Monday, March 26, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 5

The anon guy let the door close hard. I picked myself up and saw he left his used underwear behind. At first I thought it an accident until later I saw the video of him fucking me. He was wearing it while plunging in and out of my ass. He purposefully took them off before dressing and leaving.

Naturally, I kept them. Kept them unwashed too.

But it was about two hours from check-out, and people can be fickle, so I got back on-line.  Again, BBRT seemed the place to be. But now, I was the one who was low on messages. There weren't tons of tops or versatile tops on at this hour of the morning. So a very average one was, he asked "what's up".  I was to the point. "Looking to get bred.  Varsity Inn. 204".   His reply, "on the way".   Perfect.

There was no anon.  He was ok - but nothing to write home about.

It was - like the others - a no pretense fuck. I was bent over the bed, he just took out his 6.5" dick and stuck it in. It was a BBRT fuck - he wanted hole.  I wanted cock. He wanted to cum. I wanted his cum. Not his specifically - but he was there, so.......I was gonna get it.

Like the last few fucks, you could feel, hear and smell the wetness of my cunt. The squish was audible, visual and had an olfactory aspect.  I don't know if he noticed or not, but how could you not? He had to notice the ooze of jizz surrounding his cock. He had to notice that some just slipped out of my ass, down my taint and then onto the bedspread - right?

Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe it turned him on and he wanted to add to it. I was down with that - clearly.

He said nice things about my hole - how he liked it, and being in it. He pumped while he complimented it. I did the same for his cock.  I squeezed the cock too, as he was pulling out. I'd open up when he'd push back in - giving him both a loose and tight experience, teasing the fuck out of that dick.

The man lasted maybe 10 minutes before he unloaded up my ass.  #8.  I surpassed my totally made-up goal.  I win!

This guy is also the only one who really wanted to sit around yammering after the fact.  Fuck. Time was limited and yes, I was still horny. And no, I had not cum - but that was never (and rarely is) the objective. But it was a hotel room and one never knows. I finally got rid of him, but put out some feelers on BBRT and jumped in the shower.

Yes, shower. I was meeting friends for lunch and as much as it would have been fun, arriving smelling like cum, sweat and poppers isn't always appropriate. And it was now like 10a and I was starving. I barely ate the night before and now I was caffeine deprived, had a bit of a popper headache and we were nearing check-out time.

I went down the street to Starbucks. They had breakfast sandwiches and caffeine....and comfy chairs and an outlet. Yes, being the addict I am, I booted up the phone. I had a BBRT message - it was a 'text me at 614-555-1212 message.  I texted.

It was last guy from the night before, the one who just showed up. The one with 8" who pummeled me with his dick.  He wanted another go-round. I said if he could get to the hotel immediately, we could fuck before I lost the room. Technically I hadn't checked out and still had the key.  He hemmed and hawed.

Was there some other place we could fuck, he asked.  I countered, it's your town, you tell me. He had nowhere. He suggested the bathroom at Starbucks. Normally, I'd be SO down with that, but this ones had restrooms right in front of the counter and the 4-5 baristas. There was no way one wouldn't notice two guys going into a bathroom.

He had a 'roommate' so his place was off-limits. I don't know why I kept engaging, but I did.

Bossy - he was.  I was in my car in less than 60 seconds.  Oddly, he lived on the same street in which I did many moons ago. Parking was a bitch, so I ended up three blocks away. He was at the door when I walked up.

There was chatter. We never even made it more than 7' in the house. My pants went down, his shorts came off. I got on my knees and sucked him for all of a minute.....he was fully up at 8 again. I bent over his and his "roommates" piano.

Again - no finesse. It was a brutal fuck- but partially on purpose I believe. There was a clear view from the backdoor to where we were. He said his "roommate" could come in at any time. If true, there was no way he couldn't or wouldn't see us. It was probably more of a turn on for me. I don't think I'd have been threatened as I didn't my dick up his ass.

Of course, I would have liked a tag-team three way and said so. The guy boning me said it wouldn't be cool. I was really being pounded into the piano. He fucked hard. He fucked furious. I was not complaining. It was just what I wanted.

We were probably in the 5-7 minute mark before he just gut punched that cock up my hole and held it as deep as it would go. He delivered another load, about 10-11 hours after his last one.

Honestly, as I got back to my car, I looked at Grindr, Scruff et al, figuring, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to double digits if the stars aligned.  As it turns out - I had some quick conversations, but could see they weren't going anywhere. I called it.

While my hotel shower probably helped, in reality, I was going to pick-up friends with a fresh load up my ass, and me smelling of sex.  But with a smile on my face.

Total Load Count: 9
Final Load Count: 9

Sunday, March 18, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 4

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries (there will be five). There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

My little snooze lasted about 5.5 hours. I awoke around 5:30am, kind of lay there reveling in the night before - as an overall feeling of accomplishment. There were some decent guys. There were some good fucks. There were no great guys, but one borderline great fuck.  And yes, there was the dud, and the flakes, but all are to be expected, especially when you "market" yourself in such a manner that I had done.

In reality, it's about the experience not the quality. Quantity is part of that. Honestly, I don't know how Dawson did 30 loads, except that the production team put in the leg work to get the guys. He just had to take the dick, which oddly enough was the easy part.

But it was dark out - and in, as the curtains were drawn. I reached for my fully charged phone to see what, if anything, I missed in those snoozing hours. It turns out, not much. My second placed CL ad garnered no viable leads. The iPhone apps were the same people who were there hours ago, none of them looking any better, or any more available, than before.

BBRT is where I found some activity. He was less than a mile away. The pictures were shitty, but the stats seemed ok, but nothing fantastic. Tall, thin, decent dick. Again, I'm not a paying member, so I can't enlarge the images - and BBRT's images are small as fuck.

Like Guy #2 in the first installment, he wanted it anon. The door was left open, he texted he was in the parking lot.  Lube was laid out. My shoulders were down, my ass up. The door creaked open, closed and locked. Shoes came off, pants were dropped - from what I could tell.

I heard the squirt of lube and I felt the flesh at my back door.

One Push.

That's all he took. That was my only option. There was no real getting used to it, though I had kind of been prepped by five other guys. I'm guessing he was a good 7 or 7.5" - and he knew how to fuck.

Unlike the another anonymous guy, while I never saw him, this fucker did you can see when he used my camera to shoot some footage.

During the pounding, he asked how many loads I had taken. I told him he would be #6, but my self-created goal was 7.   He said he'd make sure I got #7 too.

At that point, he unloaded up my butt with a growl that could have awakened the folks in the hotel next door.  Not the room next door, but the hotel.

I was a good boy. I remained faced down. He was still there, I don't know what he did in the interim, but he was close by.  When he stepped back up seven or eight minutes later, his dick had  gotten back to full erection.

The next fuck was hard, unrelenting and much more non-verbal. And it was quicker. The first one lasted a good 10 minutes.  This one lasted less than five.  He buried himself in me and in his own previous load. He added to it.  His and theirs. 

Yes, theirs. I had yet to expel any of the previous folks' semen. I was keeping it as long as I could.

Load Count:  7

Thursday, March 15, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 3

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

Short after the endurance fucker had left I got a BBRT message:   "text me. I'm out of messages".

He left no number in which to text   Groan!  And I groan, because it was a good profile.

For those who don't use BBRT, if you're a non-paying member you only get x amount of messages. As you use one, you have to wait 24 hours for it to replenish. I think you get 35 total, so if you're on the hunt like I was, use those wisely.  I myself was down to 10-12 remaining messages.

I'm not sure if he had no messages left or few, so I took it on myself and just wrote:  Varsity Inn Room 204.   Then went about looking at emails, other BBRT profiles and Grinr, Scruff, A4A and Recon. The apps were the worst. I got little traction from conversation there and it would turn out - zero "meetings".

About 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door.  Oddly enough, it could have been anyone. By this time at least a half dozen guys had the room number, as they had planned to come over before they flaked. And honestly, I kind of forgot the last message I wrote.

It was the guy from BBRT. "I took chance and came over since you sent me your room. I could read messages, just not send any out.".   He hoped it was ok. And it was.

The man was good looking. Late 30s. 6' and maybe 190-200. Dark brown hair, and looking a little swarthy. All his BBRT categories were "Ask Me".  JFC - just answer the questions, already.

But here there were no questions to be answered. He saw for what I was advertising and he showed up at my door pseudo-unannounced.  Oh - and he had 8".

When it got hard - and it was like steel - it was possible the straightest shaft I have ever seen. ...and let's face it, I've seen one or two dicks in my life.

As you'd expect from a guy who kind of shows up unannounced, there was little or not fanfare. No foreplay - though he wanted to kiss. You know I'm down with that, but he was a heavy smoker, which was ironic for his medical background.  He had come right from work, so I knew exactly where he worked and in what specific.

I avoided that as much as I could. He pushed me over - me still standing, but hands on the bed, hairy ass pushed out, full access. 

I never saw him use the lube so maybe he used spit. Had he known, he might not have needed any kind of lube at all.

The man was not subtle. He did one push into my gut. If I wanted to slow him down or extract him, I wouldn't be able. He hammered my ass.  Jackhammered actually. He was rough, but not quite brutal. It was all for his own pleasure - which I'm not opposed to.

Somehow I made it down to the bed. Not quite laying flat, but close to. With each thrust in, with each pull out, I could feel semen escaping. Not tons, but enough that I knew that it was rolling off my balls and onto the poor put upon bedspread.

And yes, there were the cum squishy sounds....again.  Still.

Through his grunts and groans, he did say, "nice fucking ass".  I won't lie - it was good to hear.

Since he was so insistent about coming over, I assumed he'd be a pump and dump. But the man had stamina. Not as long as the guy before him, but it was a good 15 minute

He yelled that he was cumming so loud, the kids next door got their final sex-ed lesson for the night.

The guy pulsed over and over. His grunts corresponded to the throbs. I worked my ass muscles around his cock as and after he came. I love making a guy shake from head to toe after he's climaxed. Some guys like the feeling, others are too sensitive.

I don't think he was the latter, but unceremoniously, he pulled his cock from my ass. While I hate that, sometimes it is better than the old - get soft and slip out method.

But this guy was all business - if the business were fucking a stranger and going.

And really - isn't what this whole hotel set-up was in the first place?

The answer you're looking for is: "yes".

It was now after midnight. I looked some more - and was ready to stay up all night taking dick, but I  was getting no bites.  I thought it best to get some sleep and wake up early finding the fuckers who like early morning sex.

Load Count: 5

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 2

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

It wasn't long before the next guy contacted me via BBRT.

In theory, BBRT should be the easiest of all hook-up sites. It's a little more straightforward of who is looking for what. Sure, it has the folks I'm never going to be good enough for, but this site would prove the better for this 15 hours.

"Jeff" unlocked his photos. His profile said top. Ironically, I wasn't fucking around:  my reply was: Hotel Name, 204.  His instant reply: "on my way".   That folks, is what I'm talkin' about.

10 minutes later there is a knock on my door. Jeff is there, handsome as hell. The body was just fine, but oy, the face! Jet black hair, slightly longer than a flat top. Intense dark eyes. 5'8" 180, mid 40s.

I answered the door in just a pair of nylon gym shorts. I like having something of which to disrobe.

Jeff entered, grabbed and kissed me. Good kisser, though I wasn't expecting it. His hand on my nylon make BikeGuy Jr start to grow. I could feel he was already stiff in his tightly packed jeans.

I dropped my shorts. His fingers found my balls....and then behind them. "How many loads so far" he queried as his finger slipped into my cumhole. He liked the answer of two.

He surprised me again by bending over and taking my cock into his mouth. It was a good mouth - and I told him so, but reminded him that's not what we were there for. He wasn't offended, he got it.  He then played with my tits. "See? I read for content", he says. I had forgotten it was even in my BBRT profile.

Jeff was a little chatty - but not in a bad way. It wasn't quite dirty talk, but it kind of what. The 'what ifs'.  He was hoping to walk on me already taking it up the ass. I concurred, telling him how much I like to be watched.

I sat on the edge of the bed while he completely disrobed.  He pushes my legs back until I grab them, exposing my cunt. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to do it, so it's hotter that he does - he spits on my hole.  You'd think he'd be lube all the way, and he spits on the hole with great accuracy.   FUCK.

Jeff moved up and pushed his 6" dick into my slicked up ass. He fucked that hole for a few minutes before pulling out and having me / us move back on the bed. Once again, he spit on the hole and worked his way in.  We were close - face to face and I said, "that thing you just did with my ass? do it to my face!".

He got the idea. I mean, I spelled it out for him. It loses something when it has to be so prompted.

All that said, he had a great fucking style. And the face. OMG. It was great staring back it, as he stared at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. His black eyes were so expressive, so intense, especially has he got closer. You could see it.  You could sense it. You could feel it.  And all through the eyes...and his brow.

That in itself was oddly erotic.

And then I did feel it. His cock shooting up my hole.

He wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards. That is so not my style, but, when you have a handsome dude like that whole will spit on your pucker, you do what you can for him. I told him he could stay to watch the next guy.  He expertly fingered my hole, like was a 16 year old girl in the backseat with the quarterback (what? too much?).

We talked goals. My sex goals. I kind of came with the number of 7.  I wanted 7 loads. He said he'd like to come by in the morning and give me another one.

He never did.  But I never truly expected him to.

The following guy, I actually turned away. I left the door open for him, and it was more of a "hey! you're 100lbs heavier than you said and those pictures were not of you" kind of thing. What I actually said was, "I'm not feeling this". He agreed and left on his own.

But another guy was literally waiting in the wings....or the parking lot. He was ready when the other guy showed, but guy 1 (who I sent away) at the last minute said he wasn't into 3-ways.

Guy 4 (5, if you include the guy who went on his way) arrives.  Maybe 25. Cocky. Self assured.  5'11", 195, 7".  Mixed race, but mostly black.

There was brief cocksucking on my part. Then I had my ass at the edge of the bed. He was all about the frottage. His cock slid between my legs. Under my nuts, against my hole. He was a master at the tease. Then he goes and says, "good thing I brought a rubber".   I can only imagine the look on my face - not that he was looking at it.

He got the rubber from his jeans and threw it next to us on the bed. I asked him to keep rubbing his cock because it felt so good. He did. I told him it would feel better with lube on it. He used it. ...and yes, I had ulterior motive.  Is it really deceit when the intentions are pretty much crystal clear?

He rubbed it up and down the crack and right at the opening. With no forewarning - not really - he punched and pushed all 7 inches in. Bare.  He looked right at me as he fucked my ass for two minutes. Then he pulled out and opened the rubber.    FUCK.

He greased up the rubber and we went back to fucking. A LOT of fucking. 45 minutes of fucking - almost continuously. And in every position.  Bent over - head down (check).  Bent over - flat to the mattress (check). On my back (check). Sitting on it (check). Him lifting me up and letting gravity make me plunge onto his pole (check).

Of that 45 minutes, 5 minutes might have been a few breaks. You know that time when you have three loads up your ass, plus lube and you have that moment of 'uh-ho', but yet you can't be sure? I had a few of those.

I needed him to stay still or slow down or take a minute. Most of which he ignored. Even though I knew I had been clean as a whistle, I just had a doubt or two, but those can kill a mood, so I had to power through it.

He loved the sound my ass made when he fucked it. It was wet. It wasn't sloppy - at least yet. There were definitely some suction noises upon withdraw and wet squishy noises upon pushing in.

There was one point that he did pull out. His cock was still rock hard, so I stroked it. And yes, I was being calculating. With each tug, I pulled the condom slightly higher on his shaft. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn't. But we didn't do that long enough for me to get it off.

At this point, he was back in me. He hammered my hole. The poor people in 203 - the adults had some explaining to do to their kids. I saw it as an educational opportunity moment. I'm guessing they didn't think the same.

Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the uncomfortableness of a bunched up baggie, but the guy pulled out, yanked the rubber off and pushed back up my ass raw as hell. I won't say it was rage, but maybe unleashed lust. While I was mostly on my back, he had me bent in half. My diaphragm was crushed. Breathing was difficult, but he just pummeled.  Now 203 was having another difficult conversation.

He kept saying he was close.....but that seemed to go on for a while. I wasn't complaining, but it was a weird sensation of ass feeling great, but the lungs not so much.

He let out a roar as his jizz squirted up my bowels, joining the loads of three other guys.  The warmth in my guts felt great.

There was no easing out with this guy.  Like the rubber ripped off, he was out of my ass and getting this things.

I have to say, for being 25-ish, he had this down. He was no amateur.

Besides his DNA in me, the only thing proving he had been there was the semi-used rubber he left behind.

It wasn't quite 11p yet, so I still had time for more, I thought. But you'll read about that next time, no? 

Load Count:  4

Sunday, March 11, 2018

15 Hours of Whoring - pt 1

I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely.  And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not. 

To set it up:  I was going out of town for a lunch, but left the afternoon before so I could stay overnight in a questionable motel location. A few craigslist ads, and backed with some on-line apps and the sometimes handy BBRT, I was pretty much ready to go. 

I got to the hotel just after 3:30p. I booted up the laptop, crafted a quick CL ad and then started the prep process of cleaning out. Just because of my schedule, I had a very light breakfast and zero lunch. Prep would be a breeze - and it was.

The CL ad brought lots of attention. Immediately a decent African-American wanted to come over RIGHT NOW.  Ok dude.  Room 204  "On My Way" was his response.  Long story short - I'm still waiting for him to show up.

Others wanted later that night, which was fine. I was prepared for possibly not sleeping at all if guys were willing to stop by and unload. I was afraid on some of the CL responses, there was already too much back and forth. Too much negotiating, but it comes with the territory.

One guy though, was so turned on, he opted not to come later, but now. I said "sure", and if I'm being totally honest, I got mixed up on who was who in the responses to who said they were coming. For some reason I still have Yahoo set up as my email for CL - and their mail system sucks!  Just horrible.

So, soon there is knock on the door.  Hmmmm.

Immediately, I knew where this guy worked and his name - as both were stitched onto his shirt. This guys seemingly had a hard life....or hadn't slept in seven years. Or did copious amounts of drugs. Or all of the above. He was not my ideal, but he was right in front of me.  Literally.

Either he was inexperienced or shy. He did nothing. Made no move - sexually or in terms of walking. He stood there. Lifeless. I had to reach for his belt. I had to do everything. When I walked closer to the bed, I had to tell him to come over. It's like there wasn't an intuitive thought in his head.

His 7" wasn't.

Fully hard it was almost six. I sucked him to get him hard. I lubed him up (because he wasn't going to) and I bent over.  He got in with not much trouble. And it was over in less than four minutes. He jolted and sighed. I had taken my first load.

Again, he just stood there. Pants off. Making no moves to go. I finally started gathering my clothes saying I needed to find dinner. He didn't take the hint. I finally told him he'd have to dress and go.

While this all transpired, I had a few more CL responses, plus my BBRT said I had a few emails.  Bonus!

One guy on BBRT wanted head.  A blowjob - from Bareback Real Time?  DUDE!  Oh and he wanted to get high so I'd have to come to him.  Delete!

Next guy's profile looked promising. It said he was 6' and 200 lbs with 7 inches.

I'd never know.

His ad read he likes anon bottoms who like the mystery of getting bred by a stranger.  I asked if he wanted the lights low (yes), the door cracked open (yes) and me with my ass up and face down away from the door (yes) and for me to never turn around to see him (yes!). 

He said he'd be there in five minutes and I was in place. The heating unit turned on and was quite loud. Enough so that I never did hear the door open and shut. I did hear pants being dropped. I did hear the squirt of the lube bottle, but I think it was his own, as mine was near me and I never felt him reach for it.

There was no talking. There wouldn't be. From either of us.

He lined up and pushed in. If he figured there was already a load in there from 20 minutes ago, he never said a thing - obviously.

There wasn't a groan from him. There was from me. I felt every inch of that cock slip in and the inevitable push up into my bowels. Since it was anonymous (for me), there was no connection to sway one from the task at hand.

His task was to pump butt and unload in it. It was just a bonus that it wasn't to be deterred by inane social conversation for which neither party cared.  And that is what he did.

The fuck went on for a good 20 minutes. Sometimes my head was down in a pillow, others it looked ahead at the headboard or wall. Never once did it even cross my mind to look over my shoulder. He could be anything I wanted him to be - in theory. Though that never crossed my mind to pretend to give him a face or a personality.

As much as he was using me right now, I was using him. Let's face it, I wasn't completely altruistic in my motives here.

He picked up speed. His fucking style got rougher - though I was loving it - and his breathing were the only indicators of near the finish line.  There were to be no grunts, no groans, no verbiage to his impending or real-time orgasm.

He shot up my ass and unceremoniously pulled his cock out of my butt.

I did put my head down. He pulled on his pants, opened the door and was gone. The only evidence he had been there was his fresh DNA up my hole.

Load Counts: 2

Monday, March 05, 2018

Demanding to Begging

“Is that as much as you can get in?” he asked matter-of- factly.

I had most of cock in my mouth by this point, but not all of it. It was not that I was incapable of taking it all, but I was working my way down…..deliberately. He must have known that with the amount of time I spent on the head and right below it. But he was chiding me. Testing me. Borderline degrading me.

I spent another 20 seconds where I was, on purpose, and then sunk my lips and nose right to his pubes.

”Oh fuck yeah – that is what I’m talking about”.

The entire scene started out as a Scruff message to me that was totally on-point: “Want Some Cum?” My reply? “I assume the question was rhetorical”. “Cum suck it out” came his response. The location was given and I was there in less than 15 minutes.

”Get on your knees”. I complied.

He was wearing a t-shirt painters pants – splattered at that – and a wedding ring. Of course, I knew he was married. He said as much. Clearly the place wasn’t his. Maybe nobodies at this point. It looked in the process of remodel / renovation / repainting. I’m making assumptions he was doing the work, but doubtful he was a painter by trade. Probably a landlord too cheap to contract it out. I wasn’t there to speculate or judge. Just to suck.

I chewed on the mount in his pants, through his pants. They were already semi-tented and before I was ready to free the beast, it was engorged with blood. I unbuttoned the pants and started to pull down the tab of the zipper. Halfway there, I was pleasantly surprised to find he was going commando. I slowed the motion, as I liked to watch the exposure of pubes, then base, then the hardened inches, until gravity takes over and the penis pops out its confines. All of that is horribly erotic to me.

That is when I kissed its head. That is when I licked its head. Then the head went in my mouth, my tongue dancing around the coronal. The tongue running along the bottom of the head. I took maybe another inch or so – slowly, as I savored the cock and how it felt in my mouth.

There is a science to all of this, I might add. Every guy is different. You have to feel / know how that cock feels in your mouth before you can just go at it – at least effectively. Yes, there are the blow-and- go guys. They have no nuance. They suck dick. They don’t give blowjob. They don’t worship. They are load gatherers. There is a place and time for that, I admit, but this is about service.

Yet it was at this time when I got the “Is that as much as you can get in” comment. Some men don’t understand the art of subtlety. So I took that 20 seconds then took him to the root, with an “I’ll show him….” attitude in my head. And show him I did.

I picked up the pace, but lost none of the skill. I am programmed after the thousands of blowjobs I’ve given, to pick up on every reaction. I quickly figure out what and how much my mouth can accommodate on each man. I hone in on their responses or lack of them, and adjust my method as needed. He was no different.

I liked he was verbal. Nothing degrading. Or at least, not degrading enough. He didn’t really call me a cocksucker, but asked if I liked being his cocksucker. I nodded that I did. I got the “my cock fits your mouth perfectly”. It did, but again, with my skills, I made it fit perfectly. “You like that cock, don’t you?” I pulled off long enough to say, “no”. And with the appropriate lengthy pause finished with, “I LOVE it”. Feed the ego!

There were the appropriate moans and groans, of course. I know some guys are silent at this point, but it is a good indicator that I was doing my job correctly. I expected him to hold my head, but he barely touched it let alone gripped it and guide my actions. Some guys don’t like to touch faggots.

He took a seat in a chair. Leaning far enough back to relax, but close enough to the edge to provide access to his cock. I stayed on the cock, him getting a good view of each inch disappearing. I have to believe guys love watching someone swallow their cock. I know I do. But I came off the dick, and went down to his nuts which were now easy access. I licked them. He liked it but not a lot of reaction. Not what I was hoping anyways. I also went below and tongued his taint. He did like that. I tried for deeper, but he wasn’t going to give me access to that hole. Damn!

At this point I was going for shaft-length and back, repeatedly. I used my tongue too – both under the shaft and around the entire head, depending on where I was in the up and down motion. It’s all very quick. It’s all very fluid – pun fully intended.

He had the kind of cock that made me salivate. Not because it was so nice – it was average, though a decent head – but just how it fit in my mouth, the displacement of my own spit didn’t necessarily go backwards down my throat, but it covered his dick and some would come out of my mouth, and pool at the base of his dick or trickle down to his balls. If he noticed, he didn’t mind. I noticed, if nothing else that if he came at that moment, my mouth would be so full of spit that the cum would be competing for space. And you know I’m not about to lose semen. I was able to find a way, without breaking stride, to take in enough of my spit to keep that from happening. And I had to do it every so often.

Now he was telling me, but in a whiny way (almost), “keep doing what you’re doing……..don’t stop”. Every so often he’d repeat that. Once he interjected, “yeah……you want that reward”. I did. And a “fuck – no one gives head like you”. I hope that is true, but he didn’t seem one to doll out compliments and he wasn’t in need of talking me into anything at this point with faux flattery.

I could have ignored him. I could have paused and just licked the underside of his dick. I could have gone back to licking his cum-packed nuts, but I didn’t. I kept doing what I was doing.

Mr. Confident from the word go, became Mr. At-My-Mercy. Many do. So now focused on the orgasm, they writhe, they moan, they curse, they lose their ‘top’ power and now need me – I dare say more than I need them, though this can easily be argued.

Now it was a constant stream of “don’t stop…..don’t stop……don’t stop”. He needed this. Badly.

While I’m 99.99% sure he knew I wasn’t going to stop, that 0.01% chance was too real for him to not plead his case. Plead as in beg. Begging to a cocksucker…….which in one way is kind of pathetic. But in other ways, it’s totally hot, though probably not to him if you brought it to his attention.

”You’re gonna swallow my cum?” Now he was asking. He was so confident on Scruff that I would. But I’m sure he’s had his faction of losers who pull off and don’t take the load. I wasn’t that guy. He had to make certain.

His dick got harder. His “don’t stops” became like machine gun fire. His breathing extremely shallow. He did manage to say, “keep bobbing on it, no matter what”. Good note. You’d have to be a moron to not know this was about to explode.

And explode he did. The man packed a load. Volume was heavy. The consistency was medium-thick. And it tasted great.

The continual sucking orgasm was different for me. Normally, I hold still to not only capture everything, but I find so many guys are so sensitive at and after cumming. I hate the risk of being pushed off it – which has happened. In its own way it was hot.

The saliva which I mentioned earlier was still present, but not as much. The cum that had already squirted into my mouth was already there and he was adding more with each pulse. But depending where I was on the shaft, that jizz landed different places inside my mouth or his cock. Sure I tightened my mouth, as I was determined not to lose any.

But his cock was now slick with my spit and his spunk. It was a sheen, assuming I pulled off. It wasn’t gobs of either, but a coating. That had to be taken care of – whether he knew it or not. I swallowed, of course, and then went back to the cock to make sure the shaft was squeaky clean. And then to the balls, to make sure that mixed body fluids were to disappear. And they did.

During this entire time, my cock never came out. I don’t know if I ever touched it. I know he didn’t. He had zero interest in that, which I actually relish. So leaving was easy. I stood up, reclaimed my glasses from a nearby table. By that time he was fastening his pants. I walked to the door and with not even a good-bye, I was gone.

I am almost certain he will reach out to me before I ever do to him. I’ve secured my place in his mind as a serviceable cocksucker.