Houston/New Orleans

Since I alluded to it in my last blog entry - I just may as well finish the stories, huh?

This is back a decade or so, but still all to clear in my mind.

Houston

Tom and myself went to visit our friends (straight couple) and just drank and drank and drank. It was May and horribly hot and humid already. One night just Tom and I went out to a gay bar which was in walking distance (albeit, bad neighborhood), so no need to drive. We ended up going home w/two other guys who were housesitting. Personally, I don't like having sex w/friends....but we did. All four of us. The guy I was mainly with - and you can't say this nicely - his breath smelled like shit. I'll assume some kind of gum disease. All I could do to keep my booze down.

We did the walk of shame home the next day w/our hosts meeting us at the door as they came out to get their morning paper. Ooops. The shame was not to end however. The next night, same bar - we are in a bathroom stall doing coke off a car key when someone walks in the bathroom.....and begins talking about two guys they picked up from the night before. AGGGH. Tom and I could have easily blocked it from our memory and pretended it NEVER happened....but these schmoes wouldn't let us. We hid out in the stall for what seemed like an eternity and then slunk out of the bar. And now it just makes for a good story to other when the two of us get together. There was another story when some guy we tried to pick up went absolutely nuts on us (or maybe it was the coke paranoia) and literally chased us around town. I was doing my best 'Starsky & Hutch' driving - and eventually won out.


New Orleans

We left Houston in shame and just headed to New Orleans. A completely unplanned portion of our trip. N.O. is not the place to tred into lightly - in my opinion. After this trip, I never understood how anyone could survive Mardi Gras or Southern Decadence. It was a lost 2.5 days.

It turns out N.O. has two happy hours per day (4p-7p and 4a-7a). Probably not a good thing when you hit them both in the same outing....but we did. First bar, I think I left w/someone (Doug) after 20 minutes. Ended up playing at his apt - me getting him off, me not getting off (usual) and back at the bar in 30 minutes. Tom barely missed me. During this time I ran into a guy who really hit a nerve w/me. We didn't talk - just a look...and he could have been THE one. And I never say that lightly.

But he was fleeting glance at a few bars, but I was onto guy #2. I think his name was John (yes oddly, I got an remembered their names). He was nice. Too nice for me actually. It seems I perfer my guys w/an edge of some sorts. Guys who *like* me barely stand a chance. But I was never seeing him again - so I did him. Bam! Back at the bar in an hour.

When I got back Tom was not there. I thought I'd look for him at another bar and literally ran into him out on the street w/some guy in tow. He introduced me - and was so excited b/c they shared the same last name. I, on the other hand, recognized the name as someone high up in the Democratic party (not an elected politician - and though I'm not above naming names - I won't). We partied and though Tom was trying to pick this guy up, his hand would creep into the rip in the ass on my jeans. You get Tom drunk enough and he didn't care. So I left w/Brian (ok, I can name first names) where we went back to our place and fucked like bunnies all night. As he was leaving our room service showed up. This B&B was nice - and the hottest black guy delivered it. I wasn't exactly modest at the door - and he saw. After he deliverd the rest of the breakfasts, I serviced him. I had no money - it's the only tip I had.

The next night we went out - and much lower key (how could it not be). The guy I noticed the night before was around again. I went up and talked to him. We sat outside and chatted. Doug came by and said hi. So did John and Brian. This guy (York) asked how long we'd been in town, and I was embarrassed to say - "a day".

If he had judgements - he never verbalized them. I went home w/him that night and slept w/him. Just slept. Barely waking in time to make it to the hotel for check out. He could have been the one. He should have been the one. But he's in Los Angeles - and I'm not.

Uncle Charlie's tricks

I'm getting nothing this week it seems. Perhaps this upcoming one. ...so until then, here's one from the past.

My friend Tom and I had spent a horribly drunk/drugged-out week split between Houston and New Orleans. And while there are stories by the truckload to be told there - a week after we returned home, we headed to NYC for a weekend. Clearly this was a time when I was highly functional while being highly high.

The weekend was mostly a total blur. At some point we ended up at Uncle Charlies down in the West Village. Mind you - this was after the Dugout, Ramrod, and any other number of places. Tom set his sites on some guy and lo and behold, snagged him. Unfortunately, I usually got snagged in his schemes and plans anyway (hence Houston, New Orleans and NYC).

We close the bar and end up going home w/this guy and Tom wants to do. I knew I'd be sitting around waiting (no....HOPING) they'd get done soon so we could go to bed. At some point the guy's roommate came home and somehow it was expected that I could just hook up w/him. He wasn't half bad and we did end up in his tiny room.

I have no idea how we got to where we were, but soon I was on my back getting fucked by this guy. He just pumped me long and hard, and I was drunk enough to just lay back and take it. I think he was buzzed enough that he wasn't gonna cum fast. But before long I heard, "man...looks good". Turns out it was the guy Tom had come home with standing in the room watching.

Apparently, Tom and this guy never quite got their act together enough to know that both liked to fuck - but neither got fucked. I was never clear on if Tom sent this guy into the room for me to take care of or whether he just passed out and this guy took it upon himself.

Guy #1 finished by blowing a load up my ass. Without asking - me or the roomie - Tom's buddy just climbed on and took over. To be fair - he was a much better fucker. And clearly he was primed. Teased by Tom and then watched a show of the two of us bonking.

I think we dragged ourselves out of that apartment around 4a to get some much needed rest.

I Actually Feed

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(Almost) Empty Apartment

I had a business dinner last night and emailed the hot fuck who feeds me in his empty rental unit. He was cool w/me stopping by on my way home. I told him I'd call 10 minutes before my arrival. I did - but no answer. Undetered, I showed up anyway. He was there and waiting.

The apartment wasn't completely empty. He had one wooden chair in the living area. He looked at me and said "strip!" and indicated that I should put my clothes on it. Earlier in email I said no cumming on my face this time - I wanted it in my mouth since I'd have a suit on. He took care of that by making me take off my suit. He left the room, by the time he returned, I was naked, hard and on my knees.

He came right to my mouth and pushed his boxer-brief crotch in my face. I licked, gnawed and sucked his growing cock through that white material. I soaked the pouch before he turned around wanting the same attention his white-cottened ass. Soon enough the material slid down over the buns and I just went to eating the hole. I love getting my tongue up there - and clearly so did he.

Eventually he turned around to feed me cock. My head against the wall with him sliding his dick in and out of my mouth w/ease. There was grabbing of my head and some slapping - but not as hard or often as the last few times. But his mouth was still dirty - calling me any number of things, but mostly something to do w/me being a 'whore'. : )

At some point he went to the chair he brought out and sat on it's edge spreading his legs wide. He told me to crawl there and suck his cock. Naturally I did as I was told. I'd got there and deep throated that big 8". He kept telling me how much *I* liked sucking *his* cock. He was not wrong.

After that he got me on my back and fingered my ass. Normally I find fingers too boney for my ass - but his felt good. Good enough for me to ask for his cock. He deftly ignored my request - never even acknowledging it.

More ass eating. More nut licking. More cocksucking. Eventually he got on his knees and told me to lie on my belly in front of him to suck his prick. I did. He reached over to finger my ass again. It felt ok - but not a great angle for either for us. But soon enough he was ready to let the load go. He got me against the wall again to feed me dick. Soon he unloaded...a few spurts on my left cheek before I forced his cock into my mouth to capture the spooge.

He pulled his dick out w/a plop and then slapped my face 'CUM!' he commanded. I've never been one to cum on demand - or rarely even attempt to cum at all when getting another guy off.
He was not to be unfullfilled. He started smacking my face - 'you filthy stinking WHORE!' and lots of variations of it.

When that didn't work he told me to lean back and expose my ass. He was great about finger fucking me. Slow, fast and always deep. Not as good as a cock, but he knew what he was doing. And enough to get my to blow my 5 day load all over my belly.

I'm hoping he NEVER rents that apartment!

Bad Attitude III

After giving this guy my number, I figured I would never hear from him since I assumed I was not worthy of an outside the bookstore usage.

I was right and wrong. Though he did eventually call - I don't ever think he found me worthy, just convenient. And I was. I would drop everything to accommodate him when he called. Early evening to middle of the night. I even left one of my own parties so I could get his dick. It was that bad. It was that good.

He (I have NO idea what his name was) would usually make me strip to my underwear when I walked in the door. Sometimes he'd make me do it on his oustide stoop - so I would enter his house the way he wanted and expected. Lights would mostly be off save for one over the stove - giving minimal illumination. The place was an A-frame, so no upstairs - just a bed on a platform you'd walk a few stairs to get to. ...not that we ever used it that much.

Usually it was a situation where I was immediately on my knees. Depending on his state of undress - it was only a matter of moments before his horse cock was in my mouth, and only a little while after that before I think he was purposely trying to gag me with it.

Frustrated w/what he thought was my lack of cocksucking skills he'd make me take my underwear off and bend over something to await for his cock. That monster thing would push up me and he'd just go at it. It was never a matter of me adjusting to it or him taking the time to slide up me. It was completely primal - but from the first time I saw him, you could see that in his face. His masculine pock-marked face was so incredibly hot to me, though I can see where others might not think that. He was 100% sexual to me. I think he was 100% sexual to himself too.

He'd fuck hard - though not always long. If I'd wince or ask him to slow down - he'd say things like 'shut the fuck up!' and he'd keep drilling. Always he'd leave me w/a load of sperm up my ass....though it was his ass for the using. When he was done - he'd pull out and tell me to get the fuck out. I'd dress as quickly as possible to comply to his wishes in the hopes that I'd be invited back again and again.

Gloryholes

You know - I really miss gloryholes. I mourn their demise. I'm sure other cocksuckers - and even moreso - feeders do too.

Though I had encountered gloryholes when I first began sneaking into adult bookstores at 16 - my real initiation to them was when I went to college. I had already stumbled upon a great floor of the library where guys went to suck and be sucked (but mostly ended up just being faggy w/their socialization). But up on that floor, some scrawling about other places on campus. At this one place I found my own heaven.

The bathroom was in the basement of a little used building. But it wasn't a total basement. A set of stairs that ONLY went down to a men's room. You could hear anyone coming down the steps. The door was situated where it wasn't in sight of the stalls and barely the urinals. Though to be honest, in the 4-5 years I was there - I don't think I saw more than a half-dozen men go here to use the restroom for it's intended purpose.

It was dark - though it had two windows (keep in mind this was a basement bathroom, so the windows let in light from the grates at the first floor level). You could sit on the deep window sill if one were to wait their turn to get into a stall - and yes, at times there was a fuckin wait!! It was dirty - the bathroom was rarely cleaned since it was so out of the way. Dried urine and semen predominated the scent down there.

Six stalls - only two having gloryholes...so you had to wait if that's what you wanted...whether feeding or eating. Some guys would just keep their stall doors open and invite guys in. Many wanted the anonimity - which was funny since they'd wait in the restroom to go into the designated stall. But whomever took the time w/these two stalls was great. 1/4 - 1/2" marble partitions. I don't know how they chipped out the holes - but they did. They were not huge holes - if you were well endowed (girth) and completely erect - you could have trouble sliding it in or out of the hole until you went down.

I almost flunked out of my sophomore year of college. I would skip class (even tests!) to suck dick. Or worse - the hope of sucking dick. I could sit in that stinking room for hours even if no one came in. I mean - what if I left and as soon as I did some hot cock came in looking for service??

I loved the anticipation of someone showing up. I loved the footsteps coming down the stairs and the door opening. The pause as the person assessed the situation - what stalls were occupied...was a stall occupied...which stall should they take!?! The creaking of that door when they did pick...the darkening of the hole as their body blocked out what little light there was.

Immediately, I'd run my finger along the bottom of the hole. I needed them to know two things: I wanted to suck their cock and that I wanted to suck their cock. I wasn't there to get sucked. If they were a sucker looking to feed, it was gonna be a long wait for them b/c I wasn't going anywhere.

I'd try to never look through the hole - as it defeats the purpose of the anonymous suck. The head would appear at the other side of the hole and slowly push through. Depending on my mood, sometimes the head would disappear right into my mouth, others not until the shaft was all the way through where I could admire the entire dick.

Though I am clearly a submissive type - there is great power in seeing the feeder press into the partition, hand grip the top and a sigh come out of his mouth as mine envelops his prick. Who really submits? Perhaps both of us.

The seediness of the place. The act. The smells. Especially the sounds are what make the experience. The hoarse whisper of encouragement: "ooooooh yeah". "fuck yeah...........suck it!" "oh man....there it is! TAKE it!" Or just the groan. It's great advertising for the cocksucker if there are others waiting. If nothing else - it's great affirmation FOR the cocksucker.

Students. Instructors. Athletes. Visitors. I took em all. I cannot even tell you how many cocks I milked dry there over a 3+ year period. Hundreds....possibly pushing into the 4-digits.

Not all were thru the gloryhole. Some would actually come into the stall while guys watched through the gloryhole. Not all were for sucking either. On more than one occasion I'd have someone who'd want more than that....and on some of those occasions I'd happily comply.

There is a sad ending to this tale. The powers that be shut down the bathroom. More than shut it down. They sealed off the stairway that went down to the bathroom - covering it in marble. A great chapter of my life was literally entombed.

It is a time I will never forget - and a place that will never be again.

Exile

Four days w/out a real-time encounter. I guess it's time to pull back one from my past. ...and what dark past it is....

I perfected slutting around. To my friends, they knew I was sexual, but Friday and Saturday nights would be out at respectable (?) gay bars. Dance music, lots of beer, maybe some drugs. Typical. But I don't dance and was never the biggest fan of anything that's 170 beats per minute.
What I'd usually do is end up leaving them and head to a leather bar in town. I might recognize some people from around - but I'd never go as far as to say I knew them. My friends never knew this side of me.

I'd go get my beer and hang in a dark corner. For the most part it was just to watch. The scene was never as hot as one would hope or think. Pudgy guys who use leather as drag. But there were always the few. One guy in particular. We never talked. We never exchanged names.

We did exchange eye contact - and he did exchange his body fluid w/me.

The bar was never what you'd call very crowded. Off the beaten path and restricted to a certain client population. As the night went on later and later, I would always see this guy who was in various stages of leather dress. He'd catch my eye and play some cat and mouse looks.

The first time, I followed him into the men's room. A dingy dirty little place. One toilet. One urinal. One sink. He was standing at the urinal - dick out. I went to the toilet and sat down. I didn't even bother to pull my pants down like I was gonna use the thing. He stepped over and just put it in front of my face. I, of course, went down on him. No talking. No nothing but the sounds of my slurping and the music from the main room. In no time flat- he pumped off a load into my mouth.

By the time I got up, he was gone....from the bathroom and the bar.

This scene played out the majority of times I went to the bar - whether I ended up w/someone from there or not. I'd usually service this guy. In front of the urinal. On the john. Bent over the sink If I missed any, I'd lick it off his gloves. I'd do it in front of anyone who'd walk in while we were doing it. Each time, he'd bolt after we were done. I'd go out and usually find somone who saw my talents and leave with him.

Not many places like that anymore. That whole public sex thing is frowned upon....but it got me off like nothing else.

Sex Addict or Whore?

Lately I'm beginning to wonder myself.

Last night I had the opportunity to hook-up with two guys @ the same time. One who has really wanted to hook-up w/me (along w/his boyfriend) and another guy whom I have wanted to snag. There was a confluence of events which led me arrange a 3-way (the bf was not available...or wasn't made aware of the arrangement).

The half a couple had a huge schlong. He said 8", i'm guessing closer to 9. Of course, he was mostly bottom, but I made it clear that I was not looking to get sucked..or to fuck. He said he was cool w/that. The other guy had a 5 day load he needed to lose.

The half a couple guy was the first to show. It seemed the other guy wouldn't so we got busy. I let him start on my dick, he was also fingering my ass - and I knew he was trying to get me off - but then doorbell rang. What appeared at the door was incredible - one of the hottest men I've come across (and that IS saying something).

6'4", 200-220. Solid. Defined. Salt/Pepper hair (what he had on his head) and the same color beard. I was struck by his masculinity and was a complete prick (as we were in the kitchen and the other guy was not), I said - "let's get rid of him soon and have some fun".

We go to the living room and I go back down on the first guy as the new guy disrobes. He then picks up my camera and takes multiple shots of me sucking dick. I swap off for his dick, but I really try to get the first guy off...so that he'll leave. I can tell he's getting close and the 2nd guy starts talking dirty: "feed him! shoot that load in his mouth....he WANTS it!". It sends the guy over the edge...and I capture the load in my mouth. I hold it there for pictures. Oozing it out just so...but not enough to lose a drop of it really.

The first guy has no intention of cumming and going. He stays and we let him - and it turns out for the good. I suck on guy #2 and the first guy starts playing with my ass. Guy #2 can see I really like that. We head upstairs. I herd them off to a bedroom and go get my dildo.

Back in the bedroom, I get on my back and hang my head over so #2 can feed me from above. The first guy greases up the dildo and starts sliding it in. Or trying to. I've never been a fan of cold rubber, when hot flesh is available. And it's big. 8+" and about 6" around. Guy #2 tells me to take a big hit of poppers and try to relax. The dildo slides in my ass. The cock slides down my throat. He pulls out of my mouth to get some pics of that big fake dick up my ass.

This goes on. I get fucked on both ends. Guy #1 is hard again. He starts sliding his cock up and down my crack. I hear guy #2 say 'do it'. And then the head pops in. Flesh feels SO much better than rubber. He starts really fucking me after he knows I can take it. And I can. Guy #2 starts taking some pics of that cock up my cunt, then goes back to feeding me.

Guy #1 is getting close - we can all sense it, even w/out words. I ask the guy if he's gonna cum...and he confirms it. I look up at guy #2 and say, 'decide where you want him to put it!'. Guy #2 looks right at the guy drilling my hole and says: "put it UP him!"...and he does. I can feel him spasm up my ass and he lets loose his scum. This sends guy #2 right over the edge and he dumps his 5 day load on my face and part in my open mouth. I've been jacking the entire time and spurt all over my belly and chest.

I'm a fuckin mess. Covered in cum - crotch to mouth. More pix are taken. I'm a proud addict/whore. Maybe I"m a little of both.

Today I am a Feeder.....................NOT!

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Two-fer

Last Friday ended my almost week-long dry spell...but it doubly made up for it.

Had a married father of 2 (Martin)was looking for some head. The guy from my Empty Apartment entries (Rob) wanted a 3way. Martin seemed into it..so we were to meet @ my place at 6:30. Martin was on time. Rob was not. After 15-20 minutes, Martin and I got down to business.

Nice 7.5" dick. Good for sucking...and I sucked it good. Martin had more on his mind than getting head. He worked my hole w/his fingers good and was sure enough of himself to bring rubbers and lube. I'm not a big rubber fan - but I understand when you're married....blah blah blah.

I take Martin upstairs and he rips open that condom w/this teeth and gets it on...and gets his dick up my hole - easing it all the way up me. He was a nice and steady rhythm guy. Though it felt good, I couldn't help feeling this is how he fucked his wife. But when he'd go all the way deep - he'd flex his dick and MAN did that feel great. About 10 minutes into my cell rings. It's Rob. I answer and he asks if the guy is still there. I said not only was he still there, but was deep up my ass!!! I told him to come over - the door was open and to come upstairs.

By the time Rob arrived, Martin and I had switched positions. Now I was sitting on his dick and riding it. Rob strips and comes close enough for me to stroke him almost to hardness. Martin's mouth gets him the rest of the way there. I notice how much more reserved Rob is w/this guy.

After 5 minutes of this, I'm back on my back...getting fucked and now eating Rob's cock. He is much more verbal w/me. I hear him tell Martin, "we got all his holes plugged!" Then they start to make out like I'm not even there. I loved it.

Martin then pulled out and asks Rob (not me) if he wants to fuck me. Rob was way into it - though he pulled on a condom too. He told me to get my ass to the edge of the bed. I was kneeling....lowered down for Rob to penetrate me from behind. Before he did - he slapped my ass a few times...HARD. I never got to see Martin's reaction to that. Rob is pushing an inch bigger than Martin and just slid in, in one full motion. Whereas Martin fucked me nice and steay - Rob DRILLED me. I like them both, but Martin, I'm sure, got an eyeful of how Rob treated me. He pounded hard and long. Full in and out strokes. Martin got in front of me and fed me his dick...and then they continued to make out again. Enjoying my holes while enjoying each other.

After another 10 minutes, Rob pulled out and I went to alternating on sucking their dicks. I was on my back, on the bed and they continued to make out over me. Rob stroked his dick while I sucked Martin. As always, Rob delieved a massive load which coated mostly the left side of my face. He slapped me HARD across the face - in his own juice - and said, 'you like that, whore??!!'. I can't imagine that Martin wasn't a little freaked by that, but it didn't stop him from pumping off his own load on the right side of my face.

It was a hot scene. Martin wants another turn at my ass...but just one-on-one. I don't think I'll ever have Rob again that doesn't involve a 3way. Both options are ok w/me.

Football Suck

So today I answered an ad on craigslist. A guy in a nearby hotel. After we exchanged emails and phone numbers, we finally made real contact. He was doing nothing but kicking back in his room - drinking beer and watching football. And wanting head.

I was at his hotel in a half-hour since little more excites me than a guy who'll have a remote in one hand, a beer in the other and expects me just to service him between his legs like it's g-ddamn given right!

He had nothing but a t-shirt and boxers on. Immediately I figured I may have gotten him wrong as he started off turning me around and feeling my ass. More than just a passing touch. Full feeling. Fingering thru my jeans. And some slapping. Now, I'm more than just a cocksucker - so I wasn't too put off by this....just a little confused.

Soon though - he plopped himself down in his chair (we all know those hotel chairs that I've never used except for giving head!) and he motioned me to my knees. I went right down

His boner was already poking out of his boxers. It was a nice 6" u/c dick. It was attached to a very masculine man. A little overweight - but not fat. Italian. Inked. Mostly hairless. Of course, I did what i thought was a good job. Everytime I'd look up he'd be swigging his beer and watching the Bengals game.

Now and again, he'd reach down and stroke my dick. I was rock hard and had removed my pants per his request. It was the roughest stroking I'd ever encountered. Not unwelcome - just rough. He'd also step on my dick w/his foot and my ballsack. Not just to provide pressure - but to squish them. None of this detered me from my task at hand (or mouth).

He stood up to face fuck me too, which is something I love. Then he rubbed his wet cock (his precum, my spit) all over my lower face. He loved the roughness of my stubble on his shaft. I loved that he was marking me w/his pre-ball juice. Eventually he was back in his chair and got his foot under my nuts and put his toes at my hole. We were back to this. He pushed me on my back and stroked me again - while his thumb would press firmly into my groin. He knew some nerve in there to really make hurt. I really thought he'd take over and want to fuck me - but it never came to that.

He eventually got up and went to the bed. Him on his back while I got between his legs. I moved down to his nuts and then below them. He wanted my mouth alright - just not only on his cock. So I did what was necessary and lick, lap, eat, chew and fuck his ass w/my tongue. He loved it. All the time - his head was turned toward the tv and the game. I loved that.

Soon enough I went back to his dick. Getting my tongue under his hood. Going all the way down. I kind of gently gnawed on it - using my teeth. Nothing hurtful. We've all done it at one time or another - right??

But he loved it. He mutters - 'that's it...bite it. Bite it!!" I did a few times and was immediately rewarded w/his cum. I should have known the way he was rough w/me that he would have responded in kind. And he did. A nice mouthful of italian semen.

I looked up to see him give me a wink and then turn back to the game.

2 Fucks - 1 Day

Lately, I have been incredibly horny. Yes! Actually moreso than usual. I cannot keep my mind on anything that is not dick. I guess that's why you're reading the tales of a sex addict. Not a reformed sex addict.

But yesterday was a good day. I had been conversing with a few guys over the last few weeks/months to attempt hook-ups and somehow two fell into place on one day. My original plan had been to hook-up w/Ben, but unfortunately it did not happen. These two guys were ok, but Ben is the one true Cleveland Pig I've met so far.

So, guy #1 I meet in a grocery store parking lot. It was pre-arranged, not like stumbled across him. I had seen cock shots of him, but not the face. That was ok...as was the voice, but no one I would have picked-up in a bar. The plan was for a blow-job, which I love to do (as you well know by this point). The man had a great dick. Almost 8", medium thickness and a shaft that curved upwards. I did a really good job sucking him - and that's just not my opinion. He was loving it - even how I took him to the pubes (which is not always easy on a big dick that curves UP!). However, the man did not like his balls touched or licked. What kind of man doesn't like that???

Eventually we kind of 69'd. I sucked. He fingered my ass. It was then I realized this was NOT going to be just a blow-job. Soon enough he got between my legs and positioned himself. He rubbed around my hole, teasing it...and finally suggesting we take it upstairs.

Up there, I did a little more sucking. He did a little more fingering after putting some lube on his fingers. As it would turn out, that's the only lube we'd use. He put enough on that when his dick penetrated me it was enough. As big as he was, it felt great up there. For his lack of good looks, he was a master at fucking. He put it to me and I was loving it. All too soon (though it probably was 20 minutes) he couldn't hold back. He just flooded me! But as usual, when it's over, it's over and he was out the door....which was fine w/me.

About an hour later I got a call from a guy whom I tried to hook-up with last winter. We never got it together but had been in touch for multiple attempts. I was still so fucking randy - so I gave him directions.

He was better looking than his picture led on. Tall. Tan. Fit. All he had said was he wanted fun - and I couldn't get a better answer out of him even when pressed. Fine - I can deal. Immediately he sat on the couch w/his legs spread. I didn't do my normal fall to my knees - but decided to lean over and rub his crotch. I got a little nervous when I found no package at all. I could feel nothing.

Bryan (his name) reached up and played w/my nipples through my t-shirt. Well, those are both 'on' switches for me - and the only 'off' is post-ejaculation. He read my reaction and knew he had me. Of course, it didn't hurt that I told him if he continued that he could do anything he wanted. I'm not so subtle, I guess. I leaned down and kissed him and he kissed back - all the while rubbing my tits.

Eventually I straddled him and sat on his lap. We made out. We played w/each other's chests, but I could also feel his hips move up and down as I sat on him. He wasn't so hard to figure out either.

Our pants came off. I went down on him. I ate his nuts. I ate his ass - which I thought was going to get him to shoot right then and there. He asked 'when was the last time you got fucked'. EEEk. I wasn't sure how he'd take it if I said 'oh...and hour ago'. So I was more coy and said - about 10 minutes from now. He loved that.

Bryan really fingerd my ass - so not sure if he didn't feel the load that was in there, or just not saying anything about it. Though he was about 7.5 and a thinner shaft, it was harder taking him. I'm not sure why, but it was. After a few attempts of him getting it in - I took hold of the shaft and placed it at my entrance and told him to push. He sunk right in.

Better looking than the first guy - but not as adept at the art of pumping butt. More jack-rabbit, but it still felt good and he was really really really enjoying it. He also took a little longer. We were covered in sweat when he started screaming loudly. Thank g-d I have no neighbors close by. But I love a verbal man and woudn't have cared who heard us. I was BEGGING for him to finish. He took my 'hint' and went for the goal. He shot even more than guy #1.

As usual, I didn't get off. Somewhere deep in my make-up, I feel I'm not the person to get off in those situations. I"m there for them. And I am way good with that.

Ironically enough - those two guys did nothing to keep my mind off of sex. So, let's see what today brings.

Empty Apartment II

Another repeat - and I was glad to have it.

Sunday night I recieved an email from the guy I serviced a few weeks back (see post for Aug 29th). He said to come to the apartment I was at last time and just walk in. Lights would be off. As promised the door was ajar and he was in the front room, stripped naked and leaning against the wall.

Unlike last time I didn't even have to do anything to get him aroused. His cock was sticking straight out...already fully lengthened. In no time flat I was on my knees in front of him. In an instant I was to the root of his prick and he started sliding in and out of my mouth.

Last time there was a variation of me sucking vs him face fucking me. This time the scene consisted mostly of him pumping my pussy mouth. He picked up right where he did last time when he figured out he could smack my face. Whereas the last time that happened close to the end - right off the bat he was slapping me HARD.

I guess since he knew I took it last time, it gave him license to do it again while testing my limits. The hits became more frequent and harder. Once I almost pulled off his cock to tell him to go easy. ALMOST.

But I didn't. I took it like a man. He'd grab my ears and really pull me down hard on his dick while thrusting up into my mouth. I took it like a pro - never gagging, though I think his intent was to try to make me.

He was a low talker. I know he was saying dirty things, but couldn't only make out a word or two - and mostly that was 'cocksucker'. But I continued on - eating his ass and licking his nuts, which like last time were non-existent (seriously - not small, I couldn't see or feel *anything*!).

But good things come to an end (or is it 'cum'?) and I knew he was getting close when I did hear him mutter, "you dirty fuckin' whore"! Just then the pulled out of my mouth and sprayed me with big ropes of cum. I'd have loved to take it in my mouth - but I realized that since he did the same thing last time, this was his thing. I'd have to abide.

And the man has a huge load. So microscopic nuts mean nothing. Something in there was still producing a large amount of scum that he can give to guys like me.

I wanted to milk his dick w/my fist and clean him up - but as I reached for it he backed away. While looking down on me he just said, "we're done now."

Taking that que, I stood up and walked out the door, but not before thanking him. He just repeated, "done!". I walked back to my car - his load on my face, which I wore home and let dry, but not w/out tasting some here and there.

I hope he doesn't mean we're done-done.

Icy Hot

So, I met up with the 'kid' from the park from one of my more recent posts. He did call like he said he would!

I went to him house and he was in just as much heat as I was. Barely got in the door before we were both totally erect. I did the old hot action of unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper w/my teeth. It's much more difficult than porn stories lead you to believe - and I'm sure my dentist wouldn't be happy!

I blew him good, but was hoping he'd fuck me. While in the kitchen he went down on me too. The kid can suck dick. Took all 8" of me down - and he has a fuckin' mouth like velvet. But his dick in my ass felt so good at the park, I needed/wanted it again. Alas that part was not meant to be, but we still had fun.

He dragged me back to his bedroom - and we got nekkid. I pulled off his shoes and went down on his feet. This had him WILD. I blew each and one of his toes the proceeded to lick all over the bottoms of his feet - further pushing his buttons.

Eventually he did the same to me. I have very sensitive feet, but after a bit, I could relax and really enjoy it. We'd 69 at the combo of dick/feet/ass eating. The kid at my ass - and he at it GOOD. On and off for about an hour. I was begging for something to be put up my cunt.

An idea popped into my head from a buddy of mine in Pittsburgh. I told him to get some ice cubes. He did and I had him put one up my ass. After it popped in - I had him push it deeper with his fingers. The immediate cold goes away soon enough. You can feel the heat take over the cube making it a mere puddle up your hole.

Soon there was a second one and then a third. The kid would put it in his mouth to take off the rough edges - but would also blow me w/the cube in his mouth. Always love that feeling.

I was getting greedy and wanted more cubes up my hole. He told me to get them - so I got the last five from his freezer. He'd put one in his mouth - I'd put one in mine. I'd take it out and rub it on his buzzed head while he blew me w/it in his mouth. Then he'd put one up my ass and immediately put another one up there. ....until all 5 were gone.

I loved the feeling of them up there...melting w/the furnace of my pussy (as he'd call it). But then even he got piggish and insisted I sit on his face and push the melted ice into his mouth. Who am I to argue? I sat on his face and started pushing out what was in my ass. As much as I thought the ice had melted, I was soon to find out it might have, but the water was still ice cold. A new great sensation. And he took it all. A pig after my own heart - if I only had one.

Afterward he just jacked off on my asshole again. Just like the woods, he went and licked it all up and then presented it to me - and pushed it into my mouth. Very hot.

But now it was my turn (and you know I don't get off during sex a lot) - but I had him get on his knees and open his mouth. With great precision - I lobbed off shots and shots of cum - that almost landed in his open orafice 100% time. Then I pushed my cock in his mouth and told him to swallow all the seed. And he did.

He got up enough to collapse on his bed. I just reached for my shorts and walked out the door - and yelled back to call me.

He will. Possibly more whipped than I am.

Into the Woods.........Again

So last Friday, I boogied out of work early (long holiday weekend, ya know) but didn't go home. I went to the park. I needed dick.

The park was actually very low key, maybe b/c of the holiday. Eventually one guy pulled up. Early 20s (which is younger than I normally do). Baseball cap. Jim Thome jersey. Short hair and a patch of hair on his chin.

He gets out of his pick-up truck and heads down the path to the woods w/out giving me a look. I didn't take this as non-interest and just followed. He was waiting - playing pocket pool. I responded doing the same in my suit pants.

I got my hand on his fly and pulled it down. Out came a nice 7" piece of meat. Not too thick. It stiffened up, but remained the same length size. I loved that he was freeballing too. I got down on my knees and took him to the root. His hand found my head and placed it there - but not forced.

After awhile I got off my knees and he went to his. I don't normally feed, but he was good, young and eager. Eventually he moved around to eat my ass - which I love. Soon enough he was standing behind me trying to work his way in. I tried to make it was easy as possible for him. I bent over just so and braced myself on a tree. He got in and we were taking it nice and easy, every once inawhile he popped out of the hole.

At one point he did this as I was seeing someone approaching down the path. We straightened ourselves up before the person got into position to see us. As it turns out, it was a guy I blew a few weeks back. Short, masculine, medium but heavy dick. Quiet too.

I motioned him over and he came. I got his dick out and bent over to work on it. My suit pants were still up, but my ass was jutted out for the kid to see it. He got the hint. He felt it through my pants and stepped up behind me. I got to loosen the pants and he pulled them down just enough to get exposure to what he wanted. The guy I was blowing said nothing....to the scene or to my talents.

The kid tried to get back into me, but the angle was weird. He rubbed it up and down and all around while the 2nd guy just fed me dick. The feeder was so low key, I had no idea he was as close as he was....but all of the sudden there was one throb and my mouth was rewarded with sperm. Lots of it. The guy squeezed and milked his shaft while it stayed in my mouth. I got every fuckin drop. And held it.

I pulled off and turned to the kid and placed my cum filled mouth onto his shaft - coating it good. But I was smart enough to save some. I stood up and pulled him to me and kissed him - passing the load. I left enough at the lips so when we pulled away there was strings of it joining our mouths. The 2nd guy looked at the scene w/awe and just walked away. I bent over.

The kid new what to do w/his semen slicked dick. He got it up me in no time. A hit of poppers and I felt great. All too soon he was getting to the end. He muttered he wanted to cum on my ass - and I said cum in my hole. He heard 'cum ON my hole'. I had reached around to pull myself open and he saw the target. I could feel the shots just hit the hole, slide over them and drip off. So hot.

Normally, I'm not the aggressive type, but I told him 'go fuckin lick it off!'. And he did. Every fuckin drop. Then it was his turn. He came right up to me, grabbed me, kissed me and fed me his load from his own mouth.

So fucking hot. I purposely did not get off b/c I was hoping for a 3rd or 4th guy. But it was not to happen. I wished he had seem me get off b/c of his actions. He has my number. Hopefully he'll call.

Mike Fleming

May or may not be his real name (but no cities are mentioned here - so try to find him!).

I met him while I was in college. On the 6th floor of the library yet (one of THE cruisiest spots on campus - I kid you not). He kept walking by my desk, but I couldnt' believe he'd be interested in me. He seemed like a grad student to my junior year. Receding hairline, but horribly horribly masculine. He got me to follow him down to the 5th floor which had NO desks - and just stacks. There he had me get on my knees and look at his cock. He wouldn't let me suck it really until I jacked off first. Not quite sure why - but maybe he wanted to see if a guy was still interested in his dick/load after they ejaculated. I was. I popped my nut on the floor and he fed me.

Oddly enough, we went out for a beer afterward. Almost unheard of in anonymous library sex. But then went back to my crappy efficiency where I proceeded to eat his ass for an hour until he popped a 2nd nut. At that point he took off. Never to see him for a few years.

Flash forward to where I was gonig out to gay bars more regularly. After hours, there was a breakfast place where people would eat away their drunkenness. Lo and behold, there was Mike. I had to piss and he was already in there. When I came out - he was waiting in the anteroom and just grabbed me and stuck his tongue down my throat. We made out while guys passed us to get in and out of the bathroom. In my drunken haze I told him my address and told him to meet me there in an hour. We went back to our respective groups (little did I know that one of my tablemates had seen me sucking face!).

I never actually expected him to show - but he was there WAITING for me. I also had no idea if he even remembered who I was (or that he'd had me before). And I never asked. We actually made out on the sidewalk before heading up to my apt. Once there we were all over each other. He had a great beefy body. Not fat. Not defined....but hot to me. Same hairline. Same great tasting ass. He wanted me to fuck it - but I was too drunk. But he wasn't. He got me on my stomach and slid it to me. It was fun - but the alcohol was too much. We barely finished and just passed out. Again next morning - never to be seen again for quite awhile. Well, I'd see him out w/a muscle hussey boyfriend, but if he noticed me (or remembered me) he never acknowledged it.

Flash forward MANY more years. I had moved out of town and had come back for a conference. The hotel was across the street from a leather bar, so I hit it. The place was pretty dead, but there he was. I was leaning against the wall w/my beer. He stood right next to me. He nodded. I nodded (again - did he know/remember me?). He turned and told me he thought I was hot (i don't think he remembered me). I said the same - and that I always thought that. He smirked. I told him I had a hotel room a block away. He said he'd meet me there. At that point he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. The zipper was down and he had me feel inside. I already knew what was there.

15 minutes later he knocked on my door. Without a doubt it was the hottest time of them all. We made out. I sucked. I ate his ass for a LONG time. He fucked me in every imaginable position. He had acquired a filthy fuckin mouth on him - which I loved. I would have loved for him to stay all night - but he didn't.

He did promise to call the next evening and maybe bring a friend. Unfortunately he called earlier than I anticipated and I was still at the conference. He never called back.

But knowing our history - he's still in that town. And somewhere down the road, I WILL run into him again.

From Patrick - but for ME !

Bad Attitude II

a continuation from July 26, 2005 post

A few months after my first encounter w/the pock-marked, masculine, big-dicked man I had a second run-in at another bookstore. Whether he remembered me or not, I have no clue. But the drill was somewhat the same. On my knees to suck - then bent over to be fucked.

But this time he didn't unload in my ass. He fucked me long and hard - and his 10" just split me open...and had gone deeper than any guy had at that point. But he pulled out of me and pushed me back to my knees.

"Open Up!" he commanded. I thought he was gonna jack off into my mouth - but I was wrong. He started to insert the dick that had just been up my ass back into my mouth. I started to pull away, as I had never taken a dick that had immediately just been taken out of a butt - let alone my own. Turns out, pulling away and saying 'no' wasn't really an option.

His grip was strong and unrelenting. "Take it, bitch!" and he shoved in. I was overwhelmed w/smell and taste of his huge prick. He pushed in further making me take more and more. I could taste his musk...his funk...MY ass along w/the smell of the inside of my hole.

He maintained the hold on my head and started pumping for all he was worth. I don't know if he was looking at me...the screen...or his eyes closed in lust. I could see his bush getting closer than retreating somewhat. In what seemed like forever, but probably only a few minutes, he blew his nut. A big load that I managed to keep in my mouth, but hadn't swallowed.

The guy didn't wait for me to nurse his cock - or to take all his seed. As he withdrew the cum I was holding in my mouth, trailed out w/his shaft. With his cock in hand he wiped it on my face and then onto my white t-shirt.

I must have done something right since he took my number and then just left. I was a fucking mess. Spit and cum on my face and shirt. Cum and my ass on my tastebuds. Of course I passed a number of guys on the way to the crappy restroom where I tried to clean up - but to no avail.

As piggish as I seemed - all I could hope for is that he'd call.


to be continued.....

Empty Apartment

So this last Sunday (yesterday) a guy leave me a message from Men4sexnow. He'd been contacting me earlier - but to be honest, his pictures were subpar and I wasn't all that interested. It's not that he was unattractive - but who'd know? They showed nothing - just badly taken pics.

But for some reason (ummm.....I was horny?) I answered him and we exchanged some emails. All tame and I have no indication of some of my likes. And as it turns out - since I have moved - he lives all of two blocks from me. He told me the address and to knock and come in - the 1/2 house would be empty - except for him. I'm always wary about these situations - but did it anyway...and there he was. The pics on the site never showed his face - but he was attractive enough. Manly at least.

The apartment was cleaned out..nothing there. I'll assume he was the landlord, but I don't know that for sure. We dropped our shorts and both of us were wearing jocks....but his was teeny. I was really disheartened since his ad said 'bigger than average' (but don't they all say that). But after pulling his dick out - it looked ok. Thin, but long and it wasn't hard yet. Not quite sure how that pouch showed no package at all.

I got on my knees and started sucking. His dick started growing. And growing. He was bigger than average. And that thin dick plumped up to a nice fat one. I'd say 7.5-8" and fat and cut (though he was jewish!)

Picture were taken (I love doing that) and then I got down to work on really sucking his cock. He got into fucking my face too. Eventually, I was pinned between his thighs and the wall and got a nice deep dicking. Out of nowhere he just smacked me upside the head. For those who might know me - this isn't a bad thing. But I pulled off and looked up at him. Some guys might have thought I was going to say something bad - but I think my face said it all b/c he just hauled off and slapped me hard across the face - a few times and told me to get back on his dick. With that, he pulled my head down hard onto his prick.

At some point he pulled out to have me lick his nuts (which were practially non-existent) and then his ass. That sent him almost over the edge. I could tell he was close. I told him to cum wherever he wanted, but afterward he had to take pic of it (whether in my mouth or on my face). He had me eat his ass again and it did finish him off. He spun around and unloaded volumes in my goatee and on my cheek.

He took lots of pictures - though they were somewhat blurry (a few turned out). Then he smeared his cock in his jizz and fed it to me that way. It didn't get it all - but that's ok. He told me to wear it proudly. One more slap on the face (hard!) and told me to get the fuck out.

I'm glad i judged him wrong. I'm glad I gave him a chance. Hopefully he'll give me another one.

Ben

As referenced in 'Modes for a Sex Addict', a real-time sex encounter here in town is a guy named Ben. I accidently stumbled upon his picture on a website and took the bull by the horns and emailed him saying he looked hot. Actually, unless I was way off - the look hit deep w/me. It wasn't hot - but a well mannered pig pic......hopefully.

I was right - but it took awhile to be sure of that. A few emails and a phone call later, finally brought it out. As down and dirty as his mind was - Ben is overall a quiet guy. Still waters and all that shit. But in due time I think we established where both our heads were at. Right in the gutter.

Like myself, Ben experienced man on man action early on in life - though his was earlier than mine and w/family. Again - socially, it's a wrong wrong thing, but it makes me harder than steel to hear these kinds of stories. Luckily, Ben didn't appear to be traumatized by it and parlayed it into his own sexual being. Lucky for me.

We finally got together at his place on what had to be the hottest day of the year. No a/c - but none needed. We wanted the sweat. The stench. The slippery good time. He with no shirt, pierced nipples. Shaved head. His hot beard...pierced in the chin. Inked. Damp. Jocked. A 3-4 week wearing of the same strap. Doing outdoor labor work in 80-90 degree heat. And it was all gonna be for me.

I walked in and he pushed me against the wall and drove his tongue down my throat. I'm not even sure if we said 'hi'. This was a better introduction anyway. We went upstairs and barely ever left his little kitchen area.

I got on my knees and gnawed at his black nylon gym shorts for awhile. Eventually, I pulled them down w/my teeth and there stood the prize. His filthy jockstrap. I made oral contact with it immediately. The senses were all there. Sound (his). Smell (his). Taste (his). Touch (mine). Sights (both or ours).

Ben's crotch and strap smelled and tasted great. I loved being buried in there - and he didn't mind holding me there to make sure I got in deep. It was a good combination. We worked well together. Of course, there was cocksucking. It's rare for me that any sexual encounter doesn't involve me eating dick. And his precum. Lots of precum. At some point I ate his nuts and below those. I got on my back and he sat on my face. Ben had a PERFECT tasting ass. I could have eaten it all night.....but we limited it about 20 minutes.

For guys like us, there aren't a lot of 'firsts' left in the sex world....but I got one on him. I got an ice cube from his freezer and popped it in my mouth. I took off the hard edges by sucking on it, but then was back on my back on the floor, Ben's ass in my face. I took that ice cube and slid it from my mouth to his ass - w/just my tongue. Took a bit - but it slipped up there. Then I used my tongue to push it deep. I'm sure the combo of cold cube and hot tongue was a great experience (um........I've heard!). But then I started sucking the melting water out of his butt...right down my fuckin throat.

At some point he put on this tight black leather gloves and started fingering my ass. He still on me while I sucked him or ate his ass. Him leaning between my legs slding a few gloved fingers up my bum. Then he gladly transfered those to my mouth to clean off...wet up for another journey up the tunnel of love.

Turns out Ben is one hell of a cocksucker himself. He went right down on my meat and it felt good - and I rarely let myself get sucked. Hopefully he wasn't offended, but I had trouble staying erect. It wasn't Ben. Maybe the heat. Maybe the anticipation of the event.....but it wasn't coming from the man or the time we were having. I was thorougly into it.

As happy as I was to stay on the kitchen floor Ben pulled me to the bedroom. His gloved hand around my cock while we made out and told each other dirty things about or first times were great. Alternating blowing each other was good too. I knew Ben had some equipment in his possession and plied him to see his police baton. He knew just what to do w/it too when he came back into the room. He had opened me up fairly well w/this fingers - so the end slid into me easily enough. Some poppers and just the exileration got another 6-7" up my cunt. And he fucked me with it too, albeit not hard. it was a fairly thick baton.

Before he came back onto the bed, Ben took the baton out my ass and stuck it in his mouth. The only thing hotter was if he put it in mine. But I loved it! After that he came back to bed where he continued to jack me off w/his leather gloved hand. Again, my erectness has nothing to do w/my excitement level, which Ben was about to find out. I've been blessed (?) w/the ability to cum w/out getting hard. I've only known this to be a turn on to one guy - but I can do it. Soon, I was shooting all over Ben's gloves, my legs and belly.

Ben took that hand and rubbed my own sperm on my goatee and had me stick my tongue out and lick it. I've never been a big self-spooge eater. But it wasn't bad, if I say so myself. Soon after Ben jacked himself off too. A beautiful site.

I am better when they cum first - but who am I to dictate that? I'd have been happy wherever Ben put his load. Face. Mouth. Ass. Or teased me and not let me anywhere near it.

I'm looking forward to our next time. Our schedules have not meshed...but soon. And to the uniform store too. I'm buying us both new gloves. Ones that fit for me. Ones for him that he only wears when he's w/me. Or so he says. Here's hoping he lies.....but thinks of me when using them on another guy!

JC Pennys

I can tell you the exact moment I last stepped foot in a JC Penny store. I was 17. It was on a rainy day in Sarasota (down at the Gulf Gate Mall - about 600 ft from where Pee Wee was arrested for masturbating!).

It was spring break and we were in FL. But it was rainy and we went to the mall to kill time. Luckily my sisters were there also - enough to distract my mother.

As we were looking around, I noticed a man who was in the vicinity looking at me. Even at that age, my cruising skills were becoming finely honed. I knew the look. His predatory skills. His advance to the men's bathroom with the occasional look behind to make sure I noticed. And I did.

I excused myself from my family and said I'd catch up with them - and had to use the restroom. Everyone but me, was oblivious to the man who'd been watching me from a close distance behind racks of shirts and shorts.

I found the bathroom and entered. It had a good set-up. Two doors - so anyone in the bathroom would hear if someone was coming and would have the ability to compose themselves if needed. Two urinals across from two stalls.

When I got there, he was at a urinal. Maybe 40 or so. Medium build, blonde hair. And looking down as I took the other urinal, a fairly nice dick. About 7" or so - hard and stroking. He was primed. Obviously.

I took mine out and being 17 - was already erect. He stepped back from the urinal - both to show and offer his cock to me. Without words, I gladly accepted. As I was bending over to surround his prick with my lips, I noticed someone was in a stall. I immediately backed off the dick but felt a hand at the back of my head. "He's ok" my feeder said. Then I noticed a figure furiously stroking in that stall. I couldn't make him out - just the shadow and motion.

Time was limited so I went to work on the guy's rod pronto. He moaned as did the guy in the stall. I was up for putting on a show - and have always figured, if you're having public sex you have to expect to be watched. It's not a private thing.

The guy took control and pumped my face - maybe only 20 times before he unloaded. I didn't miss a drop. I swallowed and straightend myself up. In another minute I was back in the store looking for my family.

No one missed me - though I wasn't gone that long. No one was the wiser. And two people (possibly three) were happier on a gloomy rainy Florida day.

Triple Play

I didn't think it would happen - I never thought there'd be a 100% show rate.

Yesterday, I had three men contact me via email who needed my assistance. Two I had done before - both orally. The third one was a newbie...at least for me.

The third man to which I reference was actually the first vicitm. We talked. I gave him directions to the house. He was shorter than I like (My friends have always pointed out that I have a height requirement - but that's really only for 'dating'). His dick wasn't very large - 5-6". But he hadn't cum in a week and that was my prize. He was verbal...he knew when to use his hips and when to let me do the work. And then there was the sperm. A few big bursts and then a nice warm mouthful.

I had to hustle him out b/c I knew #2 was coming over. He being a bartender @ a leather bar. I had sucked him off once too - complete w/his PA. But tonite it was going somewhere other than my mouth. This guy was on his lunch break from some other job...and we had a half an hour. There was no romance (HA!), almost no foreplay. It was down and dirty. It was a need both of us had. He was aggressive - though not too rough. I think in other circumstances we could bump that up a notch. Though hardly a chore - it was executed w/timing and determination. Longer than a quickie - shorter than a fuck either of us would have wanted. He buried deep when he unloaded. It's what he needed and wanted...and probably a good lunch break activity.

The last guy was hours later. I might have to cut this guy loose. All the right attributes - looks, attitude, dick. But we cannot get it together schedule-wise. Don't try to schedule things via email if you're not going to read or respond in a timely manner. Electronic hook-ups are, if not spur of the moment and immediate, at least for near near future. He's been trying to schedule this second time for 5 mos!!!!!! The first time took me to a new low (he didn't want his neighbor to see me in his car and made me lie down on his back seat covered in a blanket! Is there NOTHING I won't do for cum?).

Anyway he never showed until after 10p. At this point somewhat anticlimatic for me (no pun intended). It was routine and nothing special about it. Good tasting load though.

A busy night - if not the best one. Personally, I'm looking forward to the park this weekend.

Out of Towner Fuck

I've been playing email tag with this guy from Toronto for about 3 mos. Great emails. Great cock pics. A man who knows what he wants. I appreciate that. Attitude to me beats out looks on almost all counts. Almost.

So last night we finally hooked up at his extended stay hotel. He would meet me outside since you just can't walk in those things. I drove up and there he was. Looked older than the age he had given (I had only seen cock pics - no face). Turns out he looked borderline albino. Probably my age - but looked 15 yrs older. And this is not a nice thing - but after I left it hit me who he looked like - a cross between Gary Busey and The Bumble from 'Rudloph'. Got the picture?

His cock was about 7 and thin. Nice head on it. But there was about a minute of cocksucking before we got down to the business he wanted. Though it was his preference it benefited me - I was to be on my knees on the edge of the bed. Him behind me. Nothing too much against him - but I didn't have to look at his face this way. (I do like an attractive or manly face.)

I will say this - he knew how to verbally use his mouth....and he knew how to fuck. He seemed to like what I did w/my ass to make him feel good. I gotta say - I got that down. For all his boasting of going forever - it didn't take all that long. The drive there was longer.

But I got mine. He got something out of it too. Supposedly he will pass my email along to buds of his he knows from here and who work out of here. Here's hoping.

Quite A Day

Another decent cocksucking day today.

On-line I had found a guy who looked like he had a decent dick. And he did. Pushing 7.5 fat inches. But at what cost? I let the fucker eat my ass just to shut up his nelly voice. I wanted him to be vocal - but the grating voice drove me to distraction. I couldn't get him off or me out of there quick enough. For more than a moment, I considered pulling up my jock and just walking out. But I stayed for the greater good.

I hit a west-side park w/not even a prospect so headed to a far east-side park where I usually have been having most of my luck lately. I was not to be disappointed.

A guy (kid?) follwed me back into the wood....deep into the wood. Whatever he was grabbing in his shorts looked fairly substantial. I was not to be disappointed. He was young. Maybe between 21-25, short blonde hair, blue-eyed, perfect skin (his arayn looks contrasted w/my semetic ones and the fact that I had an Israeli Military Army tshirt on was a great contrast. He wore a wedding band - perhaps it was just jewelry. His dick was beautiful. Actually perfect. 8". Fairly thick. Good heft. Straight as an arrow. But he had been working it and it didn't take him long (again, doing it on a park sometime necessitates a quickie). When we were done I told him he had a perfect dick - but that I was sure he already knew that. He said he didn't. I told him to ALWAYS remember that he did. He also mentioned he thought his high school principal was in the woods cruising too (how old WAS this kid?).

I came upon what he described to be his principal. Nice dick. Decent body. But had an older Ceaser Romero type already down on his knees servicing him. I approached - w/my cock out - so they knew I wasn't a threat. I watched. I jacked. I ended up sucking off some big 7" u/c dick who was watching me watch them. All four of us togehter in a few square feet.

The two watching wanted to see the load, I'm guessing the shooting of, but I had already captured it, but gladly showed it for all. They all thought it was hot. My feeder ended up leaving right after. I tried to eat the 'principal' dick - but he'd have none of it. Even when I tried to swoop down to catch the load he shot into the dirt. I was thwarted from getting his seed. As for Mr. Faux Romero, I could barely stand the alcohol seeping from him pores - it never crossed my mind to try to take his load.

I did, however, show off to them my prowess at my ability to shoot great volumes and distances. It seems they were into it all for the show of the cumming.

Fucking Amateurs!

Cheating

In what I'm sure this will be an on-going topic as this blog progresses.

They say that humans - especially men - are not predispositioned to mate w/one person for life. I only assume this is magnified for gay males. So take that and multiply it by 100 for me. I love and have loved deeply and never once been faithful. Not that, for the most part, they were ever aware of my infidelities. And the reality is/was, I had sex with other men dozens of more times with other men than w/the partner I was with at the time of my cheating.

Deep down it wasn't meant to be a mean thing. Some psychologist might tell me differently. It was a need of mine to have sex. Not a want. A NEED. In my mind I could separate the act from the relationship. Some of the men I dated (Ok, ALL of them) could not - not that most of them ever found out. Some of the men I slept (well...not actually 'sleep') with could not either. I always saw it as their issue.

A good case-in-point would be eons ago this guy I was seeing. Taller than me (I'm 6'2" - and love bigger guys, but harder to find). Bigger than me - but certainly not fat. What I never figured out is if he realized I once fellated him in a college bathroom basement (yes, I cheated with him while I was with someone else!). If he did - we never had the discussion. Anyway we began seeing each other after an encounter at a gay bar.

He (Dan) was nice. He was fun. We had been seeing each other for a few months but it turned out he was just a fucking liar. Ironic I know. But oddly enough at this point I had *not* cheated on him. He'd just tell lies about things my friends said (or actually didn't), lie about saying he called me to see what i was doing - but didn't since I had been at home. Shit like that. Just enough to be annoying. Just enough for me to justify going down on other men.

So one night after the bars - where I was out w/my friends and no Dan, I decided to hit the adult bookstore. I loved going there late at night, drunk or high. I'd take care of any number of guys who wanted nothing more from me than getting their nut. Works for me.

So after scoping out the place and meeting a guy, we head into a booth w/the ceremonial dropping of the quarters and me to my knees. I was doing a really really good job on Mr. X and his cock. He was moaning louder than we had the sound on. I was slurping loudly too - but probably not audible between the porn music, his moans and the hallway noise.

Just as we are way into it there is POUNDING at my door. Of course, at first I thought it was the clerk - but there was no way he'd know there was more than one person in a booth and we were pumping quarters into the movie box.

Well it wasn't the clerk..and that was evident as soon as Dan started *shouting* through the door. At me. The entire "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, (my name here)" crap. The fucker had been following me!!!!! Had to have been from my home, to the bar (not sure how I ever missed him unless he just scoped out my car in the parking lot and waited).

Now the guy I was sucking didn't know who I was - and I denied knowing what the fuck was going on, but wasn't about to go out there. I went back to sucking and the guy went back to feeding me. I found his ability to keep performing simply amazing. He had the same type of will as a feeder that I had being his cocksucker. The pounding stopped and the regular after-bar at the bookstore cruising noise resumed.

You KNOW I got the guy off. I mean it's practically my sole purpose in life and then he left. But as the door was cracked, Dan was there. Waiting. And we did have it out in the bookstore and as he followed me out. And we didn't even break-up because of this incident.

I did end it a week later - and the entire time thinking: The only thing more pathetic than a guy who cheats on his boyfriend is a boyfriend who allows it and still won't dump the scum.

What a loser!

Too Late

So a number of years back I was looking through Yahoo Personals and came across a local guy described himself (sounded good) and was only looking for head.

Well - THAT is what I do. I give head. I give it well. And I give it to completion. I contacted him - we emailed back and forth and that very night we opted to get together at his place.

He met me at his door w/nothing but a pair of cotton gym short (clearly nothing underneath). 5'7" or so. Barely an ounce of body fat on him. Defined, but not completely pumped up. Shaved head. Goatee. And oooooozed sex. You could just tell.

We went into the house and it wasn't long before I was down on my knees. For his looks you'd think he'd be extremely vocal - but quite the opposite. I could barely muster getting a moan out of him as I performed beautifully with my mouth. I certainly got no verbal encouragement or abuse from him. But it was a first time and we're both feeling each other out. He grew to a nice 7.5" - but had a HUGE head on him.

We went through a number of positions: me on my knees. me on my back. me sitting on the couch w/him standing in front of me. This last one is important for the simple fact of how we got to the next level - I have NO idea.

Before I knew it my shorts were off and he was on his knees in front of me playing w/my nuts. He never touched my cock with his mouth. But soon he was playing with my ass. More specifically my hole. Rubbing it - but never inserting a finger. But he had me wriggling.

Really - how I got my ass to the edge of the couch is still cloudy in my mind. It didn't take much for him to lean up enough so his rock-hard dick was at my crack. He rubbed that at my hole too. Enough for me to start dialating. My butt wanted it more than I did. He coated his cock w/his own spit and started more rubbing until I automatically opened for him and he just slid in.

I automatically tightend around him and that did illicit a response of closed eyes of pleasure. He kept sliding in - and I kept thinking his ad was 'for head only'. This wasn't head. Soon he was slowly and deliberately sliding in and out.

I knew we shouldn't be doing this. Part of me felt dirty for taking it this way. Part of me felt dirty enough to want him to continue. I told him I thought we should stop....he kept silent and kept moving ever so consistent. His big head was really making me feel full. I kept muttering 'this is wrong....', but not w/enough conviction that either of us truly believed it.

After a good 20 minutes I could feel him pump harder. I figured he was working up to a big finish - but his lack of aural communication, and virtually no change in facial expression couldn't confirm that. So I said: 'I don't think you should shoot in me.' His only response was: 'Too Late!'

By the time he had uttered those words he was already completely done w/his ejaculation. He never let on...and oddly, I never felt it. Afterward he told me it was 10 days worth.

Much later - after a few encounters - I couldn't imagine how big 10 days worth of his was (though it did seep out on my 30 min drive home), b/c sucking him off, 3 days worth was always HUGE (and to this day, the tastiest sperm I've ever chugged).

Even later he told me why he fucked me: he had to. he had been wanting to for a few years. he knew me from my job. Though I did not know him he had worked where I did at some point (there were 12,000 people who also worked there) and would pass me in the hall and knew he had to fuck me. He took the opportunity. Though I kind of let him.....

Modes for an Addict

I love cruising and getting off in all its forms. I've come to find that one is not necessarily better than the other - just different. In these travels, I have come to find I have some, though not a lot of equals - men who understand me completely and instinctively. I love them because of this.


Phone - Rick (Chicago)
I met Rick on mIRC maybe 10 yrs ago. Instant connection. We have never met physcially. We have toyed with the idea of it, but thought that maybe we could never be as hot in person as we are on the phone.....and we ARE hot on the phone. It's not all sex talk, but a good majority is. Rick has a voice made for porn voice-overs. He says the phrase 'uh-huh....pump it' and 'pop off' w/such underlying filth you could shoot without ever having played with yourself.

He is full of as many stories as I have - and many of them similar. Bookstores. Bars. Parks. Offices. Public Restrooms. And then there are all the weird places and people we have done. But none of it is judgement - it's for comparison and ideas for what is possible. With Rick - it's all about cocksucking. He doesn't really want to hear about me getting fucked...and I respect that.

I can't tell you how many times we have talked and I have sprayed my load while in my office. Dozens...at least. And we are all about the numbers. How many we've done (the number could shock mere mortals). He is hot and he thinks I'm hot (which I'm not). I am a complete cock and cum pig - and he not only accepts that, it's probably the only reason he respects me. And I love him for that.

Internet - Patrick (Charleston)
I've only known Patrick for a few months now - but it seems like forever. He IM'd me regarding some pictures I posted on a YahooGroup. We've been chatting ever since. I'd say we have similar experiences - but there are varying degrees. I was not lent out to my uncle's friends (yes, I know it's socially wrong - but I am completely turned on by this). I did not choose to get married and have 4 kids. But he is very comfortable w/who he is - and he's as dirty as I am.

Unlike me - Pat has the ability to top or bottom. I can't swing the former very well, if at all. He can give it pretty hard, but is a top-notch cockucker. And we love sharing our experiences.

The other thing we do is pimp each other out. Yes - you heard me correctly. When Pat is traveling I will find guys to go by his hotel. It might be for Pat to get them off, or the tricks to get Pat off. Pat will do the same for me. Finds guys who contact me (or for me to contact) and for me to get off. We report back to each other on all the conquests. Sick. Wrong. And we love it.


Real Time - Ben (Cleveland)
I met Ben on-line too, but it went to real time fairly quick. He's a pig. Used at a young age by an uncle (like Pat), but turned it around where he is now the abuser (too strong of a word). Physical laborer who will wear the same jockstrap for weeks (6-7 weeks) just to smell his own funk. And better yet - to have other guys (like me) smell, taste and clean that funk. Leather gloves, cigars, police batons, spit, cum are all (or can be) involved. Shaved, piereced, inked. Physically, he's everything I'm not. Sexually, he's a lot of what I need. What I deserve. Cleveland is a tough town. Not enough tops. Way too many bottoms. And no true pigs - or guys truly comfortable w/their sexuality and desires. Ben's not that way. Neither am I.


These three men represent the best (or would it be the worst?) of me. (Though I would be remiss for not mentioning Gino-Hawaii, Patrick-Chicago and Kevin-NM for making an impact on me as well.)For the first two categories there have been 100s of others - mostly ones who have cum and gone and left little impact on my life. For the final category - it's safe to say there have been 1000s. Each one of those, in one way or another, have left a mark and made me who I am.

Sucking Off The Enemy

I had a busy Friday last week but opted not to tell all in one story as it would be too long and possilby confusing (suffice to say I ended up taking on 8 guys in various stages of groupings or individually).

But as the day was winding down and I had just finished getting two guys off I headed back from the woods to my car. As I pulled out I noticed a nice new Lexus in the lot and figure it could be a hot dad/business man who needs a little afterwork relief.

By the time I swing the car around on the road and head back he's gone from the car and must have hit the trails. But I notice something on his car that just bugs the shit out of me: a big 'W' sticker on his car. I'm a dyed-in-the-wool democrat and the thought of some rich republican in theory repulses me...however, I'm in it for the load.

I get back deep into the woods and spot him. He's up against a tree w/hands in pockets. We don't even do the dance of 'what's going on' shit. He pulls it out and wags it at me. He knows why I'm there. I'm sure he saw the other two guys exit the woods before I came out anyway.

So I walk over and this guy has a beautiful cock. Almost 8" and FAT. Huge nuts like you wouldn't believe. And lots of foreskin. Foreskin on a fat cock to me is hot. Not as much on a skinny dick. But I get on my knees and start to feel his full nuts before taking the big head in my mouth.

He seems very appreciative of my talents and tells me so. Not sure if it's the skin or if he had had a rubber on - but I get a slimey taste that comes from going down on him. Even though the shaft is fat I take him to the root...where he proceeds to grind it in my face.

I pulled off and told him loved his skin then proceeded to run my tongue under it which evoked a nice raunchy "fuck yeahhh....treat it good!" And I did. Very good.

At one point I got up b/c I just had to dock w/him. I took my dick and covered it w/his skin. He really enjoyed that. But soon I felt his hands on my shoulders and I knew I needed to finish what I started. I got back down on my knees and went to town. Really working that dick w/my lips, mouth and tongue - all at the same time. It got him close.

He pulled back and I looked up. He was looking behind me and I turned to see another guy standing there....Indian (not woo-woo indian) stroking his dick. So I started to go back to the GOP dick and he said 'open your mouth'...so of course, I did. He just started pumping off his load into his open target.

"Man - that is SO much better than watching it go down the drain" he said to himself more than to me or the guy watching. I swallowed and cleaned him up too...but he hiked it back into his trousers, turned and walked away.

I had no interest in doing the indian guy - he was just not my type (and just about everyone is my type).

But on the walk back to my car I felt a new level of 'low' that I hadn't for awhile. I just sucked off somone who on paper I loathe. Married rich republican. This guy who is in the woods away from prying eyes lets a cocksucker take care of his needs w/no interest in mine (though he did fulfill them - though he didn't necessarily know it) - yet in public allows for the social damnation of who and what I am. And yet he had the best dick I had blown in months and that I'd gladly drop anything if he ever offered it to me again. What kind of sick fuck am I???

"You Wanna Be My Cocksucker?"

First - sorry about the lack of posts. I swore if I didn't have recent events - I'd post past experiences. Work has gotten the better of me. I'll try to be better here.

I headed back to the park and daddy was still there. A hot hot man (in my book). Salt & Pepper hair...and beard. Big, but not fat. Big ass Chrysler 300. He looked good in it. He pulled up to me and asked what I was doing. I told him just hanging. His repsonse had me too: "so...you wanna be my cocksucker?".

Well what's a boy to say? There really was only one answer. He told me to follow him. We parked in a remote alley and he got in my car.

Immediately he pulled out his cock - it was nice. Not huge or thick, but average on an above average man. I was a little nervous out in that alley but he just pushed my head down and had me go down on it. He let out a nice "ohhhhhh yeahhhh" when I took him to the root. He told me to keep on it and suck him good. There was no way I wasn't going to give it my all.

I only blew him for a few minutes - but he had been primed for days and the setting warrented doing it quicker than either of us would have liked. I felt the big paw of his hand grab the back of my head and hold me there while he unloaded in my mouth. I licked him clean too....as I should have.

When all said and done - I actually gave him my cell phone and email address....and titled it 'your cocksucker'. He got an evil grin on his face. Here's hoping I hear from him.

Bad with the Good

I guess it's only fair that I don't post my hottest or latest encounters here. Sex can end up disappointing as much as it can be exilerating. Sometimes you get a combo.

As it turns out - this WAS my latest encounter, but not my best.

Though it will sound weird, I have an on-line buddy and we pimp each other out. Sometimes we're successful - most times we are not. Cut from similar cloth. We intimatley know each other's likes and dislikes. It works.

So yesterday I was feeling in need and he put the word out. He found me a local guy who wanted to feed me. Pics seemed decent so we arranged.

The guy showed and though he had the right attitude and the right hang between his legs - it kind of went nowhere.

Now, I think I'm good (VERY) at what I do. But for the life of me I could not get this guy to where either of us needed him to be. Erect. For over an hour I tried all my tricks that I've learned since I was a teen. Nothing. Maybe 2/3 of the way there - but never a complete arousal.
He blamed it on the poppers - which can be troublesome. It have been a better excuse had he ever OPENED the bottle and used them.

I ate his nuts and even further below (wink wink) all to no avail. And for a 'complete top', when I thought of trying to digitally AND orally stimulating him, I about lost 3 fingers up his hole. 'Complete top' - my ass!

On the plus side - he had the right attitude. As I first went to my knees I was mentally writing this blog entry w/his quotes - but the talk didn't quite turn into action. But he smacked me upside the head (this is a good thing, people....no judgements) and talked down to me (see previous paranthetical).

I really wanted to call it off - more for his sake than mine. Save him some face. It was not meant to be. He masturbated himself furiously w/out ever fully achieving erection....but enough to supposedly cum. Why supposedly? Well for his talk of not getting his nut for 5 days - when he pushed it in my mouth - I felt nothing. I tasted nothing. But he seemed mighty pleased w/himself.

I'm glad one of us was.

Garage / Yard

What do you do when you invite an on-line trick over you don't know if you want in the house? Simply lie - say your house sitting and do him in the garage or on the grounds.

It's what I did this weekend. Guy had all the bear-ish good looks on-line....but as he called the closer he got, he was NELLY (or at least his voice).

Luckily for me, we barely spoke. I unzipped him in the garage and went to my knees. His dick was fat and shriveled....but again, luckily for me...it grew as I worked it. And it grew. Maybe 7.5" but it kept it's girth...and skin. It was one of those dicks I could have sucked all day long. It was a nice day so we left the garage and to a side of the house blocked by trees and bushes. We could be outdoors and nekkid w/no one to see.

More sucking but he wanted to see my ass....so l leaned against a tree. He rubbed it. He felt it. He smacked it. He fingered it. He rubbed his big fat cock up and down the crack.

We then rubbed our cocks together. I'm not much of a precummer - but his was like a faucet. He kept making reference to it and how slick it all was...and what great lube it made. Before youi know it - I was on my back on the lawn. Him above me rubbing that head at my pucker. One good push and he was halfway in. Wasn't long before he went a-pumpin'.

And it wasn't long after that - ok....long, but never long enough...that he finished. In between, we moved positions here and there...withdrew and reinserted. It felt great. The outdoors. The deed. All of it.

Maybe I'll see him again. Maybe not. Let me know - should I?

Into The Woods

So yesterday morning (sunday), I'm literally cruising the internet. A man from out of town is on-line and looking. He was leaving that day and there was no way I could get to his hotel and perform any services before his scheduled check-out. So we agreed to meet in a metro-park.

His pictures were at least true-to-life. In his early 40s and ht/wt proportional. I had never been to this particular park, but clearly he had. He walked paths that were not used by most regular hikers - I followed. Idle chit-chat along the way, but neither of us was interested in getting to know one another. Not that way - anyway.

We ended up in a heavily wooded area of the park w/a steep drop off into a river on one side. But we went the other way...off the trail.....and into uncharted territory. In these woods were many fallen trees too.

Eventually we stopped at one of them. He leaned against it and I went down on my knees immediately. He took out his dick and I was afraid it wasn't the 8" he touted on his profile. But it was fat. And veiny. And the more I sucked it the more it became the 8" he said.

He pulled me up by my armpits and turned me around. As he dug in his shorts pocket for a little packet of lube, I fumbled in mine for my poppers (real ones....not crappy VCR head-cleaner). He bent me over the fallen tree - and as cliche as that sounds in porn-story-terms, I had never experienced that.

I'm 6'2" and didn't have to bend over too far - that is how big this tree was. He tried to loosen me up w/his fingers and I told him to forget that and get right to the main prize. I took a huge hit(s) of poppers and was flying when he punched that bare cock right into the target. He sank in slowly but steadily...and in no time was fucking in nice long strokes.

At one point I just wanted to feel the cock up there w/no movement and told him to 'stop'. He took it the wrong way and pulled out....so unfortunately (NOT!) we had to do a total repenetration of his dick up my ass!!! .

Way sooner than I would have liked I knew it was coming. And that he would be cumming. I begged for it. Leaving no doubt that he was to finish what he had started. He wasn't too vocal - and even out in the woods you never know who might be there (it was a park, afterall). But I could feel him throb. I would feel the warmth sperad w/in me.

I wasn't too hard since I was pressed up against the bark of a dead tree. But he started jacking me when I straightened up and playing w/my now juicy hole. He made it make sounds as his fingers played w/the cummed up opening. It was enough to make me blow my nut all over the dirty ground.

He went to pick up the lube pack from the fallen tree...I told him to leave it. Let someone know what went on back here......