Gag

 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? 

...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. 

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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.