Monday, December 21, 2020

I'm Back

It's been a while, right? 

I apologize for the absence. I don't think I have to tell many of you that 2020 has just bitten the big one in just about every way.

For a bit there, I was chugging along stories from the past and finally started catching up with any tale I wanted to tell. Covid hid hard - not me personally - but "activities" became scarce, if not non-existent. You already read that a few times I broke quarantine, and might have since, but they are few and far between. 

I have a few other experiences still tucked away to tell, so why not start now, right? 

This is, indeed, a break in Covid protocol. As you read last July, about my friend "Jack" directing me to do things for him. For me, but to please him.  He has dubbed me "office whore".  He had me go back and suck "Dave" from IT two more times.  He told me I'd be popular. 

And while Jack is busy as I have been with work, he liked hearing things from me, even when things are pandemic slow. But not long ago, I got pinged on an "app" from a guy within one of my buildings where I maintain an office. He wanted head. He shoots big and needed attention. He mentioned location. I said could be there in 10 minutes.  "Make it 5!". 

I was there in 5 

This was a one stall, bathroom with a lock. I went in. Texted I was in there. He arrived, Shut and locked the door. Both of us in masks, until I had to take mine off. 

The cock was ok, however unremarkable at 6". I wasn't sure it would get that large when we started, but it filled out. And I went to work. I went to town. He groaned, as much as he could in a space that is semi-private, but the intent was there. He also had a super strong grip on my head. 

If you read for content here, I don't like to use anything but my mouth. Hands are cheating, in my experience. But this guy insisted I use some hand motion. So I did. He loved it. He responded. He ended up fucking flooding my mouth.  I did what I was there for.  I texted him when I got back to my office. With my mask back on, the smell of his load was trapped and came back at me, making me continually inhale the scent of his jizz. He loved it. So did I. 

The guy texted back: 

Jaek wasn't wrong. I even texted him. 

Flash forward a week later and I get a text asking if I could be free at 5pm.  I could be, I told him. Deep down, I like to be gone from the office at 5p, but I know this is a calling. My life. His buddy would be joining him.  

I felt the anticipation as I heard the elevator ding as they arrived. Being the only one left on the floor, my door was open, so they knew where to go. They both came in, and shut the door. It automatically locks. 

The buddy was younger, and taller. Maybe 6'5". Bearish, but not quite there yet. It got right down to business. 

I have to guest chairs in front of my desk. Both dropped their pants and sat in them. The first guy just pointed to the floor. In my work pants, I just got on my knees and started on the new guy. The other guy had had me before, so I'm 90% sure I was talked about - including my skills. I thought it best just to start off showing him guy #1 wasn't wrong. 

I was only at it a little bit when I glanced up - cock still in mouth - to see these guys making out hard. This would continue for most of the session. I have nothing to back this up with, but I think the new guy was way into the married (to a woman) first guy. That said, he was coming back hard with the new guy.  

This is automatically erotic for me. Not that they're kissing. But that they're into each other, and I'm somewhat a non-entity. 

Sure, they're using my mouth to feel even get off. To a degree it's like I'm not even there. I cannot explain why this is such a turn-on for me. A non-verbal degradation, and yet I'm stiff as fuck in my pants. 

With a touch on my head or a finger point, I go back and forth between the two. Then it's back to Lookout Point for these two, while they go back to their necking. There isn't even talk about me, my skills. I wouldn't expect that to me, but about me between each other. Nope. Right now, I'm a utility. A service. I'm not a man. 

Knowing from the prior week, I use my hand on the original guy. He responds. His dick is even harder, if possible. He stops kissing enough to stiffen his entire body as he shoots his seed into my mouth. Obviously, I take it. I savor it. I swallow it. I milk whatever else I can from it as well. It's bitter. I don't care either. 

I'm directed back to the new guy. 

He too wants a helping hand. Damn. I feel like I'm failing as a cocksucker. But guys like what they like. 

This dude isn't too far behind either. His load isn't nearly as large, but it is tastier. I milk him too. 

Immediately, they pull up their pants and get themselves together. I get it. It's the end of the day, they want out of work, and they got what they came for. Literally. 

Soon, they are gone with just two loads of mixed jizz on my breath.  I text Jack. And he back. 

Pun was not intended. I don't think. 

Moments later I got a group text chain from the two I had just blown. 

....and then one again from the original guy. 

I shouldn't have needed this validation from either of them. I got the loads. Wasn't THAT the validation? I won't lie - I liked the affirmation. 

Saturday, August 15, 2020


 In his Scruff profile, his "What I'm Looking For" resided the answer: a deep throat. 

53, 5'10" 180 (or so said the profile). Real life might have had him 10lbs heavier, but not a deal breaker. He had a kind but masculine face. Almost too nice when he was talking. But when talking was over - he didn't seem as nice.  .....and I say that in the most positive way.

I'm sure he introduced himself, but I didn't retain it. He had a screen name that had HUNG in it, I did remember that. See? I know when something is important. 

He didn't come for chit chat, nor was that why he was invited. I cupped his clothed crotch in my hand and whatever shifting of his feet that had been happening came to a full stop. All attention was on this: his dick.

As it should be. 

I sunk to my knees in front of him and went to do my traditional gnawing of the crotch. Before I could start, he hoisted me up and led me closer to a wall.  The back of my head was now at the wall and his dick thighs.  Nowhere to go, not that I was planning on it. 

There would be no gnawing. He reached and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles. And he was commando.

His cock was nice. Pushing a real eight inches. But it was the girth that was truly impressive. It won't show in the images, but it was thick. Choking hazard thick. I loved it. 

That said, wrapping my lips around it, at first, was fine. With prolonged periods of time, coupled with either sucking or being face fucked, I won't lie - was a struggle. Mind you, I was not - and am not - complaining. 

During all of this, I remembered his Scruff want: a deep throat.  I wanted to give that to him, though I now knew my impediments. 

All of this was now out of my control. After I had opened and he inserted, he was in control. Remember, I had nowhere to go. 

He started off ok, but the penetration became deeper, faster, and with more intensity. 

I have mentioned here before, there have been times I have faux gagged, just to make a guy feel good about his prowess and / or his size. This was not one of those times. Each and ever time I gagged it was for good reason. The man's battering ram was assaulting my mouth and throat. 

I know for a fact a time here and there he got scraped with my teeth. This did not deter him, slow him down, elicit an 'ouch' or a 'hey, watch the fucking teeth'. He just kept plugging away. 

I kid you not when I tell you I could feel him bruising my tonsils in the process. As time went on, they became exceedingly more and more tender. He needn't know this - not that I could say anything had I wanted. 

The word "cocksucker" passed his lips. Not often. Or not often enough, but the point was made. Of course, the point was made with his mini-firehose in my mouth, pushing into my throat, over and over again. 

I was drooling on his dick. I was drooling on the carpet. It's funny what penile assault will do to your salivary glands. I think a lesser faggot would have asked him to stop, try to push him away, or tried to get the cock out at least for a breather. I'm not that guy. I was there for a reason - his, and now mine. I was hellbent on finishing what I started. 

Turns out after almost 20 minutes, he got what he wanted. What he needed. What I needed. 

The semen flowed and shot, or so it seemed. He buried himself as far as he could. I know guys say they want to cum in your throat, but most do it in the mouth and it slides down into your gullet. This was not that. This was I knew he was cumming but not tasting it. This was, yes, you've got a horrible deviated septum but figure a fucking way to breathe or you're gonna choke. 

I reached up enough to pull my septum to the left opening up airflow. I don't even think he noticed. I don't think he cared. 

I did taste some of his slime as he pulled back out. And let's face it, I nursed it. I got a few drops out. I savored them. But I savored the entire experience. 

Internally, I felt like I did a half-assed job. I had a hard time keeping up. I struggled. I didn't feel like I succeeded, though he got everything he had wanted. 

I felt a little better as we got ourselves together and he went on about how hot that was and what a great cocksucker I was. His evaluation of my work was nice, but my self-eval was much harsher. 

I guess I should keep practicing, huh? 

Wednesday, August 05, 2020

...and Then There Were Two

I had hooked up with a man who had been messaging me for months. The name on the account had '2 Dads' in it. We hadn't gotten together as our schedules did not match. 

However, it was apparent from our messaging back and forth that he was dominant. Of course, I try to leave my profile pic to week out the bottoms - though it is very unsuccessful.  The image is a partial-faced me standing next to a sign that says 'Parking in the Rear'.  A second image is of my ass.  The latter one usually garners the initial response of 'nice ass'. 

....thank you!

So he kept trying. And eventually it happened. Probably in his mid 50s, 5'7"-ish, 160-ish. 6"-ish. He had the dom part down. Right up to his bedroom, right down to my knees. 

While I did blow him, it was about the fucking. 

He sent me a few shots like this after the fact. Honestly, I respect a man who secretly tapes me taking it up the ass. 

He did a good job pounding my butt, and of course, seeding it. I went to work with a gut full of man cum. 

On the way to go, he's telling me of his buddy - the other 'dad'.  He says I sucked him before. He said I said the other guy had a small dick. Maybe I did. I had no idea who he was talking about. But going down the stairs there were framed pictures on the wall of the guy who boned me and another guy - still didn't look familiar. 

Apparently the other guy is truly married, and to a woman.  Both responded to the app profile, so I was never sure to whom I was chatting. Guy 1 showed 2 the images and video he had taken and shared the experience of fucking me in tale form. I'm peaceful with that. 

Fast forward like 5 months later and I was asked back. Well several times I was asked, it was the first time we could arrange anything.  While running on time, I was told to 'hurry'. When I got there, guy #2 was in the house as well. I remembered him from the picture, but not anything in person. They were well on their way to nakedness, so I dropped my work clothes on the floor, and my knees soon joined them. 

For a bit I swapped back and forth between the two average cocks, usually at the direction of one or the other. Guy 2 gave direction, obviously, but was not overtly dominant. The scene and my mouth got him overly excited and he announced far too soon that he was going to cum. I caught it all. He liked that. He liked that I showed him the load before swallowing. 

I didn't want to direct the scene, but it looked like Guy 1 wanted me to polish him off.  I wanted fucked. So I led the conversation that way. I was on the bed in no time. Guy 2 took my phone for video. Here is a brief peek.

I'll give him this. He was a good director. He knew the angles and the shots he wanted.  Clearly he knew where to place secret cameras for the visuals he wanted. 

I got another nice hard pounding on all fours, then on my back. Alas, cumming in my ass was not to be. I was directed to my knees where I opened my mouth like a bird waiting to be fed. And fed I was. Big gobs of cum in my mouth, one landing on the side and dripping in my beard headed to my chin, but clinging tough. 

We got cleaned up and I opted to stay as is. Lube on my hole and all, which was just spit anyways. 

With the first guy in the bathroom, Guy 2 told me that I had something on my chin. I told him I knew and was keeping it there. He sneered. 

We all headed down and Guy 1 mentioned the cum on my face. Guy 2 answered for me. Both loved it. Then Guy 2 piped up again:  "we have a friend who would be interested in you".  My response is: "set it up. Whomever is here, I take care of. No questions asked."   

They both loved that answer - and now I wait. 

Monday, August 03, 2020


A rare non-sex post:  I know, right ???

So, I will be honest, I've been catching up on all my outstanding entries and getting decent hits, but wasn't feeling "the love".  From all of you, that is. 

It was odd. I had / have a good following (I mean, I think) but my comments just kind of dropped of. It was weird, not by a little, but 100% just stopped. 

Until this morning. 

BikeGuy13 might have it in the cocksucking, ass eating and buttfucking departments, but apparently, Blogger and attention to detail is still a mystery to me. 

I do not remember changing any settings, but lo and behold, this morning I found 218 comments that needed approval for posting. For some reason there is now a step in which I have to approve what people comment. And I get no notification of this. 

Now, there were 218, but mind you about 50 were ads about asian girls peeing on things. I deleted those and pushed the others through. 

While this is clearly on me, I won't say I didn't have my doubts of whether I should even continue this blog. But you've read my blog, I'm all about the need for validation, which is why I do what I do. That is, have sex, not write about - though let's face it, that's tied in too. 

So this morning before dawn, I read each comment and then had to go back and look to see on which post you were even commenting. Some go back two years!

I am so so sorry for not catching this earlier, or doubting all of you. 

Now onto finishing my next post. Check back in a day or two. 

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Eat and Drink

“Dave” works two floors above me. Before I relocated to this building, he managed an IT project of which I initiated. He wasn’t responsive in that regard and did marginal work at best. As with a lot of IT projects, all the coordination is done over phone, email or webex. We’d never met. Save for a shitty picture in his email bio, I had never seen him. To be fair, everyone’s pic in Outlook looks shitty. This was not a reflection on his looks. 

Flash forward a year or so and I’m in a new role at a new building. One that houses IT. I’m there a few weeks and get pinged on a ‘dating’ app from a guy who has a chest pic, but no face one. He’s less than 400 feet from me. As there is nothing around this building, it can only mean it is coming from inside the building. Unlike my last place that had over 10,000 folks in that building, this has less than 1,000. It’s not as easy to disappear. 

The app guy thinks he recognizes me and after a little back and forth, as you’ve already suspected…’s Dave. We actually meet to say ‘hi’, but he’s not my type. Still I don’t say that. He asks if I’d like to go out sometime. I mean, you’ve read me, I’m not the ‘date’ kind of guy. I politely decline and say I am kind of seeing someone. That is that. For a while. Now and then, I get a ping, never an email, to say ‘hi’ and he tries to gauge my interest….and no longer for dinner and dancing. I continue to deflect and defer. 

Not quite concurrently, but on an adjacent timeline, a long time friend and my relationship has taken quite a turn. “Jack” quite honestly, knows everything about me. We’ve known each other forever, and have had very candid conversations over the decades. Like I said, he knows everything about me. He knows about this blog. He knows about the stuff that doesn’t make it into this blog. He sees pictures and videos that you don’t. He reads this blog. He’s reading this too……I suspect. 

Somewhere 2-3 years or so ago, Jack, while physically distanced by 1,500 miles or so, made a comment via text about one of my blog entries. We chatted about it. He made suggestions of how I should serve men better. He inferred his own likes of how I should serve. He dropped the word, ‘boy’ in there once or twice. It was a change in our style. Not quite a subtle one, which he may already have known. He was testing me a bit – and we both knew it. 

...and I bit. 

The good and bad thing of having someone know so much about you is, they know the buttons. They know your weak spots. They know your desires. Jack had all of that in his back pocket. And he was starting to use it. 

Our random text conversations about our lives, work and families would eventually come around to “BikeGuy”. In each string, he’d wedge in things about my subservience and how I need to maximize that potential – most of them with explicit suggestions. Until this time, I don’t know I’d have ever taken Jack as a top, let alone a dom, but we all change over the years. Or we all get seen eventually for who we are. 

At one point, Jack asked if I had a pic of me in a collar. I said I’ve never had one on, he replied, “You would look great” (duh!). Then when I was telling him in detail about an affair I was (and am) having, he told me in no uncertainty that the guy should lock me down in chastity. 

Chastity to me is more slave than sub thing, but I get it. I rarely use my dick anyways. But like Hispanic kids anywhere in the U.S., I am not fond of being put in a cage. Even part of me. But more than once, Jack mentioned, HE would like to put me in a device. 

Often, more than I think I care to admit, he would have me rock hard. It is the benefit of knowing my triggers. 

So, as it happens, this last week Jack and I were conversing. We didn’t even start friendly, but more in a dom / sub manner. It went on and off for a good part of the day. Between on-going conversation and the Covid horniness my dick was rock hard. I was horned beyond belief. So the ping I got on the app now was fortuitous. 

In theory, and left to my own devices, I would not have followed through on this. I’m not sure I’d have even replied at all. But going with the moment and the on-going conversation, I took a screen shot and SMS’d it to Jack. 

Dave was invited down. He locked my door, my blinds already drawn. Whereas I’d normally fawn all over the feeder, this was not the case. I didn’t get on my knees. I didn’t gnaw at his crotch or bat his hands away from him own belt. I kind of chuckled to myself when he took off his work ID. 

I didn’t look up. I waited for him to undo his pants and take out his dick. It was exactly how I imagined. Slightly beefy but short. Short is kind of fine, but fucking trim your pubes. Most of them were longer than his cock. My first swipe of my mouth, I had no less than eight rogue hairs that ended up in said mouth. I’m not a fan of that. 

Still, I persevered, as I had marching orders. 

For him, it was a great blow job. For me, it was fair, at best. 

I’ve said it before, I love cum, but not necessarily a load collector. I love the art of extraction as much, if not more than the actual jizz. I like the process, the aural component, the body quaking, the trying to hold off even when they’re at the point of no return. This was not that. I was there for the load and to report back. Simple as that. 

I swiped up and down on his cock. I tried to avoid as much hair as possible. There was no verbal back and forth, nor did I want any. I didn’t even go to my knees. I sat in my desk chair for the entire process. I’d like to think, in Jack’s mind, there was a certain humiliation / dom satisfaction in making me do something I love and reducing it to a task. That kind of aroused me. 

Dave came. No noise, but given where we were, it is the way it should have been. I swallowed. It was a hefty sized load. It never occurred to me show it to him, like I do so many men before I ingest. 

I’ve honestly had men totally naked dress faster than it took Dave to pull up his pants and put his ID back around his neck. But he left with a smile, satisfied and knowingly on how I perform –and that I do perform. 

Jack was happy - for the moment - in my performance. In my responsiveness. In my submission. 

A day later, I got a message to that I was a good boy. And I should find private time to go and drink your own. I assumed he meant my load. He did not. 

Of course, he's read, and knows, my goal of learning how to drink a man's piss. You've read about that in this very blog yourself. 

I'm paraphrasing, but, "go down stairs, piss in a glass.............and drink it. 

I did as I was told. 

I videoed it and sent to him.  He was pleased. 

In a way, so was I.  

Though, it was semi-strong and had I not taken a break in chugging, I would have tolerated it better. On the video, I made a face. An involuntary reaction?  Maybe, but it was a start. 

He flexed his proverbial muscle and won.  He said we would have our old kind of discussions and relationship, but I'm not 100% of this. I'm not sure how we could. But time will tell. 

 For the record, this is the first time in 800+ posts that I have asked permission to write a story.

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Doubletree Visitor

FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19. 

I was picking up my morning tea and heading into the office. In a building, when full, that holds 1500 folks, I'm probably always one of the first 50 folks to arrive. I've always been an early bird.

But before I leave with my beverage, my phone buzzes from A4A.  Less than 2 miles away, in a hotel, a married black man wants to get off - and looking for NOW.  No one keeps my hours, so no one knows or cares what time I arrive, as long as I don't miss a meeting.

"Now" to me is clearly different than others. To this guy, it meant, getting up, getting some coffee and showering.  UGH!  I told him to send me his room number and I'd be arriving in 15 minutes. I get the wanting to shower, but it's sex, it's not needed. If anything you're gonna need one after we are done, no? 

But as I pulled into the lot, he provided his room number. OMW, I texted. 

The original text was for a blowjob.  That seems morning like. But I'm a prepared faggot, so I hit the hotel lobby restroom and used a Fleets I keep in my my know, just in case. This might be one of those cases. 

I knocked. He peered through the peephole and opened the door, just wrapped in a towel. 

He wasn't as fit as his profile said, but nothing bad. He was 6', maybe 190, but the excess was in the belly. 

In a moment he dropped the towel and hung nicely.  It would get to a full eight inches, some with the anticipation of my mouth and some from the actual lips around cock action.  I did go to my knees right there.  I took him down my throat, which is something he appreciated and responded to - both verbally and with a hardening dick. 

He wouldn't really fuck my face, so I kind of mouth fucked his cock, doing some aggressive bobbing on my own. But that would only last a while. He tapped me on the head and told me to stand up. So I did. 

He moved me a few feet over near the bed, turned me around to face it and bent me over.  It wasn't "just" a blowjob after all and my prep in the lobby would not go to waste.  With my spit, and some of his, he lined up and just pushed slightly, but insistently, until my ass opened up for him. And it did. 

It had been a while since I took a cock up my ass, but it blossomed nicely, easily taking his full eight inches. He wasn't harsh about the insertion, but consistent. After the initial insert, he gave me a few seconds - literally - before starting the journey that would end up with his balls at my cheek.

And then he went for a ride. I went along for it. 

While I could see his wedding ring on the hand that was gripped onto my left shoulder, I knew he'd be a good fuck. I always find married guys adept to fucking butt. He was no exception. 

And he was a good fuck. 

He pumped my ass for a bit in that position and then got me on the bed. 

He propped himself up on one elbow and before I got into position, I went back down on him. Maybe I'm imagining it, but I think he loved I went ass-to-mouth. He said something about me being nasty - and of course I am. It's like 7:15 in the morning and I'm in some stranger's room taking his cock on my mouth and ass...........and then back again. 

Soon, I was on my side as well with him behind me. His cock was teasing the outside of my hole.  "You like that?  You want that?"  I answered in the affirmative.  He pushed it in fully. I felt every inch of it. My ass was on a good way.  He held it there for a few.  "Tell me you want this black cock". 

So I told him. I told him I wanted him to fuck me hard.  So he did. 

He railed my ass for about another 10 minutes. No big build up to his orgasm. No shouts, no extremely heavy breathing, no proclamations.  He just started grunting and I could feel the shaft pulsing. I knew what he was doing. 

When he slipped out, I went back down him, much to his pleasure. 

As I was getting ready to start my day a second tie, now with sperm up my butt, he said, he was glad I allowed him to cum up my ass.  

I told him, well, you didn't say you were going to cum.  He smirked and said, "no, I didn't". 

And then I left. 

Saturday, June 13, 2020

He Was Italian......or Some Kind of Spanish

FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19. 

I had two very hot sessions with him years ago (here and here). Now it turns, he’s back in town for a meeting.

I know for a fact he’s Italian but he is billing himself online as Spanish. Before he was a determined man. As you can go back and read, was into the head I gave and the fuck he did. All good. Not everyone’s tea, but it is and was mine.

He was back. Same hotel. And wanting to get with me. Ditto – and right back at ya, dude. Or Sir.

I arrived at his agreed upon time. He opened the door but was right down to business. I placed my keys and walled on his desk and then took my clothes off per his instructions. He was mostly undressed, but the most important part was exposed. It was his fucking fat Italian cock.

I’m making assumptions here, but either he got way more aggressive in his general behavior (and that’s saying something), or he figured he had been with me before and I would know what to expect and that he could push those limits like he had done last time. I’m all for having boundaries stretched, as you’ve seen over the course of this blog.

We started out well. He kicked back on the bed and I went about licking his nuts gently. Gliding my tongue across his sac, wanting to make him shiver the way I do when and if someone does it just right. I can’t say I got that response, but maybe he processed it internally. Or maybe it’s not a trigger point the way it is for me.

I worked my way up his shaft – methodically – and he seemed to appreciate that. He muttered in Italian not quite under his breath. I could feel the change in his respirations as well. He was controlled, but he was working at keeping it that way. Until he wasn’t.

There is nothing quite like being called “cocksucker” or “faggot” by a guy with a foreign accent. It is just slightly dirtier than your primary language. You know they have to work at the translation, process it, just to make sure they call you what they want. I was hard, but that hardness dug into his sheets and mattress. I knew I wasn’t to touch it, not that he mentioned it, but I know this guy – or ones like him – and I know my place in these instances.

He was ok with me taking a little video. Until he wasn’t.

”Put that camera away!”, as she slapped it out of my hands. I did. I went back to work.

He became gruffer. The hand at the back of my head became tighter. The length of time he held me down was longer. The amount I gagged increased. This all did nothing but turn him on more. The control. The degradation.

It became clearer to me, as we went on, this was no role play. This was no acting out a fantasy. This was more than likely the real him. It starting getting more intense, and potentially more dangerous. Not enough for me to call a time out, as there were no safe words. Truth be told, I didn’t want to feel like I wuss’d out either. And thought, I can ride this out………… bad can it be.

In reality, I’m not sure it truly got more intense, but I think my sensors were on high alert and I couldn’t enjoy some of what was going on. I know folks who read this have commented to me – mostly off-line – about how they don’t care for rough sex. I just happen to – to a degree. Everything is ‘to a degree’. Usually, most guys (read: tops) just play the part and aren’t really THE part. But if you’re gonna play with these guys, I felt I had to deal with the real ones when they represented.

Soon my head was hanging over the bed, he standing before me, feeding me his thick cock. Deep. Hard. Unrelenting. Me: spit over his dick, running out my mouth, gagging. “You fucking filthy whore!” he literally screamed. You’d think this is something he’d do in tandem with his orgasm, but it was not. He just went on a filthy degrading tirade while he plugged my mouth and throat.

There was no pulling off of his pole. I was between his thighs (and thrust) and the bed. I was at his mercy – literally, and he was showing little of it. That said, I rode it out. Well…………he did. The degrading expletives just flowed from his mouth with his accent, making them sound just slightly dirtier.

Then came the flood. His cock erupted. Into my mouth. Not that I wasn’t planning on swallowing, but the position, the angle, the ferocity made it challenging. He probably showed signs of impending orgasm, but I was not paying attention to that as much as I was trying to be able to breathe…..not properly, just at all.

I took the load. Granted, some oozed out the side of my mouth and into my beard, mixing with my spit. He didn’t let up on the pressure of his cock in my mouth until he was satisfied there was no semen left inside his balls. He pulled out with no ceremony and no remorse. I kind of stayed there for 30 seconds – felt like 30 minutes – just a little dazed and recovering from the experience. He was already stripping to take a shower to get to an event.

I got myself together and left. Only when I hit the valet did I realize my wallet and keys were in his room. I called up to his room first, no answer, but chance are he was still in the shower. I went back up and knocked. He was not pleased to see me, even asking if I left them there on purpose. I assured him I did not and grabbed and left.

I’m guessing on his next trip he will not be hitting me up. But I’ve been wrong before.

Wednesday, June 03, 2020

Back in Black

FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19. 

We’ve been trying to get hook up with this black dude for almost two years. Seriously.

Our schedules don’t mesh, and he has a short memory retention on that. I work. I’m assuming he does, but not necessarily my hours and when he does – it’s far across town. And he can’t host. So there are limitations to say the least.

But recently, he hit me up early, as I was on my way out the door to work – which is early. Like 6:20a. Clearly, I couldn’t, but told him I might be free at lunch and could host. He was off, so it was on. Finally.

Dude is very much into race play. I’ve said it before, I can participate, but initially I cringe – at least internally. But we made it clear, if / when it happened, things would be the ‘n’ word, not people. His cock, his balls, his seed. The man? No.

He was good with that and after we were done with sex, that we didn’t need to revisit the word in regular chat. Though he said he was free to call me a ‘white faggot’ anytime he wanted. I clearly agreed to that.

He wanted to make sure we weren’t going to rush, as he told me once I see his cock, I’m gonna want to take my time. And he wasn’t wrong.

The guy was on time, even ahead of. I gave him my street, but not the address. I didn’t need a stranger at my house when he knew I wasn’t there. I’m an idiot, but not a total one. As requested, I was naked with the door unlocked when he arrived.

His profile said 28, 5’9” 185. Doubtful he was that heavy. The rest seemed accurate. I can attest to a little over 8”, though he claimed to never measured. Though he said could do that with my throat. And I did.

With him standing there, I went to my knees. I felt his semi through his denim. I leaned in and gnawed on it too. He didn’t stop me. I think he liked the attention I was giving it, even before seeing it. I unzipped him, but he took care of the belt and button. With nothing underneath, his now more than semi hung there like an open invitation. So I RSVP’d. With my mouth.

I licked the head, the underside of his shaft, then the sides and top. I made the dark flesh stand out with a great sheen that made that cock really look great. That also made it fill out completely. And that additional spit made it nice and easy when I wrapped my lips around it and sunk my mouth to the base. The slickness made travels that much more of a slippery journey. Instinctively, a hand went to the back of my head.

I wasn’t going anywhere, and we both knew it. Still: instinct.

Feeders do it all the time. It’s a control mechanism even when there isn’t really anything to control. He knew I was a cocksucker. He knew that what we were both there for. I totally get that guys on line are flakes and he had no way of knowing if I wasn’t just a bunch of talk. I wasn’t. I’m not.

I couldn’t be a ‘bunch of talk’………..because my mouth was full. Of black cock. I have manners, I don’t talk with my mouth full.

We traded off me sucking his cock and him fucking my face. It worked out well. But like so many, he wanted to sit for his head. I guess I get that, but there is a nonverbal dominance thing with kneeling in front of a standing man. Still, I was between his spread lets on that sofa (well………futon). I bobbed on that cock, making him feel good. Sating my appetite too. I won’t pretend this was all for him, though in his eyes, I made sure he felt that. That’s part of my job too – to make it all about ‘him’. But in reality, I have a need too.

In reality, the race play barely happened, and I think we were both happy about that. I mean, it did come into play here and there, but the ‘n’ word wasn’t really used. In a break from sucking, both of us sitting admiring his own cock, he leaned over and told me – and made me tell him – his cock was superior……because it was black. He made me tell him I was inferior because I was white. That got him fucking stiffer than he’d been, which is saying something.

I don't lie - it turned me on too.

He was so aroused by that, he pushed me back down on his dick. He pumped my head, hand firmly behind it. With him sitting down, my head in his lap, he just used my mouth, the way a superior cock would. I took it. And as he shot, I swallowed. And he told me to take his “black babies”. So I did.

I mean, we all knew I was going to, but…………ya know, it makes for a good story. He shot a fuck of a lot of cum for someone who said he got off the day before. Not that I’m complaining. And while eventually I’d swallow, I held as much as I could in my mouth. As I’ve done with so many others, I took his hand and guided him to wrap it around my throat. As I started to swallow, he could feel it and he got the idea of why I did it. Almost involuntarily, his grip tightened ever so slightly. But the look on his face, the one of new knowledge, the one of a certain power or superiority as I let his seed slide down to my stomach was not lost on him, or me.

He loved it. I did too.

Sorry it took that long to get together and I’m assuming it won’t be long before he’s back.

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Cigarman Chris - another tale

FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19. 

Chris (whom you've read last about here - as well as in several other entries) had been on the road, and when he wasn’t, our schedules never matched up. He was down for another play session, but wanted to play outside. That meant my place. As you know by now, part of the yard is not visible to most – at least when it’s not late fall or winter.

I had texted the Nerd about an hour prior to that it was a ‘go'. I wash hoping he could take off for lunch, he’d know the exact spot where he could find us, as he had fucked me made a deposit about 18 hours before. I also told Chris upon his arrival. He was intrigued. I didn’t want anyone totally surprised or displeased. And I know it’s supposed to be about Chris for this go-round, but I’ll admit to being selfish and that I wanted it to be about me. I would and could pretend otherwise to the tops, but I’d know the truth.

Chris did arrive. And he wanted me naked. So I was. He came around the corner, the cigar already lit triple maduro. I don’t know much about cigars, but I know it’s darker and has a heavier odor. Even a novice can figure that out just with his nose and eyes. We had discussed whether to light up in front of me, which can be hot, or already lit, which also has its benefits in hotness. He made the choice.

He ran his hand over my body. Assessing me. His shoes came off, as did his pants. Then his shirt. His hat and sunglasses stayed on. I love his tinted sunglasses. I can never see his eyes. It makes him hard to read – what he’s thinking or feeling. It keeps me on edge. It’s a turn-on for me.

”Suck me”, says he. So I do. On my knees in the grass, looking up at him, his head tilted back a little, enjoying the mouth and his cigar. He’s kind of in his own world, at least momentarily. We’ve discussed before how few people he can come to for this kind of thing. The guys who say they’re into cigars fade away for him when he actually lights up. When / If you add piss to the mix, it usually becomes a hard pass.

While setting this up, I thought it might not happen. He was meeting a guy for drinks who seemed ok with everything he was into. Totally selfish here: if he meets someone like that, my chances with him wither away or completely go away. I asked if he thought he’d do what I do for him – because, I’m all about needing the validation, remember – and he comes back easily, “no one is piggier than you.” Ok, it’s not the validation every man might seek, but it worked for me.

Chris pushes me away with the palm of his hand. I know to stay still. Then it starts. I’d say a ‘gold stream’, but like usual, it is clear as tap water. But it was warm and it was plenty. He aimed for my chest and then directed the stream upwards. My neck. My lips. My extended tongue. My face. My head. I leaned into it. It ran off my head down my shoulders and back. He was marking me with his piss. Again.

While it was not my intention, this session ended up being way more about piss than sucking cock. Sure, there was that. Sure, there was cigar play – though this time he did NOT burn me, so………..yay! There was less verbal, which was a shame.

I did love, he kept looking around, seeing if the Nerd was going to come around the corner. He was actually looking forward to that, as was I. It never did happen, but we both liked the anticipation.

Last time there were three rounds of piss play. It doubled this time. He had no shortage of piss. Honestly, I have no idea how much he drank or his capacity to hold it. I’m not built that way. But I was braver than before. The talk the evening before with the Nerd kind of emboldened me. There were any number of times Chris was pissing and I just leaned up and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

I drank from the tap – the most willing time I had done so. There was no flavor, and there was no gagging. There never seemed to be tons of it. He’d explain this later – whenever he put it in my mouth (or I did, actually), he stopped pissing. It was involuntary. He couldn’t explain it. But if out of my mouth the flow started again.

”Lie on your back!”, he semi-barked. I did. On the grass. In the dirt. Looking up at him as he pissed on me. “Faggot” came out of his mouth. It would be the only degradation I’d get that day. But it was heartfelt and hard to argue. I’m laying back while a man with a cigar in his mouth stands over me and pisses all over my body.

The cigar was getting lower. The ring had been taken off. I knew he’d have to wrap things up soon. I got on my knees and sucked. He pulled out and jacked……….this time in my mouth. Taking his load in, he looked down at me and spit on my face. In my eye. On my nose. It was viscous. It was tobacco. It reeked of a strong cigar. It made me hard.

I assumed we were done. I was wrong.

“Jack off on me”. He knelt. I was hard, so I did. I wasn’t about to deny this man. It was a good sized load. But he stood up and scooped it off his hairy body and fed me. Fingers full of my own cum, into my own mouth. I hate it greedily.

Now I assumed we were done, but he had one more gob of spit for my face while I stood in front of him. 

NOW we were done. least until next time.

Thursday, May 14, 2020

Tipsy Nerd

FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19. 

I don’t write about all the times I blow the Nerd. There isn’t enough bandwidth on the internet for that.

Fuck I love his cock. Honestly, one of the best I’ve had. Not the biggest (though it’s big) and not the fattest (though it’s plump). I tell him constantly how I love servicing it and he likes that I do. I don’t think he truly believe the love I have for that cock. And he’s not bad either. Cute. Demure. But showing a darker side very slowly.

With each visit, his seemingly reserved persona is peeled away. Slowly for sure, but that’s more on me than him probably. In my mind, I feel I’m more sexually advanced than he, but I’m not really sure that’s true. So I tread carefully. So does he. More so, in fact. We eke out bits of things that turn us on. Like a third person. Or being watched. Or public sex. Nothing horribly shocking to my readers, but to a person you don’t really know………it could go either way.

Nerd knows about two of the guys with which I play. He knows that recently those have involved piss play. He’s not turned off. He plays it cool. But he seems intrigued a bit.

After I told him about "Chris", the cigar guy, and his piss, I also mentioned that cigar guy would love to have a third, preferably who also was into cigars. All I could guarantee the Cigar Guy is that I could get a guy to fuck me while I blow him, as he smokes his cigar.

A day before my last tryst with the Cigar Guy, I hit up the Nerd, as I was mega horny. I knew I wouldn’t be getting off with the Nerd, as I was saving it all up for Cigar Guy. But Nerd was interested in coming over. When I got a hold of him, he was downtown at a work happy hour. I encouraged him to stop by my place before he had to go home. He was willing.

It turns out, Nerd was tipsy. Bourbon was his drink of choice it seems. We opted to play outside. Part of my yard is greened in for a good part of the year, so there is no one to see a thing – not that it would be a deterrent if they did.

As is our usual, our foreplay is to stand and talk a bit while I rub his crotch. He’ll reach up and play with my nipples. This is where we peel back those layers. We talk about things he’d like, or I try to get him to verbalize his desires. I told him if he were free the next day, Cigar Guy would be over. We would be playing at the exact same place as today. He asked if there would be piss. I told him there would be, but only on me. Or in me. He told me about pissing in a guy’s mouth and his ass. He liked it. I told him it would be hot if Cigar Guy and I were already playing when he walked around the corner and how he could just take it out and piss on me. Then of course, talked about him watching me suck while he fucked me. We discussed that fucking a bit.

We were both fully hard by this time.

I hinted that he had a lot to drink. He said yes. I said I would help him with that. He wouldn’t make eye contact, but rarely does. I don’t know if it’s a spectrum issue or not, nor would it surprise me if it were. I got down on my knees and put his cock head on my extended tongue. And didn’t move. He tried to push it in my mouth and I stopped him. Mind you, I never said what I wanted. I thought it was implied. I thought maybe words were too much and actions were more appropriate.

What really surprised me is how willing I was to do this. I know I mentioned a bit ago how I’m opening myself up to piss more, but I still hadn’t really been aggressive about it. And I still had and have lots to learn, and I still have hang-ups. I took this initiative to help me continue to get over this hang-up. To his credit, he let it hang there for a while, me pushing his hands away from it, as I didn’t want him to be continually aroused. He did admit he pissed right before leaving the bar and didn’t think he could do it. He may have also been pee-shy and just didn’t want to say so.

So off to sucking it was.

I’m good with that, as I said, he has a perfect dick.

Normally, Nerd is a passive feeder. He stands there and lets me do my work. His hand will no doubt find its way to the back of my head, but often I think it is to stabilize himself as he loses himself in pleasure, as he knows by now, I am going nowhere.

This time, it started off that way. And the hand did go to my head, but it became a tight grip and then he just went and fucked my mouth. Right then, it was his mouth. His to use. He was moaning. So was I. He was muttering too. I didn’t hear the first thing he said, though it might be what he repeated. “Fuck, I wanna fuck your ass, man”.

Me? I said, with a mouthful of cock, “mmmm hmmm”, as an affirmative that maybe he meant sometime in the near future and I would be open to that. I took a half dozen more swipes of cock in mouth and he pulled out, bent over a bit towards me and said, “let me fuck your ass!”.

It was wasn’t really a request. It was but it wasn’t. I don’t know non-drunk Nerd would have been like that, so I was liking bourbon Nerd. I immediately stood up. I told him I wasn’t fully prepped. I wasn’t prepped at all, but I didn’t want him to be completely surprised. He didn’t seem to care, and oddly enough, neither did I.

I immediately bent over and put a hand down to brace for insertion. There was no lube other than spit. There were no poppers, as I don’t need those to give head. But I knew a big cock was about to go into me. Between me coming off his cock and bending over, I’m sure he stroked himself, but that wore off most of the spit-lube that we had going. For the multitude of times I’ve been fucked I know I don’t need poppers, if I remember to breathe properly. The first attempt, I did not do that. There was more than a twinge of pain, but I was not going to squash this.

I stood back up and put a big hawker into my hand – twice – and rubbed it all over his cock. It was slick. It was slimy. Then I assumed the position. He lined up and I told him to let me regulate my breathing. He did – for about 5 seconds – and it was enough to have him pop that beauty dick into me and keep sliding.

I’ve mentioned before about this man – he seemingly cares little about technique and his impulse is to drive drive drive. I don’t think he’s a bad fuck or anything. Quite the opposite (spoiler alert). He goes on his like and know how. I don’t think whomever is under him is put into play so to speak. It’s not that he’s uncaring about how they feel, but his pleasure is at the forefront. ….and if I’m true to my words, that’s all I should care about.

Another reason to like semi-drunk Nerd: he lasts a long time.

Sober Nerd sometimes finishes much quicker than I’d ever prefer. Tipsy guy goes on and on…..and just pounded the fuck out of my hole. I was quick to adjust to his size and his assault. As soon as I got into the rhythm I was WAY into it. I mean I was anyway, but it took it up a level or two. The guy ploughed me for a good 10 minutes. Unrelenting. Rough but not too rough. Full in. Most out, but not completely. Then repeat over and over and over………..

His hands were tight on my hips, pulling me towards him as he was pushing into me. Of course, I didn’t resist it and even probably pushed back into that oncoming ramrod. Nerd can be a little verbal, though I’d love him to be more, so I egged him on, telling him to fuck my ass. Telling him to make me feel it. Encouraging him to load my ass with his sperm. We both like this.

As I said, 10 minutes, which is about 4x longer than his normal fuck. I need to get this guy buzzed before our next fuck. But he pushed deep into me and let loose. I couldn’t feel the load per se, but felt the pulses of each release.

He is good about staying in me as long as possible. And being in the mood I was, I encouraged him to stay still and stay in.

I won’t lie. I thought about him needing to piss after cumming. I’ve only had one piss enema so far in life and it was far. And it was before a fuck. I’ll rephrase: pissed in. released. then fucked. I don’t know how a piss fuck works. It sounds way messy and I’d lose all the cum, so I don’t see the upside.

We hit a new level for Nerd and myself. He didn’t make the next Cigar Guy adventure, but I’m feeling we are closer to the newer things.

Monday, May 04, 2020


First off, thanks for making April my highest viewed month since November 2015. Granted, that might have to do with more consistent content from yours truly, but I only write it, I don't read it. 

I broke quarantine........again. 

Honest, I've been trying to be good. I go out for walks and the grocery store. I haven't seen my sister for 2+ months, or her kids. Neighbors, at best are across the street when we talk......which is when I'm walking the dog. 

But once again, I let BikeGuy Jr. do my thinking for me. Not that Jr. got any action. My mouth did, my penis did not. 

The cock belonged to a married man I've blown on and off for the last three years. I almost never hit him up, he is usually the aggressor (yet never quite aggressive enough.....if you know what I mean). He's at least the instigator. 

"I need your"

Now "David" is wound so tight, it never occurred to me that he would take a chance on ever leaving his house for something like this. Now, mind you, I'm the one who usually goes to him, so he can control the situation. But he had company, but I'm guessing he really had a spouse who couldn't / wouldn't leave the house. We're all stuck at home. 

I was working from home, like everyone else, but could break for a few to slip to my knees. David doesn't fuck. Or at least, David doesn't fuck me. But he does like my oral skills. Loves them, in fact.  Clearly, he was thinking with his hanging brain too. 

I agreed to suck his dick (I know, I'm one of the heroes!), and he was coming over.  "I'll be wearing a mask, is that ok?" he texted. I responded, "it could be kind of hot".  In a weird way, it could be a hot thing. I'm not sure it was. 

He knocked, I answered. I expected to see a homemade mask, like most everyone else does. It wasn't.  He had a real N-95er. I'm not sure how he got one, or why he needed one, but...whatever.  It wasn't a Bane kind of thing, but in another way it kind of was. His oversized sunglasses did nothing to help matters. 

As often as I've sucked him - and it HAS been often - the look was a little disconcerting. I won't lie. 

It was a barrier on any number of levels. He never took off the sunglasses. While on my knees, I'd look up to see Bane looking down upon me. But not Thomas Hardy as Bane cuz that'd would have been hot as fuck. 

David's direction to me behind the mask gave a different edge to the bj. It was probably all my perception, but on many levels, perception is reality. The voice sounds different, I swear you hear breathing differently, and no ability to see behind the lenses. It's like a weird anonymous, yet non anonymous, sex.

All the elements of our normal routine was there: licking his ball, how he gets off on me licking the top of his shaft, all the head work he requires. I love a deep suck, but David like the way I swirl my tongue and lips around his head.  "Keep that up, and I'm gonna feed you lunch", said he.

So, I kept it up. Until he pushed me off, that is. He tells me I'm his best cocksucker, so the inference is that he has others. Or he's trying to keep me on my game. Or both.  But now I had him too close - and like most everyone else, we'd been holed up for weeks.  ....and let's face it, sometime your hand just won't do.

David is average sized, but it works. Something about the shape of his cock makes me collect my own saliva around it, so it's not easy to swallow as I suck. This makes for a wet sloppy blowjob, which he likes. So, as he is approaching orgasm, and my mouth is dripping spit, my spit, there is no stopping to swallow it, or I break the momentum.

That just won't do.

I also know now to stop sucking when he cums.

I will say, normally I like to stay still so I can feel the pulses of cum hitting my mouth, tonsils or throat. But David tells me to keep sucking, to keep bobbing, so I do. And he shoots. And with my constant movement, I end up slicking up his cock with some of his own cum and my spit.

No worries, he sits there after we're done and waits for me to clean it up with my tongue. It's a silent request. He knows I'll do it, because I always have. And I always will.  Even during a pandemic. 

Tuesday, April 28, 2020


FYI - this story is pre-Covid-19. 

He’s married and I’ve been blowing him for about a decade now.

”Mark” is nice, decent looking, but nothing outstanding, except that he is a very upstanding guy. I mean, upstanding as a man married to a woman can be, who lets a fag like me blow him about twice per month. He’s sweet and has a nice 6” cock. And nice lips.

I know this last part because after a decade, he’s started kissing me. Not a lot. But he’s good at it, if not tentative. It seems once he realizes he's doing it, he kind of shies away from continuing.

He’s very mild mannered, but slightly less so now. We are talking about 100 blowjobs later, he should be a little more relaxed with me, no? I never fail to disappoint. I never fail to treat his cock like it’s the only one I’ve ever sucked. I never fail to swallow. To be fair, once I go to my knees, he's fine.

’Cocky’ is too strong of a word for him. But he is more confident than he had been. This time, he was leaning against my kitchen counter. I was tentatively going down on him. I wasn’t being a tease – exactly. He knew, as I had mentioned, that I was awaiting a call from the president of my organization. It would only be a few minute discussion, but rather than get in the thick of it, and having to stop, that we’d wait for the main event.

Mark’s biggest problem is lasting longer than I want. It’s my problem, not his, I guess. But I didn’t want either of us to lose momentum by a longer interruption. He was ok with this.

My phone rang and I took the call. Overall, my big boss can be short and to the point. On other occasions, he does like the longer explanation on things – and to be fair to him, I was asking for additional resources and to realign a large book of business. While the call was scheduled for only being 5 minutes, this is a guy who would make that decision in that timeframe.

As he mentioned why he wouldn’t be going with my suggestions, Mark kind of moved himself up and sat on the countertop. This was not one of the time my boss was giving the short answer, though I already figured the decision. Mark, however, had his pants off and briefs dropped and was hard. That motherfucking tease.

While bossman didn’t drone on and on, I did take the opportunity where I knew a response wasn’t needed from me, to go down on Mark’s cock. He was sitting there at a reasonable height where I barely had to lean over for it. With the phone still to my ear and not muted, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and then enveloped his shaft. And I bobbed up and down on it 5-6 times before coming up. He remained silent, though when I pulled off, he had his lips for in an O as if to convey to me, “ohhhh yeah”. As the call went on longer than expected, I did it two more times.

With the decision made, the called ended. Mark stayed where he was and I went down on him, with a purpose. He then verbalized how fucking hot he thought it was that I was blowing him on a business call and how I thought of his cock and his pleasure was as important as my work call. I don’t want to speak for him, but I’m guessing there was a little ego rush with all of that. His cock was sure stiff as a board in anticipation of my full attention.

And it got it.

I blew the fuck out of him. He was beside himself and I was using all my skills. Probably nothing new to him from what I have done before, I just think senses were heightened on every level. He didn’t last long, but he let go of a nice load into my mouth. His legs were weak when he eased himself off the counter.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face as he left. I, on the other hand, scrubbed down the counter, as it was bare ass on a food prep area situation.

Yes, even I have standards.

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Breaking Quarantine

I don't need the lectures - I know I should have stayed sheltering in place. But I didn't. Well, I did, he came to me.

Like many of us, this (then) four plus weeks of being at home with little to no outlet leaves a man frustrated. I'll give the Grindrs, A4As, Scruffs of the world this: they encouraged people staying at home and not hooking up. However, the guys on those sites weren't really paying heed. Save for one time, I was.

"Rick" was an ex-Marine. He actually told me to call him "Captain". I was actually very good with this.

He had reached out to me a few months ago, as he was passing through town. Our schedules didn't mesh, and then he was gone. But he had returned. The claim was to take care of the children of a Marine buddy who had died. That might have held water with me until he mentioned the "kids" were in their 20s.

A week earlier he tried to tempt me to break quarantine. I resisted. He insisted he didn't have coronavirus, as he was tested at the VA.  I tried to explain, but I hadn't been tested and while no symptoms could be carrying the antibodies, as could he, He insisted he didn't. Had I been smarter / quicker, I would have said, if you were tested, that means you felt ill and had similar symptoms to flu and didn't want to get that either. But I wasn't that quick. As it is, I think it was all a big lie anyway, just to lure me in to play.

Flash forward a week later, and we were back at it. Though this time, he caught me in a mood. Four plus weeks at home and I was HORNY.  I mean, aren't we all during this sheltering in place?

I rarely post a pic of the guy about whom I'm blogging - but if I'm going to get judged for being reckless, you should at least see the specimen.

38, 6'2", 210, 6".  Uncut, at that.

A friend I mentioned this to (and showed) after the fact summed it up quite succinctly:  "I'd go 10 days on a ventilator for that".


Captain showed up right on time. He looked exactly as his pics and stat. He had a great baritone voice, which was great when saying "that's a good cocksucker", which is what I did after he stripped down and swallowed his rod.

I went to my knees immediately. He audibly moaned when his shaft sank to the back of my mouth. I treated that cock it was meant to be worshipped. And it was. I took him balls deep. While uncut, his foreskin didn't quite lend itself to me getting my tongue under.  "Worship that fucking cock" he said clearly, but we both knew I was going to anyways.

Captain grabbed behind my head and held me down on his dick while he pumped my face.  Excellent. "Fuck yeah, suck that fuckin' cock, man".  Music to my ears.

Eventually, he wanted to sit on the sofa, I remained on my knees. With his legs spread, I went back down on his cock. Now both hands were each at the side of my head, his strong grip moved me up and down on his dick like an expert, with him telling me I was a "good pussy cocksucker". This man knew what he was doing.

And he knew what he was doing when he said, "preview's over - time to take this up your ass".

This, good readers, is why I broke quarantine. It wasn't for a blowjob. Well.........when a Marine wants to play with you, you gotta support the troops.

I stayed where I was, on my knees, leaning into the sofa. Captain got behind me, slicked up his occk and pressed into my hole. Onto my hole, to be specific. Naturally, with a little pressure, that opening just dilated and welcomed him in.

As you'd expect from military, it was all business. This wasn't love or dating. This was boning. He had an agenda and was fully executing it. But he was a master of his craft. Simply put: the man knew how to fuck, and I told him so........a number of times during the process.

While you might think it would be military precision - get the job done and out, he was detail oriented but not quick.  We had a good half-hour fuck session before he was ready to unload his weapon of ass destruction,

The man was vocal, but no actual words formed. Moans, groans, borderline scream. All the while unloading 4-5 days worth of seed up my ass.

He claimed he hadn't fucked anyone in over a year, but I found that difficult to believe. If true, then I was honored it was me.

There was little chit chat on his way out. He wanted another go-round before he left town, but he's been definitive in any new meet up.  Probably for the best........while I want "it", the best things is to go back to sheltering in place.

Friday, April 17, 2020

Columbus - the Blowjob

I was finishing up my trip to Columbus. The morning was slightly a bust, but I had plans and couldn’t wait around forever. As usual, all the guys go their nut, but I didn’t get mine. That is always by design. The lack of ejaculation keeps me focused on theirs. I don’t lose my mojo that way.

But I was to meet friends for b’fast and I wanted to drop my load before going. It’s also a hotel thing. I always feel the need to nut at least once in those. It’s not just me, right?

I mean, what I really wanted was another load and a guy to either fuck mine out of me or tell me to stroke off afterwards. Getting sucked off or fucking a guy was like my third choice. The sucking option presented itself to me and the guy seemed cute enough. Manly would have been fine, but this was a younger 20-something Latino kid. He claimed to be partnered, but would sneak out of the house for my dick.

Since I love guys who will cheat for cock or hole, I was kind of intrigued. I invited him over with the stipulation of time. In theory, he seemed to understand. In actuality, he needs to take time management classes or at the very least, how to tell time.

By the time he arrived, I was already showered and packed. He came in, I pointed to the floor for him to kneel, not a word said. I didn’t fuck around with the letting him rub my cloth covered crotch. I just undid my belt and hauled out my 8 inches.

Normally, I’d want the cocksucker to be awed by the size, as it feeds my ego. Clearly, I rarely care about my own dick or its needs, but today, well………….I was ready. Today, I didn’t need is accolades or even his potential fears of the dick size. He annoyed me with his lack or responses on the way over and his tardiness. I was already lying to friends while I was behind schedule. But now I was not to be denied.

There I was, with him on his knees, and my dick hanging in mid-air. “Suck it!”. This could have been a hot directive, but it just felt like I actually HAD to tell him what he was there for – direction not a directive.

He had a decent mouth for a younger guy. He had a bit of experience, and one like this would expose him (or continue to) a new world. This could have been a relaxed, encouraging blowjob. Now it was going to be a little harsher, a little more insistent kind of encounter. It helped me grow up and helped me be a better cocksucker – I feel like I was paying it forward, in a certain way.

This was still for my pleasure, but now the focus was different. My cock would still get off and he was still gonna get the load, but it was going to be more due to my attitude and execution than the manipulation of his mouth. Clearly, he factored into the equation, but he was already less in my eyes.

He went down on my dick and my hands went to his head. Both of them. He knew they were there, present but not insisting. Not yet. But in my mind, he knew the implications and probabilities. He was younger, but not a virgin for fuck sake.

He was mostly on my cock. He wanted to spend some time near the head, which can be pleasurable to me, but usually I’m a guy who likes all of the shaft in the mouth. I don’t know if it feels better, or that just someone is taking all of my eight inches. Sometimes the head can be sensitive for me.

The Latino cocksucker struggled with that last part of my cock and would gag and pull off. I was insistent – verbally and physically – that he continue. I told him in no uncertain terms I was late, but I WAS going to get off.

He went back to it. He slobbered on it, involuntarily, that is, My hands were no longer just present but insisting. I fucked his face. I told him he was going to get me off, I told him he was going to swallow. If I’m 100% honest, I was more turned on by my behavior than his abilities. Like so many guys had done to me, he was a tool for me, and I had the ability to separate him from being a person in front of me.

I had been aroused, and then not, and then again, for hours on end. I had been doing my own edging all the last day as I took guy after guy up my ass – or rubbing myself as I attempted to get other guys. I knew the load was big and knew it was coming. Deep down he knew it would be coming but not when. I wasn’t giving up that ghost.

As my hands were already tight against his head, this was no longer an indicator for orgasm. I think he was struggling to keep up with me to notice a change in my breathing. But it did change and sperm started making its way up my shaft.

I did grip tighter, but he wasn’t getting away before and certainly not now. I shot. And shot….and then again and again…….etc. He gagged. I mean, between the volume and the lack of ability to pull off, what else could he do?

Sperm oozed out his mouth. “Swallow it, motherfucker”. He tried. Not hard enough, not valiantly. He eventually got free, as admittedly, my grip loosened a bit during my pleasure. A shot or two went on him and the carpet. “You stupid fuck!”.

I yanked my cock away from him. Still wet, still cummy, I tucked it into my shorts. I immediately picked up my already packed bag – put my hand on the door handle and said, “close the fucking door on your way out”………..and I left.

Monday, April 13, 2020

Columbus 2020 - pt 5

Shorty after dawn, the seventh and final Columbus guy was good too. More slight than he seemed in his profile. Foreigner too. I’m guessing Serbia, Croatia, etc. Hard to tell. He was very confident in his BBRT exchanges. He had my room number. He used it.

The guy talked a good game and lived up to it. He was all business. There would be not chat. No kissing. There’d be almost no face to face. Actually, I was ass up when he walked in the door.

From behind, I could hear his pants being undone. I could hear him taking them off. I could feel him stepping up. Closer. Body heat against body heat.

What I didn’t hear was a lube bottle being opened. What I didn’t hear was spit being applied to his hand. I had a fresh load up me. I had some lube on and in my hole from that. I truly had no idea how big or small he was, but at the moment I was curious, but not concerned.

”No lube?” I asked. “We’re going all natural”, he replied. I felt the head at my hole. His hand at the small of my back. The lean-in, the pressure and then the giving way – my ass allowing him entry. He just kept sinking until he was all in. About 6.5”, I’m guessing. “There was no waiting to adjust. He just started fucking. I don’t know if he sensed there was a load in me already or if he was just curious, but he asked. I answered. This was good for him. He used it to his advantage. He knew I had been opened up and seeded. So he fucked. Hard.

While he did edge, it was in the traditional way……stopping altogether or pulling out to cool down. He talked about wanting to see others fuck me. Breed me. I wanted that too. While he went back in, I got on my phone and looked. There was a guy in the hotel, but he wasn’t timely in answering texts.

We ended up with no one, but he went and ploughed me anyways.

The fuck was good and he was verbal – putting me in my place with words. Letting me know how my ass felt to him. I made sure to let him know how good his cock felt up me. It’s important to inflate the top this way – sometimes they care, sometimes they don’t. But fucking feed their ego – it can only help the process unless they don’t want you talking at all.

But I loved being bent over for him, my head down on the bed, my ass up. I loved his slightly broken English as he pumped my hole. I like that he knew what this was – and treated the situation as such. But loved how he told me that he’d like to see a few strangers load up my ass, with me not being able to say ‘no’ to anyone who walked in the door. How he’d sit and watch. How he’d be the last load up there. It was good one-sided discussion as he moved in and out.

Sure, it was all pseudo-fantasy, but I think it kept him engaged and hard. I know lots of us on these apps want those kind of scenarios, but they can be SO hard to arrange. He wanted to unload, so now I was encouraging him. I took to degrading myself for his arousal. That’s the way I perceived it, I should say. I told him to dump his load into “this cum receptacle”. I called myself a “faggot” for him, I dehumanized myself to help him push over the edge and into my bowels. It worked.

I could feel him pulse – knowing that with each one, a shot of sperm was being dispersed up my ass. I told him to fire his DNA into me. I’d say he complied, but it was happening no matter what.

He was not one for quick withdraw either, which was great. His weight on me, I wrapped my muscles around his cock and squeezed. I systematically took every drop of cum he had. I’d feel him shudder a few seconds later. He had no complaints. Eventually he slid out, but not due to going limp. #He just rolled over, his back on the bed, his cock in the air. “Get to it. Clean it off”. Nice.

I slid from the bed to the floor, on my knees, his legs spread, his add right at the edge of the bed. I licked his nuts. They were wet. I licked the base of his shaft – the same. And I worked my way up. Then the sides. Then back to the top, then took the head in my mouth and devoured his entire shaft. It was shiny, it was clean - - by the time I was done with it.

He was also in no rush to leave. He wanted me to look to see if anyone else was around. By this time the guy staying in the hotel responded, but he was not timely in anything and had way too many questions. He would eventually be one of the guys I won’t even bother to document in a post.

The entire time, the guy here still had a full hard-on. Impressive, though possibly pharmacologically induced. Still, it worked for me. I slicked it up with my spit and climbed on the bed. He knew what I was about to do and didn’t stop me. I got my knees on either side of his body, reached behind to grab and steady his cock and eased myself down on it. In seconds, I was at his bush. And I’d do the riding. He allowed me to do all the work, but I could see by his face he was enjoying the sensation. He mentioned to me how he could feel his own load. I certainly hope that was true.

After 5 minutes or so, he made it clear he wouldn’t be able to nut again. I kind of figured that, but a faggot can dream, right? I climbed off, but before he could even say a word, I swooped down and took his dick into my mouth. I went about cleaning it again………….gladly. Two minutes later, his clothes were on and he was out the door, leaving me with his swimmers doing their job inside of me.

Thursday, April 09, 2020

Columbus 2020 - pt 4

When I do hit Columbus, I'd say for the last six years I've almost always had the chance to meet up with "Scott".

It's always late at night, or early morning - and by that I mean 11p-1a. It seems he sneaks out of the house when his husband is asleep. It's the way it's always been with us.

Scott and I started hooking up here about six years ago. It clicked so well......and so wrong....that there is almost never a time I'm in town when we don't find a way to fuck. Well.......he fucks. I just take it.

The big black brute hadn't left much before Scott arrive. Per usual, door was unlocked and open. I was on the bed, kicking back, anxiously waiting his arrival.  Pushing 6' and about 180, and hairy and handsome as fuck.

He also has a nice cock.

It's not the largest I've had, but you've heard me say it before: attitude and execution will always beat size. And he has the attitude, in spades.

Scott intuitively knew me - and I him. He talks dirty, at our first meetings they were implied dirty,  or even double entendres. Then we moved to more overt.

Sexually, Scott does nothing to me, per se. He hasn't fondled my cock. Nor has he sucked it. There is no his eating of my ass or me fucking him. The 'relationship' is all my taking care of his needs.

That said, he's a great kisser. But truthfully, he likes my lips elsewhere.

This last time, there was almost no cocksucking either. We were laying back, me admiring him, feeling him everywhere. Touching hair.  And talking. Dirty. He wants so many things for me - but mostly to watch some total stranger to both of us just fuck the shit out of me.

I want that too. Not just for me, but for him.

Finally he goes, "you're tongue hasn't been up my ass yet". He was right. So down I went. And there I stayed for a good 30 minutes. His ass is as hairy as his chest. I feasted.

I'm not sure if I love eating his hole because it's the best one, or just a guy with the highest appreciation and expectations for a guy like me. And there are times I'm just over-eager to please. He is one of these times - each time.

But that's not what he came for. The goal was my hole.

He got it. The man fucks like a beast, but in a good way. He just ploughed my butt. I took it. He loved knowing how many loads were already planted there. He was sorry he'd seen none deposited himself.

Scott talked a lot, while fucking, what he'd like to see happen to me. My hard-on poked into the mattress as his hard-on poked into me. Full body weight on top of me making me take an feel every inch, all the while his verbal skills were on point.

Sure, I got called every name in the book. Sure, he goaded me into begging for his load. Sure, told me how lucky I was to get his dick. It was all spot on.

Scott was close, but I wasn't going to get it without begging. Well........that's probably not true, but he wanted to hear it and he knew I was more than willing to do it. When I asked for it, then pleaded for it, he called me a "filthy pig". I told him I agreed with him. Saying anything else would be disingenuous, since I had just begged for a man to put his sperm into me.

Then he unloaded. Four days worth. "Take my filthy load you filthy pig - take it all up your fucking ass".   And I did.

Like a good boy, when he finally slid out of me, and off of me, I slithered down to envelop his cock with my mouth. I cleaned him off good. He didn't even need to get a washcloth afterwards.

Scott didn't thank me - nor should have. He said he'd see me next time, and we both knew this to be true.

Saturday, April 04, 2020

Columbus 2020 - pt 3

Back at the hotel, before I had to meet friends of an event and dinner, I did put out a BBRT ad.  I had three hours, maybe I could get into some kind of trouble between now and then.  There were a lot of interested parties - for now and later. As usual, the 'nows' started to flake when push came to shove.

I only had one taker. Meh.

Honestly, I had a glimmer that I might have had him fuck me before, but I couldn't truly say. There wasn't anything memorable about the fuck. I was on all fours on the bed and he pumped hard, no notice of impending orgasm, shot and pulled out. I wanted to go ass-to-mouth, but he claimed sensitivity and put his pants back on and left.

I went to my event and then to dinner, with three loads in my hole.  Immediately I headed back to the hotel with a new BBRT ad, plus using a number of hook-up apps.

I got another guy staying at my hotel, but fuck he was creepy. Why it took him so long to walk down the hall is beyond me, except after seeing and interacting with him, I'm guessing he was getting high. He came in - remember, I like to leave my door ajar - and he immediately started complaining about his "friend" who had just robbed him while he was in the shower. He came out and all his money, and his friend, were gone.

There was more than an assumption that this guy would rob me (spoiler alert: he didn't). I really wanted to say 'this isn't going to work', but assumed anything I did to reject him would put me at risk. So, he used my mouth and ass. It was fine, though I was thinking of getting it over with so he would leave, while he actually fucked my ass while perusing his phone. It seemed neither of us wanted to be there, but no one stepping up to the plate. He claims he came, but I wasn't honestly sure he was up for the task. Maybe he did, perhaps he didn't.  But he hoped to come back later with a friend to double team me. Naturally, I said 'yes', knowing I'd never let it happen, but as you can assume, he disappeared with the wind, which was fine.

I finally got a good one on the hook. It is possible I had him my last trip to Columbus, but honestly I think it was a different person.  He is black, 6', 220, but built solidly. He didn't tell me the cock size up front, and I didn't ask. I rarely do, as it's not about the size. I'm gonna bend over either way.

Having not learned my lesson, I left my door ajar, and put my face down in a pillow and ass up in the air at the edge of the bed. It would be the first thing he'd see when he entered. Only a dim bathroom light was on, so it added to the ambiance.

I heard the door open, close and lock. I heard him say, "man!". And I heard his pants hit the floor.

Soon enough, he was behind me. I'm assuming he saw the lube. I'm assuming he put some on. I didn't turn around. But I felt it. Even after taking five cocks in my ass that day alone, and one the day before, this guy was making himself known. He fulfilled the stereotype of black men and their cocks.

He had some finesse with it, until he didn't. Or didn't care. He was nailing that hole, and nailing it hard. The man had endurance, and I was feeling every thrust. He told me I was taking 9.5" of dick. It'd have been nice, but when I went to feel it, I'm guessing it was a solid 8, maybe a little more, but it was the girth that was really working my hole over good.

The man was unrelenting. We were in over 40 minutes. At one point, while I don't think I was trying to physically come off his dick, I think I was moving further up onto the bed, he grabs me by my hips and says, "you're not going anywhere" and pulls me back down onto his shaft.

That alone was almost enough to get me off. The force and determination. And it was enough to get him to the edge.......and then my ass.

I couldn't feel the cumming per se, but each throb of that thick dick I could - and knowing each pulse was some of his jizz in my hole.

While it was a decent fuck, it wasn't my last one of the night. That one was more scheduled.