CLAW 2017 #2

As it has happened, each year for the last three at CLAW, one certain guy always hits me up. Oddly, I never see him out and about during the weekend event. And oddly, he always hits me up on the last morning of CLAW via Recon. I seem to be his parting gift, the possible last person to get his load of the weekend.

Each time is in his hotel room. Each time he answers in varying stages of dressed in leather. Each time he has mirrored aviator sunglasses on. He still had that fumanchu moustache that really seemed to work for him. Each time, his 6.5”, super thick cock, is erect and ready. I have to do no priming. I just have to get to my knees.

Yes, it was yet another blowjob. Don’t get me wrong, I love giving head and I know I’m good at my job. Great at it, even. I have zero idea if this guy is into fucking, but it seems he isn’t into fucking me at the very least. Or maybe he’s like the last guy and just thinks I give the best head ever. Yeahhhhh…..that’s it.

Yet there I was, knocking on his hotel door Sunday morning, soon to be on my knees servicing his fat fucking cock. He said all the right things. He called me all the right names. I felt his hands on my head. I “let him” fuck my face. I submitted the way I was supposed to. Like the previous two years, we started standing, went to him laying back on this bed, me between his spread legs and ending with him standing…again. We have a pattern………………………apparently.

There is nothing out of the ordinary regarding this blowjob. It was standard, by the books in terms of style. #Of course I got him close. Of course, I got him off. I was a “good faggot”. I got every single drop of his load. I swallow it too. I squeezed it after withdrawing it from my mouth to see if I could get another drop – and so that he could see me do it.

Don’t quote me on this, but I bet I see him in about 10 months.

CLAW 2017 #1

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S.T.U.D.

He was hands-down one of the hottest men I’ve been with. Ever.

I mostly mean physically, but he’s got it down in other areas too. #His profile only had a shot of a partial chest and a white gym towel around his nether region. But it was a nice body. And he was 34 and hitting me up…….so why not flirt a bit?

So I didn’t know what he looked like exactly when I invited him over. That has never been a prerequisite. But he was responsive on Scruff and engaged. And he wanted someone to get him off. That pretty much fills the prerequisites, does it not?

He parked on the street and walked up the drive. It is then I spied with my little eye a striking man as he strode towards the door. 6’3”, 200 pounds. His brown hair was buzzed down to the skin on either side of his head, and in the back. What he left on top was full and thick, but maintained. Not quite a high top, but not quite hipster either. The man was solid from head to toe.

An earlier text to me read, “my little flaccid cock is gonna grow so big in your fucking mouth”. That turned me on! Talk like that is way better than someone quoting Byron or Yates. It turns out he’d have a solid and actual 8” hanging between his legs. And when I helped him drop his jeans, he wasn’t so little or flaccid.

This guy was all man.

As I am apt to do when I worship cock, as opposed to just sucking cock, I was deliberate in how I unhooked his pants. How I slowly took down a zipper, all the while watching his face, as I looked up at him from my clearly subservient position. How I pull them down slightly, but not all the way to start. It build up anticipation on both sides. You see the exposed cotton of their briefs or boxers, should they be wearing any. And he was.

I looked up at him before leaning in. It wasn’t for permission as it was more about intent. I nuzzled his covered slab with my face. I let him feel my face with his crotch. Even through the fabric, we could both feel each other’s heat from each other. It was then it was just no longer my face, but isolated to my lips and mouth. It’s about tracing his growing member with my mouth. Gently gnawing on the cotton mound. ….and then maybe a little less gently, figuring out what this man’s threshold might be.

As it turns out, he’s good with aggressive gnawing. He seemed like he’d be good with aggressive anything.

I expected his verbal skills to be good, and he did not disappoint. He had the right amount of erotic, filthy and degradation that I desire. And all without prompting. He was a good one to call me a “faggot” and a “cocksucker”. It boned me up in my suit pants.

Yes, I had just gotten home from the office….still in a tie and all, though the suit jacket had been removed. Nothing else had. Or would. His interest wasn’t really in my body or my could-be exposed dick. I wanted it to be about his cock……….and I think he did too. Mind you, I did end up pulling down my trousers as he wanted to see my ass, but it was never about my dick.

The cock was just perfection. I was secretly hoping this guy had some kind of flaw, and I’m sure he does, but during this encounter, I found none.

At some point, of course, I lowered his brief and took him into my mouth. There was an audible sigh / moan at the point of mouth to dick contact. He seemed to enjoy the feeling. I was enjoying the filling. I have to believe this is a man who could get a blowjob anytime he wanted, and yet he still seemed to truly appreciate the feeling of a mouth on his cock.

Seamlessly, we immediately worked as a team. I’d impale myself on his shaft as much as he‘d slam it into my mouth and throat. Sometimes his hands would grasp the side of my face or back of my head, sometimes he let me do all the work.

He had a dirty mouth too……calling me a cocksucker and meaning it. The talk wasn’t just talk. Perhaps it was sense of self-loathing he was projecting. Perhaps he just made himself feel better by demeaning the cocksucker giving him pleasure. What he didn’t really know was how hard his words were making me. Some guys I want to know it’s turning me on. Some guys I don’t – so it feeds them to do it more. He was one of those.

Grabbing onto his legs for support, those thighs were fucking tree trunks. Solid. Large. Unmovable, that is, if I even wanted him to deviate from his position. I didn’t.

He was insistent, but not in a hurry. Forceful but not abusive. Demeaning, but oh so nice to look at. #I could feel his cock bounce in my mouth, during those times when I just let him hold it in there – where he wasn’t fucking my face or I wasn’t bobbing on the shaft. I got him close a few times, but either he would back off, or I would. I know I didn’t want it to end too quickly, and I’d like to think he did not as well.

Still, all good things must cum to an end. When he did it was in volleys. Lob after lob of hot sperm. It filled my mouth, but didn’t choke me. I’m not a novice. I held as much as I could, savoring the thickness and the taste. Sure, some jizz slid down my throat, as I had to make more room for what he was providing.

I wasn’t, and you won’t be, surprised that it wasn’t bitter, but good tasting cum. There wasn’t a bad thing about this guy.

Before I swallowed, I showed him the vast amount of his seed taking up temporary residence in my mouth. He snickered. I swallowed.

Of course I probably fantasized some kind of connection, he seemed to be into it…..into me. He even mentioned ‘next time’ bending me over the desk and fucking me. I should have insisted on it right then and there, had I known he’d just ghost me and never be seen on-line again.

Tapped Out

He had blown me off before…….and not in a good way.

There he was, all of 400 ft away from me and we couldn’t make it work. Sure, connectivity there sucked, but in reality he said after his appointment we’d find time and then messaged me two hours and 11 miles later.

Now here it was weeks later, I’m having coffee in a Starbucks and he’s a mile away asking me to come over. And that I would be a third. Both guys were black. I was to be the cream center…………so to speak. I only had stats on the one: 6’2”, 210, football build, 8”. And very dark skinned, which I like. The other guy I had no clue. I was horny and said I’d be there in 5 minutes. He gave me the code to buzz him when I got to the door.

In a few minutes, he was opening the door for me. He looked as good as his pic, but he was slow to move and something about his mannerisms suggested drug use, which never is usually a positive when hooking up. I get that they think it is a good thing, but I find performance suffers greatly. In an impaired state, of course, they never think that to be true.

I followed back to his bedroom. The other guy was less than optimal. Older (not that I mind that). Normal body with a full belly – which I felt like it should have been tapped to drain fluid off of. He barely noticed I was there. He was fooling with one of his three (!!) phones. Again, it went to my high theory, and now added onto it, ‘dealer’.

The host and I paired off for quite a while. He lay back in bed, I was on my knees at the side, sucking his 7.5 thick inches. His eyes were closed. I could have been anyone. In his mind I was probably someone else. That’s fine. We weren’t looking to date.

The cock was dark as night. It shined up really nicely as my mouth came off of it, leaving it covered in my own spit and glistening in the daylight. I love that look…….it’s hot to me.

This went on for a while. I couldn’t tell if he was into me or not. If he liked the scene, or not. The other guy was a distraction, as he wasn’t participating and for me, I wasn’t even sure whose apartment I was in. I assumed the guy who messaged me, whom I was sucking, but I wasn’t truly sure.

He tugged at my shirt and silently encouraged me to disrobe. I did. Pants hit the floor and he pulled me into the bed with him, while guy #2 sat on the side of the bed…..with his phones. He had me work on his tits with my mouth while he played with my cock……then my balls……then my ass. He got no resistance, so he kept going.

As he ran his fingers from my taint to brushing over my hole...then into my hole….he went in for the kiss. I suppose it makes guys feel better about showing tenderness when really just wanting access to a private place. Kissing is nice, but not essential for these kind of hook-ups. There are no expectations except sex and getting out. That said, I love a full-lipped black man. The softness that usually comes with those lips can be highly erotic if they know how to kiss. This guy had the lips, but not the skill. I think he’d be teachable, but this was not that moment.

He leaned over and picked up a bottle of lube from the floor. As he applied it to his 7.5 inch cock, he adeptly moved between my legs. I spread them for him. It was well past playing hard to get at this point.

His cock punched in. I was prepared for the initial push so it wasn’t so bad. It might have helped that this wasn’t my first time. (that’s a joke, people!) Like his being the recipient of a blowjob he took the laid back approach to fucking. It was nice, but not intense. Everything was a little faster than slow- motion. Honestly, I didn’t agree to a three-way thinking it would be a Sunday afternoon drive mentality.

At this point, the third guy kind of showed up, even though he never left. He got behind the guy fucking me and tried to fuck him. Even I knew the guy in me wasn’t going to allow that. While he didn’t say ‘no’, he pulled out of me and gestured toward me to the other guy. He got between my legs and took a go.

I’d say ‘we’ve all been there…’ but maybe we haven’t. That place where you want to finish what you started but not with the guy who is currently with you. You ride it out (so to speak) so you can get back to the one you want. I have been there.

For a potentially lesser guy – one might feel cheap, used and degraded by this set-up. I am not a lesser man. There is a type of cost-benefit analysis going on in my head on what the ROI might be on letting some semi-silent guy fuck my ass while his semi-friend watches. I was hardly surprised with after two dozen pumps he unloaded. Going by his groan and time to pull out – it was nothing outstanding. I felt nothing. Literally and figuratively.

I was feeling a little “unsure” (we’ve all been there too….no?) so I asked to use the bathroom to just check and touch-up if needed. Nothing was needed, so it was just a feeling I was wrong on. The first guy was waiting outside the door and we just drifted into the kitchen. No third guy. Just us. There he kissed again. Better, but not great. He seemed taller than 6’2”, as that is my height and I had to lean up ever so slightly to make lip contact.

His cock was hard. He had the lube with him. He was prepared. I was ready. There in the kitchen, with him leaning against the counter, I turned around and bent over slightly. He got behind me, positioned himself nicely and pushed in.

The previous seemingly lackluster fucking was gone. He was in his groove. It turns out the man truly knew how to throw a fuck. One hand on my hip, one on my shoulder, he leveraged himself (and me) for a rugged, manly fuck. Determined. Focused. I leaned over more to brace myself against the opposite counter. This gave him better ability to fuck harder. He did to a degree, but I’ve had rougher.

Soon enough he was doing what most don’t: full in and out strokes. I mean, fully out. Then push completely back in. And he did it repeatedly. That is great in porn, but most guys never fully leave the confines of a colon.

I’d say it was unfortunate, but it wasn’t: his timing was off. On an outstroke, he started cumming. I felt a hot jet hit a cheek, but like a pro, he pushed in for the rest. That was kind of porn-like and kind of hot. He pumped the remaining ball juice he had up my ass.

He slid out. We composed ourselves. We made our way back into the bedroom to retrieve my clothes. The other guy was there, uninterested in anything we just did and had to have overheard. I nodded to whom I assume was my host and walked out alone....his load firmly up my ass.