold my throat - though far too gently. He stroked it in what I'm assuming was to stimulate my reflex to get me to swallow. His profession is one in which he gets people to take medications.

I just happened to get the elixir of "love".

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Daddy and Boy

“I came down here for nothing”.

That was the opening salvo from some Grindr “kid” who just invited me over and had to come down to let me in his complex because the buzzer wasn’t working right. But seems he knew the work around to the malfunction, and would not have had to come down. Still – it wasn’t a great opening remark to the start of a sex session.

He was more handsome than his picture, but still not necessarily my ‘type’ – that is, if I have just A type. 23 (young). Hispanic (the first guy I dated was Puerto Rican). He was shorter than I normally like. But he hit me up on Grindr – more than once – and this time I bit. It was late in the week and I was horny. He asked what I wanted, and I really wanted to suck.

I have had sex over the last few months – obviously – but I’d say the majority has not been oral. I’m not complaining as I like it up the ass. A lot.

During our on-line exchange, he wanted to kiss. I like to kiss, but not everyone gets that from me. The feeling has to be right.

Once up in his crappy student apartment (he’s a Ph.D. candidate) his clothes were dropped. I was still in a full suit. He went right to his bed and plopped down.

His cock was nice – about 7” and moderate thickness. And brown. Technically he was uncut, but there was not a lot of skin to show for it. It’s the best of both worlds if one isn’t comfortable with foreskin.

Still suited, I sat on the bed, leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. He loved it – naturally. It was a good cock to suck. A weird angle, but a good cock. He was stretched back, eyes closed. Or partially closed.

Yet, deep down I knew this isn’t where he wanted it to go. He had a full grown man with his 23 year old self, and rarely is it about them being the top. I knew this going in, but I was kind of hoping for a load in the throat and on my way on this late Friday afternoon. I needed a good end to a shitty week.

The guy (no names were exchanged – or even pretended to) was all about the cuddling and wanting to make out. It was hot out and that isn’t my thing. I had no intention of taking my suit off, but he kept pawing at it, undoing my tie…..then my belt. Soon, I was butt naked save for my socks. It’s not that I have a sock fetish, but I’m guessing his carpet had not been vacuumed or cleaned for the last three tenants.

Now he went down on me. The guy had a nice mouth. But it was when he went to my balls that he had me. Only a few times I’ve experienced the ball lick that sent basically electric shocks throughout my body. Its pleasure was off the charts. I could not stop convulsing or moaning. Or saying “oh shit!”. The neighbors be damned.

He was diligent in his process. But as I figured, he was hoping I’d feed him. Possibly more.

He climbed on top of me – me on my back, him sitting on my lap. My rock hard dick bumping his undercarriage. Not quite hitting the target, but not far off either. We made out. I went to the side and nibbled his ear, then inside it. That fucking set him off. He was feeling what I was with my balls licked, times 20. This desire made me all the more erect.

And since I was so fucking rigid, I decided I would go for it. I know it’s not normally my style, but here he was, grinding, 23, nice ass – and more to the point, I had a fucking stiffie. You know I don’t normally fuck ass. Normally. Here and there, but not on a consistent basis.

As soon as I mentally decide this is what I’m doing and I try to position my cock while still in the lying back position, then he utters the words,: “I don’t have a rubber”.

FUCK !!!!

I did not internally scream that because he didn’t have one. It’s that he wanted to use one at all.

I love that NO BODY ever has a fucking baggie. Bottoms expect tops to carry them, tops except the bottoms to be packing. Maybe it’s a clever out on everybody’s part, but maybe they’re just too lazy or cheap. Or all of the above.

Still I noticed he has not moved an inch. Still my shaft throbbed. Still he pushed back to it. I reached up and pulled him to me.

“That’s ok, baby”, I said, or something equally as cheesy. I pulled him down into a kiss….and then went to work on his ear and then his other one. He was a mad man trying to control his urges…..but I’m a man of experience, and I saw that control start to erode.

“Daddy wants that hole, but I guess Daddy will have to wait”, I hissed in his ear. I also lifted my hips as I said it.

Yes, I proactively called myself ‘daddy’. While it was never stated, clearly that is why he hit me up as I was over twice his age, and the use of that word got him all the more excited. I might not play daddy or top all the time, but I know the triggers for boys like this. I know what I’m doing. I’ve been this kid.

The words. The mouth. Both got him squirming. And it kept me hard.

“You like the way my cock feels back there, don’t you?”. The answer was as expected. Yes.

“You fucking want Daddy’s cock up there, don’t you…….boy?”. I grab each cheek as I hit the last word of the sentence.

Yes, I added ‘boy’. It was to emphasize our standings. More subtle, it was to get him to secede power from him to me. He admitted he wanted it up his ass. I told him I was gonna put it there. He didn’t say ‘yes’, but he didn’t say ‘no’.

I spit into my hand, reached around his legs to grab and wet my cock. He saw all of this, but said nothing, nor moved an inch.

I positioned myself at the tight opening. While I let him assist in easing it in, I was also in control. I applied pressure – albeit even too much and his hole was fighting me every step of the way. But paydirt: the head went in and then about two inches.

He was uncomfortable. It is a thick cock and his was a tight butt. And he wasn’t sufficiently breathing. I get that holding the breath seems like the logical idea to bare down and take it, but it is the worst thing a bottom can do. The key is to breathe.

The boy complained, and pulled off. But I wasn’t about to miss my opportunity. I brought him down to me and kissed him. Told him Daddy was proud of his efforts. Provided praise for his skill and for what a nice butt he had.

And then I went for the ear.

More squirming ensued. Just as I expected. More praise from my mouth into his ear. He loved it.

I told him Daddy wanted back in and he said yes. I suggested taking my dick from behind this time – and he said yes. He even reached into his bedside drawer and produced lube. As much as I would have liked just spit, I knew I was much too large for his much too small hole.

As a bottom, I’m a very giving person. I fawn over a man. I will lick his toes. Or his pits. I will lightly run my hands up and down a leg – part tickle, part sensual, all hot…for the recipient. But you know I LOVE eating ass. The easiest thing in the world for me to have done would have gone down to wet up his hole with my tongue. But didn’t.

I won’t say it didn’t cross my mind, but it was fleeting. I could have been the kind, caring dad, but no….I felt to sensually eat his shitter out would have been some kind of power transfer – and right now I was not willing to give that up, even if that was in my own head.

His shoulders and head were down, his ass up. I got on my knees between his legs, my lubed up cock at his back door. And I pressed….and pressed until I got in.

In my mind I knew I should take my time. But I also knew my window of opportunity could shut at any moment. He could change his mind. He could say ‘ouch’. Or worse, I could lose my hard-on.

He did mutter some discomfort as I pushed the head past his ring and sunk three inches up his ass, but I pretty much ignored it. I paused for a few and then started pushing more into him. I talked him through breathing again, but he went into a short labored breathing pattern that could have bordered on hyperventilating. He finally started more regulated breaths, but not that kind that I think could have helped him more. But it was enough of distraction on his part for me to go in the rest of the way.

He kind of balked at that, but I told him what a good boy he was for his Daddy and how nice it was to have my cock buried up his ass. He was positioned far enough away that it wasn’t possible for me to lean down and get to his ear. Had I, that ass would have parted like the Red Sea I believe.

To be fair, I didn’t pound his ass – though I wanted to. Part of thinks he wanted that also. But he was grunting, part in pleasure, part in pain. I think he wanted to tell me to stop, but he never did and I was so close anyways. There is no way I wanted to or was going to stop.

Normally there is a precursor to my ejaculation when I’m fucking. It’s not so much the noises I make – though I do make them. But I get them to ask for my load. It makes things so much easier when they tell me not only do they want it, but tell me to give it to them. Even if they say “do it”, I usually say, “tell me what you want!” I make them get specific. There are multiple reasons for this methodology – it lets me off the hook for just cumming and not telling them, but let’s face it – their begging for a load is a huge turn-on.

But this time I said nothing, made no noises. Too much was at stake. Daddy had gotten his boy this far, there was no turning back now – and I wanted no roadblocks in my way, no changing of the mind. So I unloaded.

And unloaded. And unloaded. #Sure, at this point I was making noises. Grunts mostly. I am not one of those who keeps fucking during orgasm. My rod is buried up the ass and just pumping out jizz. He knew what was happening. He said nothing. Just moaning into the bed.

When I eventually slid out, I flopped over off of him and onto my back. I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply. He took it well and kissed back. He sat on my abs and would stroke his dick and lean down to kiss me. It didn’t take him long – as he had never lost his hard-on – and he inched closer up my chest. He asked if he could cum in my mouth. I just opened up.

As he got there, he just stuck the head in my mouth and pumped 4-5 heavy shots of cream. His hands were against the wall, bracing himself. As he regained some composure, he said, “you don’t have to swallow……” but he trailed off as he saw me ingest his semen. He laughed.

During all of this – and afterwards – I’m cynical enough to think I didn’t control the situation at all. This protest for a rubber, his giving in, his taking it…..was all a ploy, his idea to get what he wanted in the first place. Maybe I’m giving too much credit to a 23 year old.

I stood and put on my suit, save tying the tie, and was about to head out. I was dying to ask, “still think you came downstairs for ‘nothing’?”. But I didn’t. I was the bigger, wiser man.

Because at least this time, I was the Dad.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Nerd Fuck

The title of this post is a spoiler alert – no?

I bet you keep reading anyways.

You’ve heard my tales of blowing the big-dicked Nerd. This has been going on and off for a while now – maybe 6-8 months. Maybe longer, I’d have to go look.

I wish it would be more ‘on’ than ‘off’. I think he thinks it is just flattery when I coo and tell him I could suck his dick every single day of my life. It’s a fact.

It really is one of the most perfect cocks I’ve ever had the chance to play with. Sure, there have been bigger, but something about his solid 8 inches is just great. It hangs heavy but still stands up when fully aroused – which doesn’t take much… least from my experience.

The man has had trouble getting around, as he fractured his foot and leg. He is finally off crutches and into a boot, but still, it’s harder to move than usual. Even coming up the few stairs into my place is slow going.

Normally he just stands in the kitchen and leans against the counter. I go to my knees and orally service him.

It is unfortunate that he is easily excitable. Or maybe I just overexcite him. I am not one to pat myself on the back, but I have a really good mouth. It’s possible that he might not be able to fight off my superior skills. What mortal man could?

I kid – of course. Plenty can – and do.

Still, Nerd guy and I have a rapport. He loves playing with my tits because he know it gets me riled. And he knows when I’m riled, I provide excellent service.

Lately, we have been starting standing, face to face. Pants open up. Pants drop. There is some touchy- feely action going on. I get to weigh his cock in my hand. It’s heavy.

Our breathing gets heavy. We even get close physically, yet I feel kissing him is beyond his comfort level. It’s just a feeling, so lips have never met lips.

I tremble when he plays with my tits. He trembles if my mouth gets close to his ear. When I do suck him, his legs literally shake. I’d like to say I’m good – and I am – but the man is wired for sex, though by looking at him, you might not know it.

Nerd has felt my ass cheeks, even running his finger under my nuts and lightly running his finger over my hole. It feels good. The implication is that he’d like to fuck, but the times we’ve been together are haphazard scheduling and right after work - - there is no ‘prep’ time, if you know what I mean. …..and I think you do.

But this fateful day, I never went to my knees. We stood there playing with each other. He grabbed my ass – I didn’t stop him. I spit in my hand and put hand-to- cock. His cock.

With no fanfare, I was turned around. His pants fell further down his legs than they already were. He shuffled those few steps – pants were an issue as was the boot he was wearing.

If there was additional lube, I never heard him release spit into his hand or down onto his shaft. But I felt it. The lack of proper lube, but I’m not complaining.

For such a gentle soul – and you know at work and in social life he’s probably a wallflower – when it comes to fucking he is brutal. #I don’t mean that in a bad way.

I don’t think he knows he’s being rough. I don’t think he knows he has no finesse. He actually might have that, but his excitement level was high, and sometimes anything other than blind lust isn’t an option. And I really don’t think he understands how big and thick his cock are.

One thing I do know is that he likes being up the ass – all the way…..deep. To get a cock that size balls deep there is force behind it. And even partially incapacitated by that boot, he had some leverage.

Nerd had me pinned between him and the kitchen counter. There was no escape – not that I was looking for one. I was reaching for the other side of to hold onto just to steady myself from the pounding. That I did need.

He was slightly grunting. Mine was much more than ‘slightly’.

I felt the positioning was not right for this fuck, but I had zero intention of stopping this barreling locomotive. He wanted this. I wanted and needed this.

When I blow the Nerd, I feel I have more control over his orgasm than he does. That is if I’m doing my job correctly and looking for all the signs. But I can change my behavior based on those signs if the blowjob is to prolonged. That is only sometimes. There are a few that I was slightly unprepared for his release.

With the ass fucking, I had less control over how anything went. And in a way, that’s how it should be. Sure, I have my ass muscles to massage and milk his shaft, but we didn’t know each other “this way”, so I didn’t know what trigger points with which to work.

I know that Nerd somewhat cared if I was feeling good, but for the most part it was about how his cock was feeling. And going by his noises and movements, things were a-ok.

His cock is large and thick. It was completely filling my hole. I could feel my ass walls just hugging his shaft. Sure he could stretch the hole out a little, depending on how long he fucked, but for now, it was a nice grip, a nice fill.

Still, the man is a pounder.

Rough. Insistent. Now.

I swear I felt his cock hit different places than I had never been touched. I don’t think that was due to the size of his dick as much as it was the angle. Or maybe it was the combo.

I’d be lying if I said it was a pleasurable fuck from my end. I was getting immense pleasure that he was getting into it and eventually off on it. But there were jabs and strokes that made nerve twinge and not always in a good way.

Lest you think I am complaining, I am not. During this – and with other fucks and sucks – I am reminded that this is where I am meant to be. Their pleasure is more important than mine. My physical pleasure doesn’t even have to exist. However, my mental pleasure was off the charts….which is one reason I think I don’t have to physically get off myself that often.

I tried hitting the poppers to relax a little more, but I think we were too far into the fuck for them to effectively work. They might have been a momentary distraction, one that would give me a splitting headache later on, as they always do.

Fucking with Nerd lasted longer than sucking. Maybe he was better at controlling his orgasm when he’s putting pipe to butt.

But it was good. In most every way.

He was exhausted and a little sheepish when done. But that’s ok. That’s his nature. He went from aggressive fucker to wallflower in a matter of two minutes after cumming. It was a very empty feeling for me when he slid out.

We both enjoyed the entire event very much – on different levels, but that’s the way that works.

Not for nothing, but the KISS guy came by shortly thereafter – like 10 minutes after. Not a word was said about a previous visitor. I was wondering if a guy will truly notice another load up there or not, especially with as big of a one as the Nerd usually shoots

I’m not saying he noticed or not, but honest to god, the fuck lasted all of 90 seconds. Maybe it was his dire need, or maybe the feeling of an extra warm ass – mostly the load – just set him off.

Either way, I sat around with two loads deep in my hole.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Boston Bathroom Hottie at CLAW

It was the closing day of CLAW. It’s always a little sad on many levels. The folks are bleary-eyed from the night before. They wander the vendor floor in search of anything they might have seen but where holding off on purchasing. And worst of all, people are packing up and leaving.

It’s not so much that I’m sad to see them go, but packing up, having to check out by a certain time – coupled with their late waking time due to the night before – leaves little opportunity to find someone and to use their room. And you have to deal with their partners, boys, Sirs, or messy roommates, and hope they have somewhere else to be as well.

 ….and yet, everyone is looking for that one last hook-up. Myself included. Or maybe especially.

If I’m being honest, my area of the vendor mart was dead on Sunday. While I was slated to work and showed up, I didn’t really stick around. I too was working under that check-out time window, and it was

The hotel lobby on this day is the hubbub of activity. People passing through to load up their car, get breakfast or you know, cruise the lobby itself. I was doing the latter.

While there, I saw the guy who fucked me in the sling. And I saw the guy who fucked me all over his room the day before. But I sat there, watching the parade of leather, latex, uniforms and flesh. In my mind, I played the ‘would I’ game. You know the one – would I sleep with them? How about him? …and

But mostly it was just people watching. Including a few guys who were sitting on a sofa talking. I noticed them, but didn’t NOTICE them. At least from my vantage point, nothing stood out in any way. As I was just pacing and looking at my phone – because even here, folks use the hook-up apps all the time – a few guys walked past. One I noticed – older, maybe late 40s, great build as he clearly works out, short dark hair covered in a Boston Red Sox cap. Never seemingly looking my way, he passed with his posse and went toward the bank of elevators.

A minute later, there is a tap on my shoulder. It’s him. ….my first thought was “what the what…..?”

 He leans and tells me, “you are so fucking hot – I couldn’t just walk away without saying anything to
My second thought was, “what the what???????” It felt like I was being pranked.

He leaned in closely to speak. His voice was low, sexy and exciting. His talk was dirty. His touch was strong. His keys were clipped to the left side, I knew to end my sentences with “Sir”. The first time he heard me say it, his head moved away from mine to look at me with a knowing glance – non-verbally confirming that I was correct in my approach.

You see, I don’t necessarily label myself with a name, title or decorative wares. People hope I’m a top, and maybe a little surprised and disappointed when I’m not. I might be sexually submissive, but I’m not sure I’d say I’m a Sub and I’m most definitely not a slave.

I think he was pleased with me addressing him the way I did. He told me he wanted me – and I told him I wanted him to do whatever he needed. He liked that too. Alas, he had no place. Whomever he was with was in their room, packing up for the trip back to Beantown. I was dead serious when I said I would even do him in the hotel lobby bathroom.

He snickered, but I noticed he didn’t actually say ‘no’. He seemed to be contemplating things. And for the record, I was thinking of the rear of the lobby where there were two restrooms. But he asked if I was ok with one – and he pointed – over there, off to the side near the front of the lobby. I nodded. He led the way. I followed at a respectable distance, though any of the fags who were watching (and there were a few) had to know what we were doing.

When I entered, I saw him briefly in the handicapped stall, then he stood out of sight in case anyone else walked in the restroom. I entered the stall, closed and secured the door. A door that went fully to

Sir Joe – as by now he had told me to call him - pushed me over to the wall and planted his lips on mine. For a forceable kiss, he was good at it. He also pawed at my tits until finding the nipple and both got a very rough squeeze. I didn’t make a sound, save for maybe a slight gasp in the breath. More excitement than pain. He seemed to enjoy getting a reaction. With his mouth near my ear, he hissed, “right now, you’re mine”.

I was. And I was fucking thrilled to be.

While just in a t-shirt and jeans (and the ball cap) the man had an incredible body. Clearly he works out a lot and lifts, but is not ‘roided out. And he has rough hands, which is not a bad thing at all – and while he told me his profession, it’s not technically manual labor, though to look at him, that would be your

Soon his pants were opened and his cock came out. It was a nice cock, about 7” and thin. I don’t know what I was expecting, but you know, I was hoping it would be fatter and a little longer. I mean, a boy can dream.

I was guided to my knees. I took him in my mouth and did what I do oh so well. He seemed to love my mouth and he certainly went to town on my chest. Let’s just say by the time we were done – not to jump ahead – my tits were fucking sore. Well, more sore, as a lot of the guys this weekend really worked them over, to the point they were almost chapped, if that is possible.

The man knows how to fuck a mouth. He knows how to grasp a head. He knows how to use.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure he can be completely selfish when it comes to sex – and I’m 100% completely fine with that. But this was more than that – he was being selfish not for being a dick reason, he was doing it because he knew he could and that I would be a very willing recipient – and he knew it even though it was not really discussed at that level. It’s all about how to read your partner.

While it was CLAW, it was still a public restroom, so we had to be as discreet as possible. People were coming and going, using the stall next to ours - for legitimate purposes - and the urinals. So we had to keep quiet. Any talk was right into each others ear, or silently conveyed with a look, a raise of an eyebrow or a finger, pointing for me to do something.

The only audible piece would have been Sir Joe's belt. The buckle would rhythmically hit the marble floor or wall. The sound was timed, as it was moving with his hips as he fucked my face. Any amateur sleuth could have deduced we were doing one of two things in there.

I SO wanted to do the second one, but Sir Joe, while being a sport, really wasn't into restroom / public sex this way. He was there for my benefit and I had to respect his wishes. And so I "settled" for giving him head.

With only a few minutes left - as I knew he had to check out - he held my head against the marble wall and shot his cum right into my mouth.

As I do with so many men, I then guided his hand to my throat, so he could feel me swallow that spunk. He smiled. Grinned, actually.

We got ourselves together. We left together. We exchanged digits, as he expected to hear from me later (and has).

If I'm ever in Boston, he'll know it.