Tuesday was one of mixed messages.
Answered a CL ad for a guy in a nearby Hyatt who wanted to get fucked. Ok. I was kind of in the mood to flex my newly acquired top abilities. We exchanged emails. We exchanged pics. We made plans.
Now you know how I feel about guys who misrepresent themselves in pics and email, only to be disappointed in real life when the hook-up happens. So, with that in mind, I am very accurate in my description of myself and my photos are always current – or at least within 2 months (though admittedly my cock shots might be dated, as it is not like that tool growing or shrinking like a belly might).
So I make the trek over to the hotel after work and he comes down. He made the mistake (?) of telling me what he’d be wearing and it’s one of these places that you need the key to activate the elevator.
So I am in the lobby, the door opens and I’m 90% sure he sees me and just pushes the button and heads back up. Douche.
Oh – and don’t think I didn’t call him to tell him he was a douche too. I am fully aware that I am not everyone’s type, nor are they mine. But as stated above, pics and stats were exchanged. There was nothing shocking about how I presented than was in my pictures.
Mind you – not only does he not have the nerve or balls to say, ‘thanks but no thanks’, he then ignores his phone. So I left the ‘douche’ comment for him to pick up later on his voice mail. Yeah – I know some of you will think I’m a prick – and I can really live with that.
So afterwards, I went out to dinner with some family and as I was getting into my car, a really nice BMW 5 series drives by and a guy I cannot quite see first whistles at me and then does some cat call. See? I’m not completely repulsive to everyone!
He drives away slowly, but as I start to pull out of the parking lot, I see he has stopped and waited for me to exit. His windows are down and he’s a pretty attractive 40 something.
Right off the bat he asks if I want to ‘fool around’, he lived 5 blocks from the restaurant so I say, ‘sure’.
In the elevator, he unzips me and feels my ever hardening cock. I don’t zip up when we hit his floor. Actually quite the opposite. As he is walking ahead of me getting his keys ready, I pull out my stiff pecker and he sees that as his key goes into the door.
Being the exhibitionist that I am, I walk over to his wall of windows that face other apartments. His is dark, so I have no back lighting, so no one can really see us – which is a shame.
He has stripped down but I’m just there w/my 8” cock out of my fly. In a second he was on his knees. Immediately he was on my dick, but then my hand went to the back of his head. He was hungry – I know the look. I practice it often.
I knew he’d be open to more than just an oral assault, but I was on limited time, as I was meeting those folks from dinner afterwards. I’m sure I’d have to come up with a story for my tardiness, but at that moment, I wanted to use. So I did.
I fucked his face and he loved it. I let him lick my dick and take his time too, I’m not a complete asshole. But I know guys like this. I AM a guy like this. He’s a pig, so am I. Cock and cum – there is never enough of it.
We played for about 15 minutes when I knew I really needed to get going. I told him I was going to feed him – and as I have said so many times here, I heard myself repeating the words again: you will swallow. I do shoot a lot. I don’t want you coughing it up on my dress pants.
As I got ready to shoot, I told him to start swallowing and don’t move. They never listen. What’s the issue? I obey, why not them? Maybe I need more top training.
He wouldn’t stop moving and he couldn’t swallow fast enough. I had a choker. And while that somehow validates some weird kind of manliness, I still rather they swallow the seed.
To be fair, he got most of it, but not all of it. But the way I see it, it didn’t go on me and it was his carpet to clean – not mine.
I made him (yes, made) give me his number and email. Maybe, just maybe I’ll bend him over his dining room table.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Oh No - He Took My Cherry (anal)
The guy from the video I posted a while back and I have gotten together a few times. Each time he has taken my load. The first time was in the mouth while he sucked me at his place of employ.
But the others have been in his apartment. Always on a Monday. Always in what I assume is a guest room on questionable red sheets, in the dark (or darkened) area. When I enter, he is always face down, ass up, but I have never just sunk into him. Maybe I should.
No, usually he spins himself around, still face down on the bed, but where he can open his mouth to receive my dick in his all too willing mouth. I’m not complaining.
While he’s doing this, normally I’m taking off my shirt and then eventually my pants, though I have to interrupt his sucking to do that.
Mind you – I think this guy still though/thinks I am a married man. And a father, at that. So while he was blowing me, he went to my balls and then below. I can’t help but really react when someone eats my ass. I’ve always loved it (and love doing it), but it is just a precursor for me to getting fucked. This guy was also an expert asseater too. That didn’t help my cause.
When he went back to blowing me, he also started playing with my hole. Fingers and thumb. He’d also reach up and play with my nipples – which is always what I could consider a dead giveaway to my preferences. I can never keep my legs together when someone does that.
He would get up off my dick and come up to lick my nipples. But when he’d lean in, I’d feel his dick at my crack. His 8.5” FAT uncut dick.
I tried to retain my straightness, but it was difficult as when I get piece of meat like that, along with the priming he had been doing with his tongue, fingers, and my nipples, I was trying just not be act like a bitch in heat. Which, let’s face it, I was/am.
If he recognized this, he wasn’t overt about it, but he also didn’t stop doing what he was doing, even when I asked what he thought he was doing. Matter of factly, he said he was playing with my ass. I insisted he go easy with those fingers, but I never did tell him to stop. Would a true married man have told him so? I am thinking they would have.
Maybe my number is up with him, because not only didn’t he not stop, but he got me on my stomach to eat my ass from a better angle. I was for that – but c’mon, I’m not stupid, I also knew that would put a straight married man in a vulnerable position. It would put me in a very enviable one.
I could hear him put some liquid into his hands. I’ll assume his hands went to his cock. All the while he was eating my ass. But soon enough he was at my backdoor and with out an invite! …well, at least without a spoken one.
I told him I didn’t think we should do this. He said I liked his fingers up my ass. I replied with a ‘but your fingers aren’t nearly as big as that!’. He said I could handle it. He kept pushing every so slightly.
I knew, being me, that I would respond and open up. Soon, his head was in. To act the part, I grabbed the front of the mattress as if I was hanging on for dear life. I also appropriately inserted the grunts and groans of a man giving it up for the first time – along with the ‘no….you’re way too big for this to happen’.
He kept telling me just the head was in. But in reality, I’m no novice. I know he was about an inch away from his short hairs hitting my ass. But he kept up his pretense, I kept up mine.
He fucked. He fucked raw. I took it. I took it way too easily for a virgin, but if the jig was up, no one was saying anything.
He was in me deep and I said, ‘that is not just the head’ and he snidely replied, ‘nah – I’m giving it all to you’. Maybe the jig was up.
After about 5 more minutes of this, he stopped moving and I could feel him spasm in me. No denying he was doing to me, what I had done to him. Touche.
When he finally climbed off me, I just lay there. I tried to keep up the charade, but who knows who was buying what at this point. I did get up and told him it was his turn, but he was having none of it. He was done.
There was, and has been, no talk of getting together again. Maybe he wins. Or thinks he does.
Touche, indeed.
But the others have been in his apartment. Always on a Monday. Always in what I assume is a guest room on questionable red sheets, in the dark (or darkened) area. When I enter, he is always face down, ass up, but I have never just sunk into him. Maybe I should.
No, usually he spins himself around, still face down on the bed, but where he can open his mouth to receive my dick in his all too willing mouth. I’m not complaining.
While he’s doing this, normally I’m taking off my shirt and then eventually my pants, though I have to interrupt his sucking to do that.
Mind you – I think this guy still though/thinks I am a married man. And a father, at that. So while he was blowing me, he went to my balls and then below. I can’t help but really react when someone eats my ass. I’ve always loved it (and love doing it), but it is just a precursor for me to getting fucked. This guy was also an expert asseater too. That didn’t help my cause.
When he went back to blowing me, he also started playing with my hole. Fingers and thumb. He’d also reach up and play with my nipples – which is always what I could consider a dead giveaway to my preferences. I can never keep my legs together when someone does that.
He would get up off my dick and come up to lick my nipples. But when he’d lean in, I’d feel his dick at my crack. His 8.5” FAT uncut dick.
I tried to retain my straightness, but it was difficult as when I get piece of meat like that, along with the priming he had been doing with his tongue, fingers, and my nipples, I was trying just not be act like a bitch in heat. Which, let’s face it, I was/am.
If he recognized this, he wasn’t overt about it, but he also didn’t stop doing what he was doing, even when I asked what he thought he was doing. Matter of factly, he said he was playing with my ass. I insisted he go easy with those fingers, but I never did tell him to stop. Would a true married man have told him so? I am thinking they would have.
Maybe my number is up with him, because not only didn’t he not stop, but he got me on my stomach to eat my ass from a better angle. I was for that – but c’mon, I’m not stupid, I also knew that would put a straight married man in a vulnerable position. It would put me in a very enviable one.
I could hear him put some liquid into his hands. I’ll assume his hands went to his cock. All the while he was eating my ass. But soon enough he was at my backdoor and with out an invite! …well, at least without a spoken one.
I told him I didn’t think we should do this. He said I liked his fingers up my ass. I replied with a ‘but your fingers aren’t nearly as big as that!’. He said I could handle it. He kept pushing every so slightly.
I knew, being me, that I would respond and open up. Soon, his head was in. To act the part, I grabbed the front of the mattress as if I was hanging on for dear life. I also appropriately inserted the grunts and groans of a man giving it up for the first time – along with the ‘no….you’re way too big for this to happen’.
He kept telling me just the head was in. But in reality, I’m no novice. I know he was about an inch away from his short hairs hitting my ass. But he kept up his pretense, I kept up mine.
He fucked. He fucked raw. I took it. I took it way too easily for a virgin, but if the jig was up, no one was saying anything.
He was in me deep and I said, ‘that is not just the head’ and he snidely replied, ‘nah – I’m giving it all to you’. Maybe the jig was up.
After about 5 more minutes of this, he stopped moving and I could feel him spasm in me. No denying he was doing to me, what I had done to him. Touche.
When he finally climbed off me, I just lay there. I tried to keep up the charade, but who knows who was buying what at this point. I did get up and told him it was his turn, but he was having none of it. He was done.
There was, and has been, no talk of getting together again. Maybe he wins. Or thinks he does.
Touche, indeed.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Oh No - He Took My Cherry (oral)
I was on travel a few weeks ago and came across an ad where a married guy wanted to suck cock. I had taken a number of dicks over the week and was ok with getting my nuts drained.
I swear, the more interesting thing for me was location. I thought he was staying at the same hotel I was, but it turns out he was at the one next door. Still it was very convenient.
The plan was for him to suck me off, but as things go, I’m always happier servicing a guy than being serviced. It wasn’t long after I was there before I was wanting to drop to my knees and take his fat 7” dick down my throat.
As happens lately, I might have made the inference that I was married and had never done this before. As he was sucking me, I was asking him if he did this often and what could it possibly feel like to have a cock in his mouth.
It certainly didn’t take much to bait him. He stood up and urged me to try it. Naturally, I was hesitant. I mean, I had never done this before and he was a stranger. What kind of guy does something like that with a stranger???
He talked me through it, brining the head of his penis close to my lips. I made a play for it, but backed off, the way a newbie might do when someone presents him a cock for the “first time”. He kept encouraging me.
After the head was in the mouth, I did the normal struggling with it for being a first-timer. I coughed. I gagged. I pulled back. I tentatively took more, but still not a lot. And as you see with guys like this, he was empowered by conquering something that has never been done….or someone.
Sooner than later, his hands went to my head. At first slightly encouraging me physically. Then a little more insistent. The more excited he became, the more physical he became. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t horribly strong or forceful, just persistent.
The dick went deeper. He got more vocal. The shaft got harder. I knew what was happening.
Soon (too soon?), he steadied my head and told me he was going to cum. He didn’t question whether I wanted it – just an announcement. His hands were still on my head.
For someone who jacked off the night before, he had a huge load. It squirted on my tongue and he kept telling me to “swallow it down”. Of course, I was going to. And did. Even I will only take the first-timer thing so far. A true one probably would have pulled off and let it fall out or worse, spit it out. I couldn’t do that – even for the act of faking it.
He complimented me on what I had done. I kneeled there, looking at him with the best look of awe and shock I could muster. It seemed to have worked.
Surprisingly, he went right down on me and sucked me off. I let him. He gagged. I left for work.
The next morning, I got an email asking if I wanted to be sucked again. I told him I wasn’t sure – that he left me for a loop on what had transpired the day before. I told him I was very confused. He fed right into it.
He suggested I come over again and try it again to see if it was something I might like. I played coy, but not too much so. He finally “convinced me” to come over.
In a matter of minutes, his dick was in my mouth. This time he was more forceful and verbal. He was telling me he would completely change my world with this. This time he fucked my face. Not hard, but it was there. His hand was tighter on my head.
Like the day before, he announced when he was shooting. I took it. I looked up at him when he was doing it to me. He was looking down at me.
He dragged his dick out as he was finishing and I could feel some cum being wiped from the head of his dick into my goatee. He said he didn’t and there was nothing there, but I knew better. It’s not like I haven’t had it there a few hundred times before. (Believe it or not, this wasn’t my 2nd time!)
I got back to my hotel and there was a nice dollop of sperm in the soul patch portion of my goat. I emailed him and told him what I found. I got a response back: “yeah – just a little something to remember me by.”
I swear, the more interesting thing for me was location. I thought he was staying at the same hotel I was, but it turns out he was at the one next door. Still it was very convenient.
The plan was for him to suck me off, but as things go, I’m always happier servicing a guy than being serviced. It wasn’t long after I was there before I was wanting to drop to my knees and take his fat 7” dick down my throat.
As happens lately, I might have made the inference that I was married and had never done this before. As he was sucking me, I was asking him if he did this often and what could it possibly feel like to have a cock in his mouth.
It certainly didn’t take much to bait him. He stood up and urged me to try it. Naturally, I was hesitant. I mean, I had never done this before and he was a stranger. What kind of guy does something like that with a stranger???
He talked me through it, brining the head of his penis close to my lips. I made a play for it, but backed off, the way a newbie might do when someone presents him a cock for the “first time”. He kept encouraging me.
After the head was in the mouth, I did the normal struggling with it for being a first-timer. I coughed. I gagged. I pulled back. I tentatively took more, but still not a lot. And as you see with guys like this, he was empowered by conquering something that has never been done….or someone.
Sooner than later, his hands went to my head. At first slightly encouraging me physically. Then a little more insistent. The more excited he became, the more physical he became. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t horribly strong or forceful, just persistent.
The dick went deeper. He got more vocal. The shaft got harder. I knew what was happening.
Soon (too soon?), he steadied my head and told me he was going to cum. He didn’t question whether I wanted it – just an announcement. His hands were still on my head.
For someone who jacked off the night before, he had a huge load. It squirted on my tongue and he kept telling me to “swallow it down”. Of course, I was going to. And did. Even I will only take the first-timer thing so far. A true one probably would have pulled off and let it fall out or worse, spit it out. I couldn’t do that – even for the act of faking it.
He complimented me on what I had done. I kneeled there, looking at him with the best look of awe and shock I could muster. It seemed to have worked.
Surprisingly, he went right down on me and sucked me off. I let him. He gagged. I left for work.
The next morning, I got an email asking if I wanted to be sucked again. I told him I wasn’t sure – that he left me for a loop on what had transpired the day before. I told him I was very confused. He fed right into it.
He suggested I come over again and try it again to see if it was something I might like. I played coy, but not too much so. He finally “convinced me” to come over.
In a matter of minutes, his dick was in my mouth. This time he was more forceful and verbal. He was telling me he would completely change my world with this. This time he fucked my face. Not hard, but it was there. His hand was tighter on my head.
Like the day before, he announced when he was shooting. I took it. I looked up at him when he was doing it to me. He was looking down at me.
He dragged his dick out as he was finishing and I could feel some cum being wiped from the head of his dick into my goatee. He said he didn’t and there was nothing there, but I knew better. It’s not like I haven’t had it there a few hundred times before. (Believe it or not, this wasn’t my 2nd time!)
I got back to my hotel and there was a nice dollop of sperm in the soul patch portion of my goat. I emailed him and told him what I found. I got a response back: “yeah – just a little something to remember me by.”
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Group Party
Yesterday I attended a group party. In olden days, it might have been called an "orgy", but these are not olden days. It was an apartment with multiple rooms and guys going room to room looking to get laid by hopefully someone better than was in the last room.
I got an email invite for it (no idea how they found me. Don’t really care) yesterday morning, for an event to be done a little after lunch. I really wanted to go, because I have been just that horny, but couldn’t figure out how to do it – since I work and all.
The location was also 30 minutes away from the office. There and back would have taken a normal lunch hour and knowing how I am, I would have hung out there for the entire time things went down. I hate to say it, but I concocted a migraine and told my boss I was going to work from home the rest of the day.
I picked up a new bottle of poppers on my way and found the place with no issues. I was right on time. And by that, I mean, I was the 2nd person there. I had no idea how many others were invited or how many accepted. I certainly didn’t know what kind of guys they were. Had I, it is possible I might not have shown.
Everyone was very very average. And that is a little generous. I have to say, I’ve never seen such a large group of men with collective set of small dicks. Two were over 7” (not including mine), but most I would say were under 6”. Some under 5”. I try not to be a size queen, but sometimes outings like this make it hard not to be.
I was the first to strip down. There was another guy who was right behind me – totally my type. Shaved head, tall, fat & long-ish cock, goatee. Totally masculine. He loved my cocksucking, as I went right to my knees for him and he was a good dickie licker himself. But he wanted to pace himself and walked around as others entered. I get that. Unfortunately, while I was playing with someone else, someone got bald/goatee’d guy off. He was quick on the trigger.
Watched a few other guys and went down on the guy with the second biggest dick in the place (I was #1 – it is not bragging if it’s true). Guy in his early 50s, nice body, very hairy torso. 7.5” straight as an arrow shaft. He let me suck then he fucked my face. Eventually he got me bent over the desk in the office and fucked my ass good. We went at it for about 20 minutes – sometimes being watched, sometimes not. But he was not ready to shoot. Even the host took a turn at my ass, but oddly enough, he had the smallest dick in the group.
Eventually, about 16 people cycled through the 90 minute session. Not all folks were there at once. Some guys got off and left within minutes. Others like me stayed the duration. Almost everyone was looking for someone else to get off with….hoping someone else would show. Myself included.
Then one guy showed up that I knew I wanted. 6’, 170, nothing special in the body area, though it was tight. Not ripped, but no flab anywhere. 6.5” dick, with a nice big head and thicker shaft right underneath that tapered thinner as it went down to the pubes.
Another guy went right down on it while hot guy played a bit with my dick and my nipples. Eventually he went in for a kiss…which I will say, surprised the hell out of me. But what the fuck, I went for it.
Shortly after, he pushed the guy sucking his dick off of him and pushed me to my knees to take him. Fine with me. No egos should be allowed at these events and if the top wants a change, the other guy should go with it. He did.
The stud fucked my face with great technique. I was too into it to notice that we had gotten a crowd. Eventually I would find that 4-6 guys were gathered around. I figured it out when I felt the first shots of cum start to coat the left side of my head and slide down the side of my face. Shortly after, the guy next to him shot on me too….more on the front of me, hitting my arm and chest.
I could see what would look like an ex-marine standing next to my feeder. I could see was about to go off too. I begged for him to shoot it in my mouth, but he just shot it on my face and chest too. I was feeling scummy and cummy – there was no way around that. They made it so.
Seeing all of this really set my feeder off. He pushed me off his dick and aimed right for my face. Even with my mouth partially open, most of it hit my forehead and ran down my face. I’m sure I was a great sight if this were a bukkake movie. (too bad it wasn’t).
In a matter of a few seconds, the hot guy was gone. I would have loved to give him my info for a one-on-one repeat. But after the others had cum, they dispersed a bit. As I was getting myself up and together, I noticed a new arrival: a decent looking black man. Smooth everywhere (except pubes) and a nice 8.5” dick. Another guy was already down on it, but I watched intently. The black guy pushed him off and I took a turn. He started to push me off after a bit because he was too close and I was barely off when he pushed me back on, because he was past the point of no return. I took the load.
At this point, I felt a big piggy. I had taken, in one form or another, five loads. Others went load-less. I mean, I didn’t feel that bad.
As much as I wanted to just dress and leave, I had to wash the sperm off me. It was everywhere. The host let me jump in the shower and I got it off me (or most of it). I dressed and went room to room looking for clothes, glasses, keys, etc. I stumbled upon the black guy back in action fucking a smooth white ass – and wishing it had been me. But it wasn’t and I had my pants on. I was ready to go.
I would have liked the situation to be hotter, but it was what it was. I wouldn’t say no to a second time, but I might not jump in with just my libido.
I got an email invite for it (no idea how they found me. Don’t really care) yesterday morning, for an event to be done a little after lunch. I really wanted to go, because I have been just that horny, but couldn’t figure out how to do it – since I work and all.
The location was also 30 minutes away from the office. There and back would have taken a normal lunch hour and knowing how I am, I would have hung out there for the entire time things went down. I hate to say it, but I concocted a migraine and told my boss I was going to work from home the rest of the day.
I picked up a new bottle of poppers on my way and found the place with no issues. I was right on time. And by that, I mean, I was the 2nd person there. I had no idea how many others were invited or how many accepted. I certainly didn’t know what kind of guys they were. Had I, it is possible I might not have shown.
Everyone was very very average. And that is a little generous. I have to say, I’ve never seen such a large group of men with collective set of small dicks. Two were over 7” (not including mine), but most I would say were under 6”. Some under 5”. I try not to be a size queen, but sometimes outings like this make it hard not to be.
I was the first to strip down. There was another guy who was right behind me – totally my type. Shaved head, tall, fat & long-ish cock, goatee. Totally masculine. He loved my cocksucking, as I went right to my knees for him and he was a good dickie licker himself. But he wanted to pace himself and walked around as others entered. I get that. Unfortunately, while I was playing with someone else, someone got bald/goatee’d guy off. He was quick on the trigger.
Watched a few other guys and went down on the guy with the second biggest dick in the place (I was #1 – it is not bragging if it’s true). Guy in his early 50s, nice body, very hairy torso. 7.5” straight as an arrow shaft. He let me suck then he fucked my face. Eventually he got me bent over the desk in the office and fucked my ass good. We went at it for about 20 minutes – sometimes being watched, sometimes not. But he was not ready to shoot. Even the host took a turn at my ass, but oddly enough, he had the smallest dick in the group.
Eventually, about 16 people cycled through the 90 minute session. Not all folks were there at once. Some guys got off and left within minutes. Others like me stayed the duration. Almost everyone was looking for someone else to get off with….hoping someone else would show. Myself included.
Then one guy showed up that I knew I wanted. 6’, 170, nothing special in the body area, though it was tight. Not ripped, but no flab anywhere. 6.5” dick, with a nice big head and thicker shaft right underneath that tapered thinner as it went down to the pubes.
Another guy went right down on it while hot guy played a bit with my dick and my nipples. Eventually he went in for a kiss…which I will say, surprised the hell out of me. But what the fuck, I went for it.
Shortly after, he pushed the guy sucking his dick off of him and pushed me to my knees to take him. Fine with me. No egos should be allowed at these events and if the top wants a change, the other guy should go with it. He did.
The stud fucked my face with great technique. I was too into it to notice that we had gotten a crowd. Eventually I would find that 4-6 guys were gathered around. I figured it out when I felt the first shots of cum start to coat the left side of my head and slide down the side of my face. Shortly after, the guy next to him shot on me too….more on the front of me, hitting my arm and chest.
I could see what would look like an ex-marine standing next to my feeder. I could see was about to go off too. I begged for him to shoot it in my mouth, but he just shot it on my face and chest too. I was feeling scummy and cummy – there was no way around that. They made it so.
Seeing all of this really set my feeder off. He pushed me off his dick and aimed right for my face. Even with my mouth partially open, most of it hit my forehead and ran down my face. I’m sure I was a great sight if this were a bukkake movie. (too bad it wasn’t).
In a matter of a few seconds, the hot guy was gone. I would have loved to give him my info for a one-on-one repeat. But after the others had cum, they dispersed a bit. As I was getting myself up and together, I noticed a new arrival: a decent looking black man. Smooth everywhere (except pubes) and a nice 8.5” dick. Another guy was already down on it, but I watched intently. The black guy pushed him off and I took a turn. He started to push me off after a bit because he was too close and I was barely off when he pushed me back on, because he was past the point of no return. I took the load.
At this point, I felt a big piggy. I had taken, in one form or another, five loads. Others went load-less. I mean, I didn’t feel that bad.
As much as I wanted to just dress and leave, I had to wash the sperm off me. It was everywhere. The host let me jump in the shower and I got it off me (or most of it). I dressed and went room to room looking for clothes, glasses, keys, etc. I stumbled upon the black guy back in action fucking a smooth white ass – and wishing it had been me. But it wasn’t and I had my pants on. I was ready to go.
I would have liked the situation to be hotter, but it was what it was. I wouldn’t say no to a second time, but I might not jump in with just my libido.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Sunday, August 03, 2008
BlogRoll Update
So let it be written - So let it be told!
As promised, the BlogRoll, and other links have been updated. They had to be. Some guys I've enjoyed in the past are just dormant and that's not fun for you guys who might use me as some gateway to other men's perverse pleasures.
With that said - there are a few new additions to the group. Please take a look at:
As promised, the BlogRoll, and other links have been updated. They had to be. Some guys I've enjoyed in the past are just dormant and that's not fun for you guys who might use me as some gateway to other men's perverse pleasures.
- So long Big Dicked Bottom - you had some hot stories, but no updates for almost a year.
- Ditto for you B4Skin
- Joshua - it's been since November of 2007. Again, hot potential, but you never made the commitment. Shame. If you get back into the swing of things - let me know.
- Mike, from TopMarine - I miss ya. But your October 2007 Death Knell post either hit you hard, or it was really an announcement of the end of your blog. Shame.
With that said - there are a few new additions to the group. Please take a look at:
- OrlandoTop
- Bare Encounters
- Gay Sex Slut
- Montreal Bottom
- Matt & Dan
Saturday, August 02, 2008
19,000 +
You guys made July 2008 the best month ever - in terms of visits. We bested visits by over 3,000 from the 2nd best month. Thanks.
Now I need to keep my end of the deal: new postings for you.
Honest, I am working on it. I have a good six or seven encounters I haven't even started on formulating - well, outside of my head. Inside - they're all golden. Hopefully, some I will have images to post with as well. I know you all like that - and the hits seem to go up a bit when there are those involved.
I get it: sex sells.
That being said - I also need to drastically update my BlogRoll. There were some good sites on there, but they haven't been posting. And I don't mean BikeGuy lazy, I mean months and months and months of inactivity.
This can't happen. I found a few other sites that do list me in their BlogRoll (honest guys, i had no idea!), so I need to look around and see what is what and get more good links back. It's only fair.
If there are those of you out there who do link to me, let me know. I'll see what is what and go from there.
Look in the next two days or so for my next post. Promise!
Now I need to keep my end of the deal: new postings for you.
Honest, I am working on it. I have a good six or seven encounters I haven't even started on formulating - well, outside of my head. Inside - they're all golden. Hopefully, some I will have images to post with as well. I know you all like that - and the hits seem to go up a bit when there are those involved.
I get it: sex sells.
That being said - I also need to drastically update my BlogRoll. There were some good sites on there, but they haven't been posting. And I don't mean BikeGuy lazy, I mean months and months and months of inactivity.
This can't happen. I found a few other sites that do list me in their BlogRoll (honest guys, i had no idea!), so I need to look around and see what is what and get more good links back. It's only fair.
If there are those of you out there who do link to me, let me know. I'll see what is what and go from there.
Look in the next two days or so for my next post. Promise!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
2 Night @ Crew Club
For all the time I have spent on the road, one thing I have not done is hit the baths.
But this last trip I found it almost necessary. Some dipshit for Craigslist was systematically going through and flagging all the ads, which prompts CL to delete them all. It made getting laid extremely difficult. It also bought me a temporary (?) ban from being able to post there, at least under my email address.
Gay.com was not much better in terms of hook-ups and I've sworn off Manhunt, because it costs and it just doesn't work.
So off to the baths it was. After getting a 30 day membership (I'll be back next month!), I opted to get a locker. If I really liked someone who wasn't into the public sex aspect of it or didn't have a room - I had a hotel about 3 blocks away.
I haven't been to the tubs anywhere in over a decade. Not much has changed. Sauna. Shower. Steam Room. Private rooms. Lockers. Work out equipment (which I've never ever ever seen anyone use). This place did not have a darker video room. And like many baths - this also did not have a gloryhole room. Shame.
But I've always had luck in the steam room, so off I went. At first it wasn't very steamy, but I forget how they pump it in there on an interval basis. ...not really remembering this early enough gave me a nice 1st degree burn on my leg as I was standing next to where they pump it out from.
While in there though, I was immediately offered a hot daddy dick. I went down and he held my head and pumped my face. Soon enough, others gathered around to watch - including one hunky hunky man who's own fat dick was within lip reach. I went back and forth between the two - but the daddy guy made a move to finger the hot guy's ass, which he didn't want. He left.
Daddy followed - not like anyone was thinking he had a second shot. But other guys were there and suck-swaps ensued. Nothing great. I headed to the sauna. Zilch.
Unfortunately, I'm pretty blind w/out my glasses, so going through the hallways and looking into darkened rooms with guys in them, with the lights off is always a risky scene. I could end up with StudMan or one of the trolls living under the bridge in the 3 Billgoats Gruff story.
Back to the steam room for me. Another ok daddy, but one with a nice 8" stiff stiff dick. Viagra? I'm assuming. He did turn me around in there and I will say I love this about the steam room - I sweat so much, it is the only lube you'd need. It's all we used.
He pushed into me and went to town. No thought to who he was throwing the fuck to. Just pounded and pumped. A few guys watching. It's always amazing how no one says anything in there. Just the sound of steam.
After about 7 minutes, there was the sound of a groan as he unloaded up my ass. The crowd dispersed quicker than I would have thought. Actually, I thought someone would have taken his place - but it didn't happen. I had to leave shortly after that, as it was 2a and I had to leave for work at 7a.
The next night was a rainy one. The crowd was fewer. A few hunky guys. Two of whom I saw go into one room. The noises that ensued told me they both got their nut. The cuter of the two left shortly after. About 3o minutes later, the other guy joined me in the sauna. Eventually we went back to his room.
He had an ok dick, but was much more interested in mine. I get that. I couldn't figure out his deal. He liked to come close to my face/lips, but would not touch. Would not kiss. He seemed starved for affection or attention - unloved but not unlovable.
He loved rubbing my beard with his hands. Slowly, gently gliding over it with his fingers. As if exploring a man for the first time. Since he had been with someone else not that long ago, I knew this not to be the case.
But the man was a liar. How much of one, I don't know. And I don't care. He claimed he hadn't been with anyone else or gotten off. My Spidey senses told me otherwise.
He had rubbers, but didn't want to fuck. He had lube but didn't use it. He had a pierced nipple but claimed to be married - to a woman. Maybe. Maybe not.
We did eventually get around to fucking. Him in me. Him bare. Him hesitant. Him claiming he would not cum in me - as he was married (huh?). Him eventually pulling out, kneeling over my chest and shooting his pretty big load into my goatee - and at the last minute, my opened mouth with extended tongue. (it tasted good.)
After that, he wanted to cuddle (huh?) and do more gentle stroking of my goatee and stubble. It was then he told me he worked for the Department of Health. Maybe he did - perhaps he did not. He had told so many "stories" it was hard to believe.
But on the other hand, I think most of those guys who work there are hypocrites....so you never know. I don't think he was there doing research. Do you?
But this last trip I found it almost necessary. Some dipshit for Craigslist was systematically going through and flagging all the ads, which prompts CL to delete them all. It made getting laid extremely difficult. It also bought me a temporary (?) ban from being able to post there, at least under my email address.
Gay.com was not much better in terms of hook-ups and I've sworn off Manhunt, because it costs and it just doesn't work.
So off to the baths it was. After getting a 30 day membership (I'll be back next month!), I opted to get a locker. If I really liked someone who wasn't into the public sex aspect of it or didn't have a room - I had a hotel about 3 blocks away.
I haven't been to the tubs anywhere in over a decade. Not much has changed. Sauna. Shower. Steam Room. Private rooms. Lockers. Work out equipment (which I've never ever ever seen anyone use). This place did not have a darker video room. And like many baths - this also did not have a gloryhole room. Shame.
But I've always had luck in the steam room, so off I went. At first it wasn't very steamy, but I forget how they pump it in there on an interval basis. ...not really remembering this early enough gave me a nice 1st degree burn on my leg as I was standing next to where they pump it out from.
While in there though, I was immediately offered a hot daddy dick. I went down and he held my head and pumped my face. Soon enough, others gathered around to watch - including one hunky hunky man who's own fat dick was within lip reach. I went back and forth between the two - but the daddy guy made a move to finger the hot guy's ass, which he didn't want. He left.
Daddy followed - not like anyone was thinking he had a second shot. But other guys were there and suck-swaps ensued. Nothing great. I headed to the sauna. Zilch.
Unfortunately, I'm pretty blind w/out my glasses, so going through the hallways and looking into darkened rooms with guys in them, with the lights off is always a risky scene. I could end up with StudMan or one of the trolls living under the bridge in the 3 Billgoats Gruff story.
Back to the steam room for me. Another ok daddy, but one with a nice 8" stiff stiff dick. Viagra? I'm assuming. He did turn me around in there and I will say I love this about the steam room - I sweat so much, it is the only lube you'd need. It's all we used.
He pushed into me and went to town. No thought to who he was throwing the fuck to. Just pounded and pumped. A few guys watching. It's always amazing how no one says anything in there. Just the sound of steam.
After about 7 minutes, there was the sound of a groan as he unloaded up my ass. The crowd dispersed quicker than I would have thought. Actually, I thought someone would have taken his place - but it didn't happen. I had to leave shortly after that, as it was 2a and I had to leave for work at 7a.
The next night was a rainy one. The crowd was fewer. A few hunky guys. Two of whom I saw go into one room. The noises that ensued told me they both got their nut. The cuter of the two left shortly after. About 3o minutes later, the other guy joined me in the sauna. Eventually we went back to his room.
He had an ok dick, but was much more interested in mine. I get that. I couldn't figure out his deal. He liked to come close to my face/lips, but would not touch. Would not kiss. He seemed starved for affection or attention - unloved but not unlovable.
He loved rubbing my beard with his hands. Slowly, gently gliding over it with his fingers. As if exploring a man for the first time. Since he had been with someone else not that long ago, I knew this not to be the case.
But the man was a liar. How much of one, I don't know. And I don't care. He claimed he hadn't been with anyone else or gotten off. My Spidey senses told me otherwise.
He had rubbers, but didn't want to fuck. He had lube but didn't use it. He had a pierced nipple but claimed to be married - to a woman. Maybe. Maybe not.
We did eventually get around to fucking. Him in me. Him bare. Him hesitant. Him claiming he would not cum in me - as he was married (huh?). Him eventually pulling out, kneeling over my chest and shooting his pretty big load into my goatee - and at the last minute, my opened mouth with extended tongue. (it tasted good.)
After that, he wanted to cuddle (huh?) and do more gentle stroking of my goatee and stubble. It was then he told me he worked for the Department of Health. Maybe he did - perhaps he did not. He had told so many "stories" it was hard to believe.
But on the other hand, I think most of those guys who work there are hypocrites....so you never know. I don't think he was there doing research. Do you?
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Baby, I'm The Cat
Ok, I know this is dating me, but I have been in regular on and off contact with a guy I met on mIRC eons ago. Since I think that program has been dead (or is it still around?) for at least 10 years - we've "known" each other for about 15. Odd isn't it?
I ran into him on-line this weekend and he knows about the blog and he had this observation about me. He said I was like a cat. Naturally, I had to inquire how that might be. Here was his response:
I don't completely work alone, as there must be other guys in play for me to get their nut and then chronicle all those events here. ....and I think you guys know I don't put all of those encounters to this blog. Some just are not interesting enough - for good or bad.
But his comments were interesting ones - and he did give me permission to use them. So bud - there you go. You're famous by association. : )
I ran into him on-line this weekend and he knows about the blog and he had this observation about me. He said I was like a cat. Naturally, I had to inquire how that might be. Here was his response:
- Easy on the eyes (a cat would readily agree...you're a bit modest)
- Smart, savvy, good at sizing things up and adapting
- Works alone
- Looking for ... encounters
- Looking for ... prey
I don't completely work alone, as there must be other guys in play for me to get their nut and then chronicle all those events here. ....and I think you guys know I don't put all of those encounters to this blog. Some just are not interesting enough - for good or bad.
But his comments were interesting ones - and he did give me permission to use them. So bud - there you go. You're famous by association. : )
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Phone Sex
I have other stories to tell, and a video to upload (if anyone can tell me how to easily reduce the size so that is uploads, I’m willing to hear it), but for now, I have a story from yesterday that is still fresh in my mind.
Yesterday, my “regular” Monday thing didn’t pan out. …and by "regular", I mean my last two Monday fuck sessions, where I put it to the guy – instead of the usual me taking it. He’s not answering my emails, so I thought I’d take a gander at craigslist.
I work downtown and there seemed to be a bit of a clamor for hotel sex in these ads. Lots of guys in town, in their hotels, wanting to get off or get guys off. None of the guys wanting to get off interested me or got back to me, so I made arrangements with a guy who wanted his face fucked. I thought I’d give it a try.
So, despite my earlier posts about not getting head again, clearly I’ve changed my mind. But that’s what happens when you let your dick do the thinking for you. I did ask about 1,000 times if he did indeed swallow. He said yes.
I also happened to be chatting with a guy I know from Chicago. He knew what I was doing and asked if I could accidentally leave my phone on while I played with this guy. I said I could and would.
As I rode up the elevator to the room, I called this guy and said I was about to knock on the door and to just listen.
The sucker eventually answered and he was ok looking. Nothing more than that. About my age, but a little worse for the wear. No judgment, just the way it was. He stood in front of me and I told, ‘go to it – that’s why I’m here’. He sank to his knees.
I told him to ‘take it out’, but he didn’t do a good job at it. I found myself being louder than I normally would have been and a bit more vocal. Let’s face it, I was putting on a performance at this point: for the cocksucker, for my phone guy and for me too.
The guy was too slow or I was too impatient and I had to undo the belt and button. He did take care of the zipper. He was impressed when my semi-hard dick flopped out. I never tire of guys liking my dick – even if I am not in a giving mood.
Anyway, I’ve become more comfortable in my ever-changing role. Not so deep-down, I know I’m not a top, but I think I missed a calling by not ever enrolling in a school play. I seem to take on the role seamlessly and do a more than convincing act.
I talked down to the guy, literally and figuratively. I buried my dick in his throat and he choked and gagged. He liked my poppers – as I have never seen a guy take such deep and long hits off them in my life.
But I would get my dick all the way in his throat. I can’t say it was the most comfortable for me, but we got it there. There was not velvety smooth feeling. He’d gag. He’d cough some. I’d let up a bit. We’d go back at it.
He never said ‘no’ (not that I gave him much of a chance) and I kept up the verbal part for my phone guy. The words, ‘cocksucker’, ‘choke on it’, ‘eat my dick’ were used frequently – or some variations. Use your imagination – I know you know the score and the script.
At one point, I got him where he was sitting on the floor, his head against the mattress and pressed between my thighs. I fucked his face, just like his ad stated. He gagged and I didn’t care. He coughed and I could care less. He had tears running slightly out of the corners of his eyes and I loved it…..because I had been there before. Hundreds of times.
I knew I was putting on a good show for all involved.
Then, I insisted we move to where he sat in a similar position but against the desk, so I could watch myself in the mirror. But I also got to put the phone on the desk, right behind his head and where I could lean over and do my vocal role.
More poppers for him. For face fucking for me. More tears coming from him. More degradation coming from me.
I finally told him I needed to shoot and that he was to take it. I buried my dick and unleashed my week old load.
He struggled with it, no doubt….or perhaps he was putting on a good show too. I told him (and the guy on the other end of the phone) over and over, ‘no. no. no! – you will keep swallowing. You will take it all’. I’m sure I was telling anyone out in the hall who may have been walking by.
When I was done, without a word, I pulled up my pants and buckled them. I grabbed my phone from his desk and walked out of the room, my nuts a little lighter.
I wasn’t five feet from the door when my phone bud, who was still on, and I started talking. He was very impressed with my role-changing abilities, as he has “known” me as only a dick-taking bottom.
He could hear everything: the guy and me. That was perfect, because I hate playing to an empty theatre.
This is why I think I would do so well being in a video!
Yesterday, my “regular” Monday thing didn’t pan out. …and by "regular", I mean my last two Monday fuck sessions, where I put it to the guy – instead of the usual me taking it. He’s not answering my emails, so I thought I’d take a gander at craigslist.
I work downtown and there seemed to be a bit of a clamor for hotel sex in these ads. Lots of guys in town, in their hotels, wanting to get off or get guys off. None of the guys wanting to get off interested me or got back to me, so I made arrangements with a guy who wanted his face fucked. I thought I’d give it a try.
So, despite my earlier posts about not getting head again, clearly I’ve changed my mind. But that’s what happens when you let your dick do the thinking for you. I did ask about 1,000 times if he did indeed swallow. He said yes.
I also happened to be chatting with a guy I know from Chicago. He knew what I was doing and asked if I could accidentally leave my phone on while I played with this guy. I said I could and would.
As I rode up the elevator to the room, I called this guy and said I was about to knock on the door and to just listen.
The sucker eventually answered and he was ok looking. Nothing more than that. About my age, but a little worse for the wear. No judgment, just the way it was. He stood in front of me and I told, ‘go to it – that’s why I’m here’. He sank to his knees.
I told him to ‘take it out’, but he didn’t do a good job at it. I found myself being louder than I normally would have been and a bit more vocal. Let’s face it, I was putting on a performance at this point: for the cocksucker, for my phone guy and for me too.
The guy was too slow or I was too impatient and I had to undo the belt and button. He did take care of the zipper. He was impressed when my semi-hard dick flopped out. I never tire of guys liking my dick – even if I am not in a giving mood.
Anyway, I’ve become more comfortable in my ever-changing role. Not so deep-down, I know I’m not a top, but I think I missed a calling by not ever enrolling in a school play. I seem to take on the role seamlessly and do a more than convincing act.
I talked down to the guy, literally and figuratively. I buried my dick in his throat and he choked and gagged. He liked my poppers – as I have never seen a guy take such deep and long hits off them in my life.
But I would get my dick all the way in his throat. I can’t say it was the most comfortable for me, but we got it there. There was not velvety smooth feeling. He’d gag. He’d cough some. I’d let up a bit. We’d go back at it.
He never said ‘no’ (not that I gave him much of a chance) and I kept up the verbal part for my phone guy. The words, ‘cocksucker’, ‘choke on it’, ‘eat my dick’ were used frequently – or some variations. Use your imagination – I know you know the score and the script.
At one point, I got him where he was sitting on the floor, his head against the mattress and pressed between my thighs. I fucked his face, just like his ad stated. He gagged and I didn’t care. He coughed and I could care less. He had tears running slightly out of the corners of his eyes and I loved it…..because I had been there before. Hundreds of times.
I knew I was putting on a good show for all involved.
Then, I insisted we move to where he sat in a similar position but against the desk, so I could watch myself in the mirror. But I also got to put the phone on the desk, right behind his head and where I could lean over and do my vocal role.
More poppers for him. For face fucking for me. More tears coming from him. More degradation coming from me.
I finally told him I needed to shoot and that he was to take it. I buried my dick and unleashed my week old load.
He struggled with it, no doubt….or perhaps he was putting on a good show too. I told him (and the guy on the other end of the phone) over and over, ‘no. no. no! – you will keep swallowing. You will take it all’. I’m sure I was telling anyone out in the hall who may have been walking by.
When I was done, without a word, I pulled up my pants and buckled them. I grabbed my phone from his desk and walked out of the room, my nuts a little lighter.
I wasn’t five feet from the door when my phone bud, who was still on, and I started talking. He was very impressed with my role-changing abilities, as he has “known” me as only a dick-taking bottom.
He could hear everything: the guy and me. That was perfect, because I hate playing to an empty theatre.
This is why I think I would do so well being in a video!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Office Suck - Redux
When you got a good deal – why fuck it up?
Invariably I am sure I will, but for at least one more time, I ran with it.
I had a second meeting at the law office with the big-dicked attorney. He works alone in the office on Friday, but I still couldn’t get over there before 4p due to my schedule.
Clearly it is casual Friday for him, as he was in a golf shirt and shorts. I was in full suit & tie.
Immediately upon my arrival, we were in his office, door closed and locked (just in case). His pants were down, and my zipper got pulled south to free up BikeGuy Jr.
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Like last time, we swapped off on taking each other. Him taking me down to the root – me, just "learning how to suck dick".
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The entire session turned out ok, but nothing more than that. See - I'm already fucking it up. I've had him twice and I'm already becoming bored. That is so my M.O.
The guy is ok, but except for his dick, I'm not drawn to him in anyway shape or form. ....which I guess is what I'm usually about. But even those are usually one-timers. He is a perfect candidate for a gloryhole dick that I would service over and over again.
As it turns out, he is changing jobs and firms. He has no idea what his set-up will be like and if he can host. So my issues might be moot anyway.
Invariably I am sure I will, but for at least one more time, I ran with it.
I had a second meeting at the law office with the big-dicked attorney. He works alone in the office on Friday, but I still couldn’t get over there before 4p due to my schedule.
Clearly it is casual Friday for him, as he was in a golf shirt and shorts. I was in full suit & tie.
Immediately upon my arrival, we were in his office, door closed and locked (just in case). His pants were down, and my zipper got pulled south to free up BikeGuy Jr.
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Yup – that’s me. Or at least, part of me - in his office.
Like last time, we swapped off on taking each other. Him taking me down to the root – me, just "learning how to suck dick".
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This is me "tentatively" putting my lips on his cock!
The entire session turned out ok, but nothing more than that. See - I'm already fucking it up. I've had him twice and I'm already becoming bored. That is so my M.O.
The guy is ok, but except for his dick, I'm not drawn to him in anyway shape or form. ....which I guess is what I'm usually about. But even those are usually one-timers. He is a perfect candidate for a gloryhole dick that I would service over and over again.
As it turns out, he is changing jobs and firms. He has no idea what his set-up will be like and if he can host. So my issues might be moot anyway.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
BikeGuy Throws a Fuck
What is happening to me?
As you go through my 200+ posts, you can count on one hand how many times I’ve topped during the life of this blog.
Orally, yeah – I’ve let myself get serviced a number of times, but I’m not talking fellatio here. No, this is backdoor action.
A week or two ago, I was contacted by some guy via craigslist. It is possible I contacted him, but to be honest, I cannot remember at this point. He wanted to suck me and I was coming off that last bad blowjob where the guy spilled my own load out of his mouth into my own pubes.
The guy (no idea what his name is) had me come by his place of employ to do this. It was a workday, but I was in route from my home office to a client, so I stopped. The bar wasn’t open yet, but the door was. I walked in. We introduced and he locked the door and we went into the office.
He was not bad looking. 6’, maybe 170. Swarthy looks – I’m guessing Italian. Olive skin, with little chest hair. What hair he had anywhere was jet black. He also had a nice dick – I’d say 8”, very fat and uncut. The guy was a pretty good cocksucker. Not great, but pretty good. I was horned up and I made sure he was going to take the load. He said it wouldn’t be a problem. …and it wasn’t. He sucked, he swallowed. I was on my way.
But he kept emailing me – and wanting more. He loved the fact that I am “married”. …and by that, he saw the ring I was wearing and made assumptions. I took that little nugget and ran with it. Call it role-play, call it deceit, call it whatever you want. Guys lie – whatever it takes to get what they want.
The following week I ended up at his semi-dump of an apartment and he was there, door ajar, him waiting for me to find him in the bedroom. He was stripped and laying face down on the red sheets. He crawled over to me, but stayed on the bed, as I stood beside it. His hand went to my zipper and pulled it down. It took both his hands to keep the opening open and fish my hardening 8” dick out of my fly.
He sucked and he did a better job than the week prior. I let him go at it for awhile, but pushed him away when I’d start thinking of finishing that way. I would then direct him to my balls. He asked how many days there were in there and I told him 7 days. You could see him calculating in his head that he had been with me 7 days ago.
“Dude. You haven’t gotten off since then? Haven’t you fucked your wife?”. I told him I hadn’t, which technically was not a lie. Anyway, I pushed him off my dick and told him I wasn’t there to get sucked off again – as we had discussed in email we both wanted more. I told him to ‘lube me up’.
He grabbed his bottle and poured it on me, generously. I was slick. I was hard. I was ready.
This guy said he’d never been fucked bare before and only seen it in the movies. He also said he hadn’t been fucked since November 2007. I slid in with little resistance. Men lie.
I pulled this guy (g-d, I’ve got to give him a name), to the edge of the bed, as I never ventured on to it. His ass was at the side of the bed, me standing behind him, sliding in and out of him at various rates and degrees of intensity. If I hurt him at all, he kept it to himself. I wasn’t looking to hurt him, but I wasn’t really worrying about it at the same time. I guess all those hundreds and hundreds of times of getting fucked myself, I picked up on a thing or two from those tops.
I provided him the dirty mouth he was hoping for. Obviously, I’ve been in his place physically and mentally, so I knew all the right things to say. One that I swear pushed him over the edge (and he later confirmed with me) was, “you like me doing to you what I did to my wife to make our kids?”. Possibly over the top, but he bought it hook, line and sinker.
I ended up fucking him for about 20 minutes or so – slowing down now and again to keep the magic going and to not have it end too soon. I liked the look of my dick going into him. All slick, all big, all long.
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I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out my cellphone and snapped these – since I do this so infrequently, I thought it would be good to get some kind of photographic evidence.
They are not great since there was no flash, but on the other hand, he had no idea I had taken them. Normally I would say, but my thought was – it does nothing to reveal or expose him (so to speak).
Around the 20 minute mark, I flooded his guts. I couldn’t hold back. I buried it in him and I let it go. I could feel myself spasm in him. I didn’t ask if he could feel it – but I told him I was shooting, so he knew.
That pushed him over his edge. He let his load go right into and onto his red sheets.
He went and grabbed me a washcloth afterwards and I noticed I had lube on the bottom of my dress shirt. I told him I would have to throw it in the dry cleaning bag before my wife saw it and got suspicious.
I hit the road and made it home with him writing me a thank you email and wondering when we can do it all again.
As you go through my 200+ posts, you can count on one hand how many times I’ve topped during the life of this blog.
Orally, yeah – I’ve let myself get serviced a number of times, but I’m not talking fellatio here. No, this is backdoor action.
A week or two ago, I was contacted by some guy via craigslist. It is possible I contacted him, but to be honest, I cannot remember at this point. He wanted to suck me and I was coming off that last bad blowjob where the guy spilled my own load out of his mouth into my own pubes.
The guy (no idea what his name is) had me come by his place of employ to do this. It was a workday, but I was in route from my home office to a client, so I stopped. The bar wasn’t open yet, but the door was. I walked in. We introduced and he locked the door and we went into the office.
He was not bad looking. 6’, maybe 170. Swarthy looks – I’m guessing Italian. Olive skin, with little chest hair. What hair he had anywhere was jet black. He also had a nice dick – I’d say 8”, very fat and uncut. The guy was a pretty good cocksucker. Not great, but pretty good. I was horned up and I made sure he was going to take the load. He said it wouldn’t be a problem. …and it wasn’t. He sucked, he swallowed. I was on my way.
But he kept emailing me – and wanting more. He loved the fact that I am “married”. …and by that, he saw the ring I was wearing and made assumptions. I took that little nugget and ran with it. Call it role-play, call it deceit, call it whatever you want. Guys lie – whatever it takes to get what they want.
The following week I ended up at his semi-dump of an apartment and he was there, door ajar, him waiting for me to find him in the bedroom. He was stripped and laying face down on the red sheets. He crawled over to me, but stayed on the bed, as I stood beside it. His hand went to my zipper and pulled it down. It took both his hands to keep the opening open and fish my hardening 8” dick out of my fly.
He sucked and he did a better job than the week prior. I let him go at it for awhile, but pushed him away when I’d start thinking of finishing that way. I would then direct him to my balls. He asked how many days there were in there and I told him 7 days. You could see him calculating in his head that he had been with me 7 days ago.
“Dude. You haven’t gotten off since then? Haven’t you fucked your wife?”. I told him I hadn’t, which technically was not a lie. Anyway, I pushed him off my dick and told him I wasn’t there to get sucked off again – as we had discussed in email we both wanted more. I told him to ‘lube me up’.
He grabbed his bottle and poured it on me, generously. I was slick. I was hard. I was ready.
This guy said he’d never been fucked bare before and only seen it in the movies. He also said he hadn’t been fucked since November 2007. I slid in with little resistance. Men lie.
I pulled this guy (g-d, I’ve got to give him a name), to the edge of the bed, as I never ventured on to it. His ass was at the side of the bed, me standing behind him, sliding in and out of him at various rates and degrees of intensity. If I hurt him at all, he kept it to himself. I wasn’t looking to hurt him, but I wasn’t really worrying about it at the same time. I guess all those hundreds and hundreds of times of getting fucked myself, I picked up on a thing or two from those tops.
I provided him the dirty mouth he was hoping for. Obviously, I’ve been in his place physically and mentally, so I knew all the right things to say. One that I swear pushed him over the edge (and he later confirmed with me) was, “you like me doing to you what I did to my wife to make our kids?”. Possibly over the top, but he bought it hook, line and sinker.
I ended up fucking him for about 20 minutes or so – slowing down now and again to keep the magic going and to not have it end too soon. I liked the look of my dick going into him. All slick, all big, all long.
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I reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out my cellphone and snapped these – since I do this so infrequently, I thought it would be good to get some kind of photographic evidence.
They are not great since there was no flash, but on the other hand, he had no idea I had taken them. Normally I would say, but my thought was – it does nothing to reveal or expose him (so to speak).
Around the 20 minute mark, I flooded his guts. I couldn’t hold back. I buried it in him and I let it go. I could feel myself spasm in him. I didn’t ask if he could feel it – but I told him I was shooting, so he knew.
That pushed him over his edge. He let his load go right into and onto his red sheets.
He went and grabbed me a washcloth afterwards and I noticed I had lube on the bottom of my dress shirt. I told him I would have to throw it in the dry cleaning bag before my wife saw it and got suspicious.
I hit the road and made it home with him writing me a thank you email and wondering when we can do it all again.
Friday, July 04, 2008
XTube Hottie
I haven't done an X-Tube embedding for this blog yet. ...and I'm not now - but not for lack of trying.
This fucking stud has not opted to be able embed this video. I can appreciate that.
He bills it as a non-sexual video - that happens to be the most sexual than any of the steamiest of guy on guy action.
Part of me would like to keep this one to myself, but I find that I can't.
Enjoy him. Fuck man - I did. ...and would.
This fucking stud has not opted to be able embed this video. I can appreciate that.
He bills it as a non-sexual video - that happens to be the most sexual than any of the steamiest of guy on guy action.
Part of me would like to keep this one to myself, but I find that I can't.
Enjoy him. Fuck man - I did. ...and would.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
2nd One in a Day
After the mixed race guy left, I was still horny (shock!) as I had not gotten off.
Not that I needed or wanted to get off, but since I hadn’t, my sex drive was still in fast gear. From the original ad I placed, a number of people had contacted me looking for action.
As usual, many were dismissed for not reading what the ad was actually for, or that they don’t get that 5’6” and 200 lbs is not ‘ht/wt proportional’. I have nothing against those guys, but it was not what I was looking for. We all have our preferences. Or worse, your ad says stats required and they come back with “lets hook up to have some fun” – and that is their entire response.
One guy I hook up with is amazed I will meet without guys sending me pictures, and I’m willing to take my chances on a lot of things – but not on a response that sparse that not only doesn’t have the stats I asked for, but non-committal types of ‘fun’.
Anyway, one of the guys who did leave me a message said he was a smooth (as in not hairy, versus suave) black guy who liked hairy white guys. I’m one of those!
I’m not sure if he realized it, but we had chatted a number of times before via Manhunt.
He worked close by and biked over. Again, he was smart enough to get around the key card accessed elevators. He knocked. I opened.
He was thinner than the other guy and true to his word, nary a grown-up hair on his body. I don’t think she shaved or anything – this was just natural. Like the other guy, he had an 8” dick which was dark dark dark. And curved! I have never had this many curved dicks in my life, let alone in a row.
There was very little foreplay with this guy. A little sucking on my part, but mostly it was him getting me on my stomach and mounting me from behind.
Though I’m sure since I had been “violated” a little while earlier, his cock went in with ease. His curve was pretty severe, so I expected some uncomfortable feelings. Maybe his cock just fit with my insides, but it actually felt great.
The guy was all business. No talking. Definitely no talking dirty – though near the end I spurred him on a bit. It was his hands holding my wrists down in front of me while he assaulted my ass. Not a bad way to be assaulted, if you ask me.
He got close and I could tell. This is when I prompted him to tell me what he was doing. He said he was going to cum. I asked where. He told me ‘deep up your fuckin’ ass’. Yeah – exactly what I wanted to hear.
And he delivered as promised. And I took it….gladly. It was a good day
Not that I needed or wanted to get off, but since I hadn’t, my sex drive was still in fast gear. From the original ad I placed, a number of people had contacted me looking for action.
As usual, many were dismissed for not reading what the ad was actually for, or that they don’t get that 5’6” and 200 lbs is not ‘ht/wt proportional’. I have nothing against those guys, but it was not what I was looking for. We all have our preferences. Or worse, your ad says stats required and they come back with “lets hook up to have some fun” – and that is their entire response.
One guy I hook up with is amazed I will meet without guys sending me pictures, and I’m willing to take my chances on a lot of things – but not on a response that sparse that not only doesn’t have the stats I asked for, but non-committal types of ‘fun’.
Anyway, one of the guys who did leave me a message said he was a smooth (as in not hairy, versus suave) black guy who liked hairy white guys. I’m one of those!
I’m not sure if he realized it, but we had chatted a number of times before via Manhunt.
He worked close by and biked over. Again, he was smart enough to get around the key card accessed elevators. He knocked. I opened.
He was thinner than the other guy and true to his word, nary a grown-up hair on his body. I don’t think she shaved or anything – this was just natural. Like the other guy, he had an 8” dick which was dark dark dark. And curved! I have never had this many curved dicks in my life, let alone in a row.
There was very little foreplay with this guy. A little sucking on my part, but mostly it was him getting me on my stomach and mounting me from behind.
Though I’m sure since I had been “violated” a little while earlier, his cock went in with ease. His curve was pretty severe, so I expected some uncomfortable feelings. Maybe his cock just fit with my insides, but it actually felt great.
The guy was all business. No talking. Definitely no talking dirty – though near the end I spurred him on a bit. It was his hands holding my wrists down in front of me while he assaulted my ass. Not a bad way to be assaulted, if you ask me.
He got close and I could tell. This is when I prompted him to tell me what he was doing. He said he was going to cum. I asked where. He told me ‘deep up your fuckin’ ass’. Yeah – exactly what I wanted to hear.
And he delivered as promised. And I took it….gladly. It was a good day
Monday, June 30, 2008
Big & Thick
Last time I was traveling I got hit up by a guy who wanted to swing by my hotel and have some fun.
It was just an email with no photo, but he clearly knew or remembered me. He shot me back a quick description of what he looked like and I took it from there. I’ve been blessed with a pretty good memory and figured out who it was.
I had played with him a few months back. My best guess without asking him, was that he was a mixed race guy – great face with incredible eyes. I know – it sounds like I’m swooning about him and it would be easy to do. This is a sex addict blog, not a love addict one. But IF I were to find someone I’d want to “date”, he might be it.
I guess it doesn’t hurt that he has an incredible body – part of which is a 8.5” THICK prick – that curves slightly to the right. What he wants being with me is anyone’s guess. But he did – and I wanted him to come over.
More surprisingly, he was impressed that I remembered him. How could I not. BTW, I wrote about him here.
The man was smart enough to get into the elevator with another ground of guests, bypassing me having to go down and get him. There was a knock on my door and poof – there he was.
He wasn’t shy and jumped right in on touching and rubbing my body. Naturally, I was doing the same for/to him. Soon, shirts were off, pants were dropped, and briefs practically torn away.
Everything about this guy, visually, says aggressive. But in reality, that is not the case. Passive-aggressive is closer. I think he is willing to do just about anything, but it has to come out of your mouth – not his. Maybe it is being turned down as too non-vanilla (I won’t say kinky exactly) – and I have played that game, making the other guy think it was their idea.
But since I did recognize this ploy (if you will), I played along. We did a great job of me sucking his cock – in a number of positions. Both of us laying on the bed, me on my knees in front of him, me with my head on the headboard, him standing on the bed pumping my face (which really WAS the hottest).
Because of his mixed race, he is brown, but with a much lighter color. But for whatever reason, his dick is as dark as anyone’s I’ve ever seen. It’s also thick – especially at the base. …and the top ain’t too thin to begin with.
When I was doing the sucking while we were both on the bed, I went down to his balls, which were full and felt great in my mouth. They tasted great too. ….and then I went lower. I got a more than positive response with this, so I went even further south. He didn’t open his legs, but he didn’t stop me. That response when my tongue his hole was overwhelmingly good. He had a great tasting ass.
We went back to him feeding me his dick from above and I asked if he liked my tongue in his ass. He emphatically said ‘yes’. And I told him he could sit on my face any time. He immediately took me up on that offer. I was glad he did. He was glad he did – I made sure of it.
He lowered his ass right to my face and I went to town. He was clean, but musky and I went in as deep as Mr. Tongue would go. But he was ‘ooohing and aaahhhing’ enough for anyone in the hallway to hear. And I’m good with that – as you know.
And he wanted more than my tongue – but not up his ass. More like he wanted mine. I hesitated due to his thickness, but I wanted to try – for him and for me. It was tough – very much so, but with enough Boy Butter and poppers, much is possible. This was one of those things he wanted but didn’t want to ask for. Maybe he feels most guys shy away from his size and it is a rejection kind of thing – which is a shame, but understandable for a dick his size.
He lay back and I eased myself on to him. It was going to be the only way with this – and we both knew it, though no one ever said it. And it wasn’t easy getting down on it. I’m not convinced it was every ALL in, but most of it was. I enjoyed it because he enjoyed it, but I’d be lying if I said it felt great. Given time and acclimation – over a period of a week – I’m sure it would have. But at this point, I felt over stretched and in a bit of pain.
We did change position, with me in a downward facing dog position on the bed and him standing behind me. It probably helped that I had sat on it for a bit and rode him. Between me being so tight (or really, isn’t everyone tight to a guy like this?) or the build-up of the 45 minute foreplay, he didn’t last that long….which was just fine with me.
He yelped out as he came – another thing the neighbors could hear, if I had any. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care. There was no way not to feel him throbbing in me. I could have taken his pulse he was so thick. But I could feel every throb of his shaft as he unloaded into me.
As you know I love getting guys off more than me ever getting my nut, so I was thrilled I got him to go over the edge. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’m hoping he’ll want to do it again also.
Normally, I do not hang on to the email addresses of my tricks, because, I’m always looking for that someone new – but as you’ve read here, I have a few semi/pseudo-regulars. I’d gladly add him to that list.
After he was all cleaned up, he came over and kissed me (!!) and said he hoped he would have enough energy to make it through this work-out at the gym.
Personally, I hope I drained him.
It was just an email with no photo, but he clearly knew or remembered me. He shot me back a quick description of what he looked like and I took it from there. I’ve been blessed with a pretty good memory and figured out who it was.
I had played with him a few months back. My best guess without asking him, was that he was a mixed race guy – great face with incredible eyes. I know – it sounds like I’m swooning about him and it would be easy to do. This is a sex addict blog, not a love addict one. But IF I were to find someone I’d want to “date”, he might be it.
I guess it doesn’t hurt that he has an incredible body – part of which is a 8.5” THICK prick – that curves slightly to the right. What he wants being with me is anyone’s guess. But he did – and I wanted him to come over.
More surprisingly, he was impressed that I remembered him. How could I not. BTW, I wrote about him here.
The man was smart enough to get into the elevator with another ground of guests, bypassing me having to go down and get him. There was a knock on my door and poof – there he was.
He wasn’t shy and jumped right in on touching and rubbing my body. Naturally, I was doing the same for/to him. Soon, shirts were off, pants were dropped, and briefs practically torn away.
Everything about this guy, visually, says aggressive. But in reality, that is not the case. Passive-aggressive is closer. I think he is willing to do just about anything, but it has to come out of your mouth – not his. Maybe it is being turned down as too non-vanilla (I won’t say kinky exactly) – and I have played that game, making the other guy think it was their idea.
But since I did recognize this ploy (if you will), I played along. We did a great job of me sucking his cock – in a number of positions. Both of us laying on the bed, me on my knees in front of him, me with my head on the headboard, him standing on the bed pumping my face (which really WAS the hottest).
Because of his mixed race, he is brown, but with a much lighter color. But for whatever reason, his dick is as dark as anyone’s I’ve ever seen. It’s also thick – especially at the base. …and the top ain’t too thin to begin with.
When I was doing the sucking while we were both on the bed, I went down to his balls, which were full and felt great in my mouth. They tasted great too. ….and then I went lower. I got a more than positive response with this, so I went even further south. He didn’t open his legs, but he didn’t stop me. That response when my tongue his hole was overwhelmingly good. He had a great tasting ass.
We went back to him feeding me his dick from above and I asked if he liked my tongue in his ass. He emphatically said ‘yes’. And I told him he could sit on my face any time. He immediately took me up on that offer. I was glad he did. He was glad he did – I made sure of it.
He lowered his ass right to my face and I went to town. He was clean, but musky and I went in as deep as Mr. Tongue would go. But he was ‘ooohing and aaahhhing’ enough for anyone in the hallway to hear. And I’m good with that – as you know.
And he wanted more than my tongue – but not up his ass. More like he wanted mine. I hesitated due to his thickness, but I wanted to try – for him and for me. It was tough – very much so, but with enough Boy Butter and poppers, much is possible. This was one of those things he wanted but didn’t want to ask for. Maybe he feels most guys shy away from his size and it is a rejection kind of thing – which is a shame, but understandable for a dick his size.
He lay back and I eased myself on to him. It was going to be the only way with this – and we both knew it, though no one ever said it. And it wasn’t easy getting down on it. I’m not convinced it was every ALL in, but most of it was. I enjoyed it because he enjoyed it, but I’d be lying if I said it felt great. Given time and acclimation – over a period of a week – I’m sure it would have. But at this point, I felt over stretched and in a bit of pain.
We did change position, with me in a downward facing dog position on the bed and him standing behind me. It probably helped that I had sat on it for a bit and rode him. Between me being so tight (or really, isn’t everyone tight to a guy like this?) or the build-up of the 45 minute foreplay, he didn’t last that long….which was just fine with me.
He yelped out as he came – another thing the neighbors could hear, if I had any. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care. There was no way not to feel him throbbing in me. I could have taken his pulse he was so thick. But I could feel every throb of his shaft as he unloaded into me.
As you know I love getting guys off more than me ever getting my nut, so I was thrilled I got him to go over the edge. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’m hoping he’ll want to do it again also.
Normally, I do not hang on to the email addresses of my tricks, because, I’m always looking for that someone new – but as you’ve read here, I have a few semi/pseudo-regulars. I’d gladly add him to that list.
After he was all cleaned up, he came over and kissed me (!!) and said he hoped he would have enough energy to make it through this work-out at the gym.
Personally, I hope I drained him.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
28 year old Suck Job
So when I was in DC last week, I did have a good time – when I wasn’t working, that is.
The hotel was great, except for the fact that it had one of those elevators that would only work with an active room key – which meant, the guys I hooked up with had to figure out to hop a ride with another hotel guest, or I had to go down and meet them.
One guy was younger than I normally go for – he left his description on my email as such:
28 6'4 180 white jock hung 8 inches looking to swing by and get sucked off very real here. no bullshit and looking for discreet. very real here.
Well, he was everything he said he would be, but being late at night, I knew I’d have to go down and meet him, as lobby traffic would be slow. And he was not dressed at all for this hotel – crappy t-shirt, hip-hop-ish shorts that were off his hips exposing his briefs. He was not the normal clientele for this establishment.
The guy was stoned out of his mind and I probably should have thought better of letting him upstairs, but it was a calculated risk I was willing to take.
We got to my room and he wanted to get right down to business, which is great because, I wasn’t looking for him to stick around longer than needed. He dropped his shorts and leaned back on the bed, facing the floor to ceiling window…..which you know I’m ok with. First, I’m a complete exhibitionist and secondly, we were on the 8th floor so not easily visible.
His dick was great. I’d say bigger than 8”, maybe by half and inch. It stood straight up and curved well to his right (my left). The guy just leaned back on both elbows and let me do my thing – and I did a good job.
He had some great moans and groans and a few hip thrust, but mostly he let me do what I do best. I don’t know if he was straight or gay – and it really didn’t matter. He was there to have a mouth on his dick, and I was there to put it in mine. It was a win-win.
The entire scenario lasted maybe 20 minutes. He liked his balls played with, lapped at or sucked. But he really liked that I could take him all the way down.
The closer he got, the more vocal he got. I’m ok with that. I don’t know if my neighbors were, but I didn’t really care. Admittedly, I like the possibility that they can hear and have an idea what is going on. They might not know the act – or that it’s two guys, but they know someone is getting their nut.
He blew a nice big load and it tasted just fine. I stayed on it until he was done, but when I tried to milk it he pushed me away – as I think he was just too sensitive. I understand and respect that.
But once I was off of it, he pulled up his shorts and headed to the door. No idle chit-chat. No even asking to use the restroom. He showed up. He came. He was gone. They should all be that easy.
The hotel was great, except for the fact that it had one of those elevators that would only work with an active room key – which meant, the guys I hooked up with had to figure out to hop a ride with another hotel guest, or I had to go down and meet them.
One guy was younger than I normally go for – he left his description on my email as such:
28 6'4 180 white jock hung 8 inches looking to swing by and get sucked off very real here. no bullshit and looking for discreet. very real here.
Well, he was everything he said he would be, but being late at night, I knew I’d have to go down and meet him, as lobby traffic would be slow. And he was not dressed at all for this hotel – crappy t-shirt, hip-hop-ish shorts that were off his hips exposing his briefs. He was not the normal clientele for this establishment.
The guy was stoned out of his mind and I probably should have thought better of letting him upstairs, but it was a calculated risk I was willing to take.
We got to my room and he wanted to get right down to business, which is great because, I wasn’t looking for him to stick around longer than needed. He dropped his shorts and leaned back on the bed, facing the floor to ceiling window…..which you know I’m ok with. First, I’m a complete exhibitionist and secondly, we were on the 8th floor so not easily visible.
His dick was great. I’d say bigger than 8”, maybe by half and inch. It stood straight up and curved well to his right (my left). The guy just leaned back on both elbows and let me do my thing – and I did a good job.
He had some great moans and groans and a few hip thrust, but mostly he let me do what I do best. I don’t know if he was straight or gay – and it really didn’t matter. He was there to have a mouth on his dick, and I was there to put it in mine. It was a win-win.
The entire scenario lasted maybe 20 minutes. He liked his balls played with, lapped at or sucked. But he really liked that I could take him all the way down.
The closer he got, the more vocal he got. I’m ok with that. I don’t know if my neighbors were, but I didn’t really care. Admittedly, I like the possibility that they can hear and have an idea what is going on. They might not know the act – or that it’s two guys, but they know someone is getting their nut.
He blew a nice big load and it tasted just fine. I stayed on it until he was done, but when I tried to milk it he pushed me away – as I think he was just too sensitive. I understand and respect that.
But once I was off of it, he pulled up his shorts and headed to the door. No idle chit-chat. No even asking to use the restroom. He showed up. He came. He was gone. They should all be that easy.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
I'm w/RawTop on this One
A few weeks ago, RawTop wrote a blog entry where he is tempted to reveal identities of guys are who are basically flakes. I'd take it a step further and post their pics, if they provided them to me.
It has become clear to me that I'm slow. Slow to act. Slow to react. Slow to learn my lesson. You may as well just get one of those yellow diamond shaped signs that say: SLOW CHILD.
Deep down, I know I'm not a feeder or much of a top - yet for some reason, this last 6-8 months I have been trying to spread those wings - almost all have been unsuccessful attempts. Yesterday, in DC was no different.
I had successfully extracted a number of loads out of a number of different guys the few days before (more on those in a later post), so I thought on my last morning, I'd let someone help me get rid of my load.
Now, I've been blessed with a nice dick (I cannot take any credit for it - it was just standard issue on my model) so attracting guys to it is like flies to honey. Yeah, usually the wrong kind of fly, but still......
I did get a number of responses that intrigued me - and by guys who weren't too horrible and even pretty hot looking. While I have crafted good craigslist ads when I want to eat (or more), I need some work on perfecting when I need to feed - though I don't think that will be a problem, because I cannot see me doing it again. I'll stick to eating.
Anyway, I had a full seven day load in my nuts and thought I would reward someone. Here was my final selection:
Service oriented, eager gwm btm. 40, 5-9, 165#, fit, masc, shaved head, go-t, mod hairy, 7"c, expert cocksucker, tight willing hole, neg/ddf, discreet, safe, sane. love servicing a verbal top that knows what he wants and how he wants it. into sucking cock, balls, and more.
He showed up and looked just like his pics and his stats, so it started off promising.
And I will say, the guy had a nice mouth and a great tongue - and he had a flicking way of using said tongue on my ass that I am going to have to try to incorporate into my own oral skills.
While my ad clearly stated that I did not want my load wasted, I once again made the mistake of asking before they came over if they would indeed swallow every single drop. I'm too trusting. Or I think like a cocksucker - since I am one - that all cocksuckers want or crave the load. Silly me. Again.
During the blowjob, I asked the "cocksucker" when the last time he swallowed a load. I just assumed he would say something like 'yesterday', but my back went up when he responded 'months and months ago'. It somewhat quelled my fears when he responded, "because no one has forced me to take it." ...and he said it with a dirty look that I would have given any of my feeders.
So when it came time to unleash, I held him down and I held him down hard. And I held him down long. I didn't give him a centimeter to wriggle with between my crotch and his lips. If he insinuated he needed to be forced, then dammit, I'm running with it.
Then the motherfucker coughed up every drop I shot into my pubes and crotch. The asshole had no intention of taking any of it.
I couldn't hold back at least a look of major disdain. Or verbal. I pretty much told him to get the fuck out, while I went to clean up.
But trust me on the temptation to post his email and picture here. When I put a pic up here, I am pretty good about cropping out distinguishing features - but oh to do the full body and face shot!
When it comes down to it, I'm a bigger man than he is.
I'm going back to just servicing guys and not use my own dick. It is just not worth it.
It has become clear to me that I'm slow. Slow to act. Slow to react. Slow to learn my lesson. You may as well just get one of those yellow diamond shaped signs that say: SLOW CHILD.
Deep down, I know I'm not a feeder or much of a top - yet for some reason, this last 6-8 months I have been trying to spread those wings - almost all have been unsuccessful attempts. Yesterday, in DC was no different.
I had successfully extracted a number of loads out of a number of different guys the few days before (more on those in a later post), so I thought on my last morning, I'd let someone help me get rid of my load.
Now, I've been blessed with a nice dick (I cannot take any credit for it - it was just standard issue on my model) so attracting guys to it is like flies to honey. Yeah, usually the wrong kind of fly, but still......
I did get a number of responses that intrigued me - and by guys who weren't too horrible and even pretty hot looking. While I have crafted good craigslist ads when I want to eat (or more), I need some work on perfecting when I need to feed - though I don't think that will be a problem, because I cannot see me doing it again. I'll stick to eating.
Anyway, I had a full seven day load in my nuts and thought I would reward someone. Here was my final selection:
Service oriented, eager gwm btm. 40, 5-9, 165#, fit, masc, shaved head, go-t, mod hairy, 7"c, expert cocksucker, tight willing hole, neg/ddf, discreet, safe, sane. love servicing a verbal top that knows what he wants and how he wants it. into sucking cock, balls, and more.
He showed up and looked just like his pics and his stats, so it started off promising.
And I will say, the guy had a nice mouth and a great tongue - and he had a flicking way of using said tongue on my ass that I am going to have to try to incorporate into my own oral skills.
While my ad clearly stated that I did not want my load wasted, I once again made the mistake of asking before they came over if they would indeed swallow every single drop. I'm too trusting. Or I think like a cocksucker - since I am one - that all cocksuckers want or crave the load. Silly me. Again.
During the blowjob, I asked the "cocksucker" when the last time he swallowed a load. I just assumed he would say something like 'yesterday', but my back went up when he responded 'months and months ago'. It somewhat quelled my fears when he responded, "because no one has forced me to take it." ...and he said it with a dirty look that I would have given any of my feeders.
So when it came time to unleash, I held him down and I held him down hard. And I held him down long. I didn't give him a centimeter to wriggle with between my crotch and his lips. If he insinuated he needed to be forced, then dammit, I'm running with it.
Then the motherfucker coughed up every drop I shot into my pubes and crotch. The asshole had no intention of taking any of it.
I couldn't hold back at least a look of major disdain. Or verbal. I pretty much told him to get the fuck out, while I went to clean up.
But trust me on the temptation to post his email and picture here. When I put a pic up here, I am pretty good about cropping out distinguishing features - but oh to do the full body and face shot!
When it comes down to it, I'm a bigger man than he is.
I'm going back to just servicing guys and not use my own dick. It is just not worth it.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Office Suck Off
Last Tuesday I was horny and hit our local craigslist. It is something I rarely do – mostly because I don’t have time when in town to find a hook-up and secondly the guys who post there or respond there are the same 18 guys. I’ve already done them and/or rejected them (or them me).
The day started off bad. A guy in a hotel 3 blocks from where I worked. Should have been easy – right? Well, just by me posing that question, you know it wasn’t.
He had multiple guys respond. He wanted a group. He wanted pics and phone numbers. He replied when he wanted, but nothing ever definitive. He wouldn’t answer the emails asking what his room number was.
Only when I called him out for being a flake did he start responding. But then it was, the one guy who showed up now doesn’t want an audience. Then it was, my co-workers are out in the halls and seeing people come and go from his room would be bad.
That last one? Bullshit!
Having been a trick or had them in hotel rooms 100s of times over, no one has ever escorted me to the door and peeked their head out to see who was in the hallway. Especially when the host said he was only in his boxers. Co-workers or not, they just don’t go into the halls let alone to see who is there. And 30 minutes later, the co-workers still in the hall? Gimme a fuckin break.
Then he wants to know if I can do it in my office (though I had already told him I couldn’t). Then, could we do it in a car. I finally had to tell him to ‘go fuck off’.
Later in the day, I started on-line conversing with a lawyer who works about 5 blocks from me. I was a little ambivalent at this point, until he showed me this:
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
How could I turn THAT down? Better yet – why would I?
The guys was ok. Clearly Jewish, which is ok with me, as I love me a Semitic man. And he is a lawyer. Yes, no stereotypical jokes, please.
Oh, and he kind of thought I was married and I kind of didn’t correct him. I also might of, sort of, kind of, led him to believe that I have only sucked dick 3-4 times before in my life. Ooops.
He took all that information and just ran with it.
The cock in person (in his office, after hours) was magnificent. No other way to describe it. Just fucking beautiful. Over 8” – about my size – but much thick and with a nicer head. Huge nuts too.
In person, he was kind of nebbish, but not undoable. He told me he was married - but if he has a wife, then I have a wife! If it is role play we want, then I can go along.
Anyway, I stroked the shaft in awe, the way a novice, married guy might do (I have no real benchmark for this one).
At some point I went to my knees and “tried” to get it in my mouth. To me, my “coughs and gags" were lame, but he seemed to buy them, talking me through how to take a dick. His dick. I kept pulling off asking if I was doing an ok job. He assured me I was.
He did switch places with me and go down on me. The guy was a Class A cocksucker. No way he was married. Or has a lot of free time where he can find time to practice taking big dicks down his throat.
He stood up and I went back down, but he wanted to jack off for me, putting his dick back in my mouth only about 30 seconds before he was ready to blow. I was ok with that.
I will say, the guy had a MASSIVE load. I hadn't blown for 9 days and he said his was 2. I couldn't imagine what his would have been like had he held out another week.
My little jig might have been up there, as I did not miss one single drop - or cough, or gag. Swallowed him all. If he noticed any of that, he said nothing.
Quickly we switched places. Soon my dick was back down his throat and I was ready to blow. I told him how much I cum and how long it had been since last time I shot. He assured me he could take it.
Sigh.
Like the last few times - they say they can, but they can't. He coughed. He gagged. If he swallowed any, it was little - as he reached for a tissue and I think he spit most of it into there. He kept apologizing saying there was too much.
Is there such a thing as too much cum? If so, I have yet to experience it.
So the day wasn't a complete loss - as I got a huge jewish load. But I was frustrated with guy #1 (which I am still not convinced wasn't the same guy I had just hooked up with at the office) and by the guy at the office not taking my load.
Maybe I'll just have to stop letting guys suck me. It's too frustrating for me to waste that seed. Any seed. Mine or theirs.
The day started off bad. A guy in a hotel 3 blocks from where I worked. Should have been easy – right? Well, just by me posing that question, you know it wasn’t.
He had multiple guys respond. He wanted a group. He wanted pics and phone numbers. He replied when he wanted, but nothing ever definitive. He wouldn’t answer the emails asking what his room number was.
Only when I called him out for being a flake did he start responding. But then it was, the one guy who showed up now doesn’t want an audience. Then it was, my co-workers are out in the halls and seeing people come and go from his room would be bad.
That last one? Bullshit!
Having been a trick or had them in hotel rooms 100s of times over, no one has ever escorted me to the door and peeked their head out to see who was in the hallway. Especially when the host said he was only in his boxers. Co-workers or not, they just don’t go into the halls let alone to see who is there. And 30 minutes later, the co-workers still in the hall? Gimme a fuckin break.
Then he wants to know if I can do it in my office (though I had already told him I couldn’t). Then, could we do it in a car. I finally had to tell him to ‘go fuck off’.
Later in the day, I started on-line conversing with a lawyer who works about 5 blocks from me. I was a little ambivalent at this point, until he showed me this:
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
How could I turn THAT down? Better yet – why would I?
The guys was ok. Clearly Jewish, which is ok with me, as I love me a Semitic man. And he is a lawyer. Yes, no stereotypical jokes, please.
Oh, and he kind of thought I was married and I kind of didn’t correct him. I also might of, sort of, kind of, led him to believe that I have only sucked dick 3-4 times before in my life. Ooops.
He took all that information and just ran with it.
The cock in person (in his office, after hours) was magnificent. No other way to describe it. Just fucking beautiful. Over 8” – about my size – but much thick and with a nicer head. Huge nuts too.
In person, he was kind of nebbish, but not undoable. He told me he was married - but if he has a wife, then I have a wife! If it is role play we want, then I can go along.
Anyway, I stroked the shaft in awe, the way a novice, married guy might do (I have no real benchmark for this one).
At some point I went to my knees and “tried” to get it in my mouth. To me, my “coughs and gags" were lame, but he seemed to buy them, talking me through how to take a dick. His dick. I kept pulling off asking if I was doing an ok job. He assured me I was.
He did switch places with me and go down on me. The guy was a Class A cocksucker. No way he was married. Or has a lot of free time where he can find time to practice taking big dicks down his throat.
He stood up and I went back down, but he wanted to jack off for me, putting his dick back in my mouth only about 30 seconds before he was ready to blow. I was ok with that.
I will say, the guy had a MASSIVE load. I hadn't blown for 9 days and he said his was 2. I couldn't imagine what his would have been like had he held out another week.
My little jig might have been up there, as I did not miss one single drop - or cough, or gag. Swallowed him all. If he noticed any of that, he said nothing.
Quickly we switched places. Soon my dick was back down his throat and I was ready to blow. I told him how much I cum and how long it had been since last time I shot. He assured me he could take it.
Sigh.
Like the last few times - they say they can, but they can't. He coughed. He gagged. If he swallowed any, it was little - as he reached for a tissue and I think he spit most of it into there. He kept apologizing saying there was too much.
Is there such a thing as too much cum? If so, I have yet to experience it.
So the day wasn't a complete loss - as I got a huge jewish load. But I was frustrated with guy #1 (which I am still not convinced wasn't the same guy I had just hooked up with at the office) and by the guy at the office not taking my load.
Maybe I'll just have to stop letting guys suck me. It's too frustrating for me to waste that seed. Any seed. Mine or theirs.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
@ the Park
While traveling down I-71, southbound, for work, I continue to pass a park that I used to frequent when I lived about two hours away from where I do now.
The park has about 40 or so softball fields and is pretty deserted during the day, or in anytime when it is not spring and summer. Many a men would drive around that park looking for action that never took place on a ball diamond (though I'm sure some of them did actually do IT on the diamond).
When I say I frequented the park, I do mean frequently!!! Literally, I had hundreds of pick-ups in this park - some of them actually in pick-ups, or at least the back of them. This park was also the place where I first got busted for public indecency - but that is another story.
On my last trip southward, I had no schedule to keep and no appointments that I had to make. I was going down on-site just to work for the day. Really just going to show my face. It was kind of early for action in a park, but I've been there earlier and been lucky, so what the hell, I thought I'd take a slight detour.
The potential for action was larger than I would have guessed. Maybe 5-6 cars driving around looking for something. We were all looking for something.
Me? I was looking for a mouthful - but I also know the odds in places like these. I almost always assume everyone is looking for the same thing, and on the same receiving end (so to speak).
My hunches were not wrong, but luckily, when it comes to blowjobs, I'm ok at getting one as I am at giving one. Or at least in the last few years I've become that way. Naturally, I'd rather eat than feed, but sometimes you do what you have to - just for the sake of public sex. Sometimes that is the determiner.
After some posturing, a handsome man in his late 40s got out of his car and pretended to walk towards the trashcan near mine (I always park near one to give them or myself an excuse of tossing some garbage). He then walked up to my open windowed car and asked how I was doing and what I was doing. Within in the matter of a minute, he was pinching my left nipple every so lightly - but you all know how that fucking turns me on. After that, it was just a trip south for him as he went for my crotch. I was already way hard, so his play did nothing to help that.
We repositioned the cars (for lookout) and he got into my passenger. We did the 'are you a cop?' exchange (is asking and answering that question even valid in law anyway?) and took it to the next step: my 8" cock out of my pants.
Before I let him go down on me, we discussed that he is a good cocksucker and wanted the load. I clarified when he said 'wanted' he meant 'swallow' it. I clarified that *I* meant swallow it. He emphatically said yes. I also told him, on an average day I shot large amounts of goo and that it had been about two weeks since I dumped my nut. He didn't think there'd be a problem.
After he got his mouth on my dick, neither did I. The guy had a great mouth. One I hope mine feels like as a feeder uses it. Since I can't perform auto-fellatio, I don't think I'll ever know.
A few times I had to push him off my dick because I got too close too soon. But he wanted it and seemingly wanted it bad. Again, I was in no rush to get to work, but I figured I still had an hour drive and that I should wrap it up.
I had forewarned him that when I told him to stop moving to do just that. And so I have him that signal and told him to start swallowing. And he did. Kind of.
For all his self-accolades on blow-job-ability, his full grasp on ingesting my seed lacked follow-through. I could see a huge drop coming down my shaft and told him so - and that it was not to get on my work pants. But as that loose jizz traveled faster than his recovery abilities, I had to catch it on my own finger so it wouldn't stain my khakis.
Then the stupid fuck backed off too soon. Way too soon. He wanted to talk about why he didn't get it all, and I was trying to avert a chinos-sperm disaster. I still had plenty of cum left that if a feeder offered me, I would have gladly been back down on it. But not this guy. Douchebag.
I heard him say something about 'how difficult the angle was' and came this close to say, 'cry me a fucking river'. Seriously, if it's a difficult angle, what the fuck are you doing sucking cock in cars in a park. THAT is the angle - in more than once sense of the phrase.
Yeah - I got my public sex thing on, which I do love more than I can truly say, but I was annoyed that it wasn't me eating and that the guy who did eat me was not as good as he could and should have been. The act of getting off was pretty much ruined.
I've never been the guy who has held a cocksucker tightly down to finish the job, but maybe that's the answer. This has happened all too often lately.
All I can say, as a cocksucker myself - I'd rather choke to death than miss a drop.
The park has about 40 or so softball fields and is pretty deserted during the day, or in anytime when it is not spring and summer. Many a men would drive around that park looking for action that never took place on a ball diamond (though I'm sure some of them did actually do IT on the diamond).
When I say I frequented the park, I do mean frequently!!! Literally, I had hundreds of pick-ups in this park - some of them actually in pick-ups, or at least the back of them. This park was also the place where I first got busted for public indecency - but that is another story.
On my last trip southward, I had no schedule to keep and no appointments that I had to make. I was going down on-site just to work for the day. Really just going to show my face. It was kind of early for action in a park, but I've been there earlier and been lucky, so what the hell, I thought I'd take a slight detour.
The potential for action was larger than I would have guessed. Maybe 5-6 cars driving around looking for something. We were all looking for something.
Me? I was looking for a mouthful - but I also know the odds in places like these. I almost always assume everyone is looking for the same thing, and on the same receiving end (so to speak).
My hunches were not wrong, but luckily, when it comes to blowjobs, I'm ok at getting one as I am at giving one. Or at least in the last few years I've become that way. Naturally, I'd rather eat than feed, but sometimes you do what you have to - just for the sake of public sex. Sometimes that is the determiner.
After some posturing, a handsome man in his late 40s got out of his car and pretended to walk towards the trashcan near mine (I always park near one to give them or myself an excuse of tossing some garbage). He then walked up to my open windowed car and asked how I was doing and what I was doing. Within in the matter of a minute, he was pinching my left nipple every so lightly - but you all know how that fucking turns me on. After that, it was just a trip south for him as he went for my crotch. I was already way hard, so his play did nothing to help that.
We repositioned the cars (for lookout) and he got into my passenger. We did the 'are you a cop?' exchange (is asking and answering that question even valid in law anyway?) and took it to the next step: my 8" cock out of my pants.
Before I let him go down on me, we discussed that he is a good cocksucker and wanted the load. I clarified when he said 'wanted' he meant 'swallow' it. I clarified that *I* meant swallow it. He emphatically said yes. I also told him, on an average day I shot large amounts of goo and that it had been about two weeks since I dumped my nut. He didn't think there'd be a problem.
After he got his mouth on my dick, neither did I. The guy had a great mouth. One I hope mine feels like as a feeder uses it. Since I can't perform auto-fellatio, I don't think I'll ever know.
A few times I had to push him off my dick because I got too close too soon. But he wanted it and seemingly wanted it bad. Again, I was in no rush to get to work, but I figured I still had an hour drive and that I should wrap it up.
I had forewarned him that when I told him to stop moving to do just that. And so I have him that signal and told him to start swallowing. And he did. Kind of.
For all his self-accolades on blow-job-ability, his full grasp on ingesting my seed lacked follow-through. I could see a huge drop coming down my shaft and told him so - and that it was not to get on my work pants. But as that loose jizz traveled faster than his recovery abilities, I had to catch it on my own finger so it wouldn't stain my khakis.
Then the stupid fuck backed off too soon. Way too soon. He wanted to talk about why he didn't get it all, and I was trying to avert a chinos-sperm disaster. I still had plenty of cum left that if a feeder offered me, I would have gladly been back down on it. But not this guy. Douchebag.
I heard him say something about 'how difficult the angle was' and came this close to say, 'cry me a fucking river'. Seriously, if it's a difficult angle, what the fuck are you doing sucking cock in cars in a park. THAT is the angle - in more than once sense of the phrase.
Yeah - I got my public sex thing on, which I do love more than I can truly say, but I was annoyed that it wasn't me eating and that the guy who did eat me was not as good as he could and should have been. The act of getting off was pretty much ruined.
I've never been the guy who has held a cocksucker tightly down to finish the job, but maybe that's the answer. This has happened all too often lately.
All I can say, as a cocksucker myself - I'd rather choke to death than miss a drop.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
All Time High
Not just another crappy James Bond theme title (thank you Rita Coolidge), but since I've put a counter on this blog, May logged the highest number of hits: Almost 16,100 - or a thousand higher than the last highest, which was in March.
I take no credit for this at all - it is all your guys' doing.
Granted, I have to write something for you to come back to here. I also know I haven't been as consistent at posting as some others, but my sex encounters seemed to generally tied to my travels. When I'm not on the road, I have little to share.
Oddly enough, I don't mind work travel for a number of reasons, but I really look forward to it because I know I'll get laid. It might not be the best sex, but will plan my trips, my meals and my free time around the best time to find dick and spooge. Sometimes it works, sometimes its a bust - as you all well know.
Unfortunately, I don't have work travel scheduled for another few weeks, but that is scheduled. I always seem to have some unplanned trips that pop up.
For new posts, I might have to pull from my long sordid history. Does anyone have a topic or type of encounter they might want to hear about? I don't know I've lived it, but it might at least spur some of my thought process.
I have a few more newer encounters I haven't posted yet - so at least look for those in the upcoming days.
Thanks again for increasing my traffic and reading about my depravity.......which clearly is yours too.
I take no credit for this at all - it is all your guys' doing.
Granted, I have to write something for you to come back to here. I also know I haven't been as consistent at posting as some others, but my sex encounters seemed to generally tied to my travels. When I'm not on the road, I have little to share.
Oddly enough, I don't mind work travel for a number of reasons, but I really look forward to it because I know I'll get laid. It might not be the best sex, but will plan my trips, my meals and my free time around the best time to find dick and spooge. Sometimes it works, sometimes its a bust - as you all well know.
Unfortunately, I don't have work travel scheduled for another few weeks, but that is scheduled. I always seem to have some unplanned trips that pop up.
For new posts, I might have to pull from my long sordid history. Does anyone have a topic or type of encounter they might want to hear about? I don't know I've lived it, but it might at least spur some of my thought process.
I have a few more newer encounters I haven't posted yet - so at least look for those in the upcoming days.
Thanks again for increasing my traffic and reading about my depravity.......which clearly is yours too.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Verve Earth
....so I get contacted by this site called verveearth.com who wants to add me to their list of preferred blogs.
Your blog Adventures with BikeGuy13 - True Tales of a Sex Addict caught our attention. I'm the founder of a recently launched startup for bloggers. We are searching the internet for the world's blogs by geography, and we found yours for Cleveland. I would like to invite you to our site which plots the content of the internet on an interactive map of the world. VerveEarth is an entirely new way to surf the net. It shows spatial and geographic connections that a blog search engine could never reveal.
I went to their site and looked at who was linked spatially and such and found no blogs that were remotely like mine. And whereas I like and want additional traffic, I would have been remiss had I not sent them some kind of response as to my blog content:
I will assume you're not going only on geography. My blog is fairly explicit, but I'm willing to entertain the idea if you are comfortable with what I am writing.
I never heard anything back from them - until today:
Unfortunately, your blog's content is inappropriate for the site, but if you wish to add a different blog we'd be glad to have you.
There are still a few people who would be 'glad to have me'......but that is what this blog is for. Not another one.
And my content is inappropriate for most sites.
Your blog Adventures with BikeGuy13 - True Tales of a Sex Addict caught our attention. I'm the founder of a recently launched startup for bloggers. We are searching the internet for the world's blogs by geography, and we found yours for Cleveland. I would like to invite you to our site which plots the content of the internet on an interactive map of the world. VerveEarth is an entirely new way to surf the net. It shows spatial and geographic connections that a blog search engine could never reveal.
I went to their site and looked at who was linked spatially and such and found no blogs that were remotely like mine. And whereas I like and want additional traffic, I would have been remiss had I not sent them some kind of response as to my blog content:
I'm interested for sure - but i've perused some of your other blogs listed and maybe I have missed ones similar to mine - but clearly you've seen either my blog or at least my blog title.
I never heard anything back from them - until today:
Thanks for writing back. We use various blog directories to find candidates for an invitation. Since we welcome blogs of any language (and we can't understand every language), we select blogs based on quantifiable factors such as how up to date the blog is, the length of posts, number of comments on posts, location, and other factors. Because of this, we are not always aware of the content.
There are still a few people who would be 'glad to have me'......but that is what this blog is for. Not another one.
And my content is inappropriate for most sites.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Being Watched
Since it was a holiday weekend, I left work a few hours early on Friday just because - and of course, to see what kind of trouble I might get into.
The first park I went to was a bust. One hot looking guy, until he opened his mouth and a few thousand essessesessess fell out. Even if he never said another word, the moment was ruined.
I traveled across town to another park, which was a little more active, but less so than I thought it might be. I finally followed an ok looking guy back into the woods. Shaved head, maybe 6'4" or so. He ventured far into the woods, but I don't think it was far enough for him. He was a little skittish, though no one could truly sneak up on you. Or so I thought.
Some guy all of the sudden showed up out of nowhere. I didn't recognize him at first, but I'll get back to that later.
The second guy walks by and though I lose sight of him, my trick does not. I'm not quite as worried and eventually my guy starts rubbing my crotch. I almost instantly go hard. I ask him what he likes and he likes to get sucked and fucked! Yes!!!! My kind of guy.
He pushes me to come home with him and spend the night, but I defer saying I couldn't possibly. So he whips out his cock. BEAUTIFUL.
He is uncut with a large helmet head. And it doesn't matter how hard he is or big he gets (eventually over 8"), there is always enough skin to play with.
When I peel it back, he is slick as any lube would ever get you. That big helmet is shiny and slimy. One or two strokes and the palm of my hand is covered. I lick it clean. Then I drop to my knees - in the dirt. I don't care in the slightest.
He loves that I can take him to the root - and I like that I can too. But for all his talk of wanting to spend the night together, it isn't 4-5 minutes of constant sucking before he grabs my head with both his hands and holds me there tight.........and then begins to shoot his load.
It's a good load, but not a great one - in size or in taste, but you take what you get.
Immediately he bolts and I start to wander out of the woods. I barely move 10 feet when I see the guy who walked by earlier. He was watching the entire time - and you know I like to be watched. I guess I should perform with guys on the premise that I'm always being watched.
It was then I recognized him. He has shown up here now and again as a voyeur, usually with sunglasses and a coffee mug. He had neither of these items this time. Normally he also gets a little closer for the show, but maybe he sensed my sex partner's trepidation. I don't know. But in another moment, he had disappeared. I've never seen his dick and he's always turned me down for assistance in the ejaculation world.
One day maybe. One day.
The first park I went to was a bust. One hot looking guy, until he opened his mouth and a few thousand essessesessess fell out. Even if he never said another word, the moment was ruined.
I traveled across town to another park, which was a little more active, but less so than I thought it might be. I finally followed an ok looking guy back into the woods. Shaved head, maybe 6'4" or so. He ventured far into the woods, but I don't think it was far enough for him. He was a little skittish, though no one could truly sneak up on you. Or so I thought.
Some guy all of the sudden showed up out of nowhere. I didn't recognize him at first, but I'll get back to that later.
The second guy walks by and though I lose sight of him, my trick does not. I'm not quite as worried and eventually my guy starts rubbing my crotch. I almost instantly go hard. I ask him what he likes and he likes to get sucked and fucked! Yes!!!! My kind of guy.
He pushes me to come home with him and spend the night, but I defer saying I couldn't possibly. So he whips out his cock. BEAUTIFUL.
He is uncut with a large helmet head. And it doesn't matter how hard he is or big he gets (eventually over 8"), there is always enough skin to play with.
When I peel it back, he is slick as any lube would ever get you. That big helmet is shiny and slimy. One or two strokes and the palm of my hand is covered. I lick it clean. Then I drop to my knees - in the dirt. I don't care in the slightest.
He loves that I can take him to the root - and I like that I can too. But for all his talk of wanting to spend the night together, it isn't 4-5 minutes of constant sucking before he grabs my head with both his hands and holds me there tight.........and then begins to shoot his load.
It's a good load, but not a great one - in size or in taste, but you take what you get.
Immediately he bolts and I start to wander out of the woods. I barely move 10 feet when I see the guy who walked by earlier. He was watching the entire time - and you know I like to be watched. I guess I should perform with guys on the premise that I'm always being watched.
It was then I recognized him. He has shown up here now and again as a voyeur, usually with sunglasses and a coffee mug. He had neither of these items this time. Normally he also gets a little closer for the show, but maybe he sensed my sex partner's trepidation. I don't know. But in another moment, he had disappeared. I've never seen his dick and he's always turned me down for assistance in the ejaculation world.
One day maybe. One day.
Friday, May 23, 2008
I'm Featured!!!!
I know I'm linked to a lot of other blogs out there - more than I even know about. More than I even know are out there.
It's nice and has some sort of validation for the writing I do - and all the men I have to have sex with just to placate you guys, as you apparently like reading about these things I do.
One of my readers emailed me today to point out that yesterday I was the featured blog (or editor's pick) on Gaydemon. I like that for any number of reasons. One being that I never even knew Gaydemon existed, so it is not like we're in cahoots in some backdoor shenanigans to boost each other's readership.
Secondly, I love how a reader pointed me to it.
Mostly, I love that the editor(s) liked my blog (honestly, I like that anyone likes it). I'm into this almost 3 years and over 200 posts and 200,000 hits (and I didn't have a counter my first 8 mos). Ok, I like how they have an editor. I'm my own writer, editor and publisher. And naturally, I go out and do all my own research too.....usually on my knees or back.
Not that it is published yet, but naturally I left a comment on their site and I think I will link to them. I'm really bad about updating my blogroll, but very careful about whom I do. I want folks who read me to read what I do - and what I like and what I relate to. As Gaydemon kind of calls me on: I have a perverted mind. I can't even argue with that one.
They question (too strong of a phrase, actually) if the stories are true, and fortunately (or not) they are. But when I re-read what they wrote, I think they are talking about the people I link to and their stories.
Since I am actually at work, I can't delve into Gaydemon just yet, but I will. Thank g-d, it's a long weekend!
It's nice and has some sort of validation for the writing I do - and all the men I have to have sex with just to placate you guys, as you apparently like reading about these things I do.
One of my readers emailed me today to point out that yesterday I was the featured blog (or editor's pick) on Gaydemon. I like that for any number of reasons. One being that I never even knew Gaydemon existed, so it is not like we're in cahoots in some backdoor shenanigans to boost each other's readership.
Secondly, I love how a reader pointed me to it.
Mostly, I love that the editor(s) liked my blog (honestly, I like that anyone likes it). I'm into this almost 3 years and over 200 posts and 200,000 hits (and I didn't have a counter my first 8 mos). Ok, I like how they have an editor. I'm my own writer, editor and publisher. And naturally, I go out and do all my own research too.....usually on my knees or back.
Not that it is published yet, but naturally I left a comment on their site and I think I will link to them. I'm really bad about updating my blogroll, but very careful about whom I do. I want folks who read me to read what I do - and what I like and what I relate to. As Gaydemon kind of calls me on: I have a perverted mind. I can't even argue with that one.
They question (too strong of a phrase, actually) if the stories are true, and fortunately (or not) they are. But when I re-read what they wrote, I think they are talking about the people I link to and their stories.
Since I am actually at work, I can't delve into Gaydemon just yet, but I will. Thank g-d, it's a long weekend!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Logan Circle Blowjob
The bed was set-up just so. Perfectly made. The bounce a quarter off the sheets and comforter kind of perfect. I’ve never had a bed made like this, or been on one. Until last Sunday. A pillow was place about half way in the center of the bed with it laying perpendicular to how pillows would normally lay on a bed. It was like an altar.
This was my last day of my last DC trip and I was perusing craigslist. Not finding anything of interest on the M4M section, I went looking under ‘casual encounters’. You can usually find married guys on line looking for service. But let’s face it – I always question if they are truly married.
Though not completely unexpected, I was looking to either get someone off or have them get me off. It’d been long enough that I needed assistance as much as I needed to provide it. You know my preference, but you also know I too have needs – at least every now and again. Not often, but still…..
On ‘casual encounters’ there was a guy who caught my interest. At this point, I cannot say why – I just don’t remember, even though the ad was only days ago. I know I had a limited window of time and he was at least only a 15 minute walk away. His stats were not heinous either: 5'11" 185 44"c./33"w. WASP here, said his email reply.
He liked the fact that I was not a WASP. I like that I’m not a WASP…..but no judgments.
He provided the address, the apartment number and how to buzz in.
The building was absolutely great. An old schoolhouse converted to apartments. Huge windows, wide staircases, great space. I had more lust for the living area than I did for the guy. He wasn’t bad by any means. Wispy blonde hair that could have easily been (and should have) shaved down to the scalp, even if he kept the edges/sides.
He led me through his apartment up to the next level and into his bedroom where I found the altar. I’m not sure who was being sacrificed, or if we both were.
With a gesture of his hand, he made it clear that I was to lay back and relax. My head. His pillow. My dick. His mouth.
I should mention that he was asking for a married man, and I didn’t quite come clean on that one. I have my ‘wedding ring’ and I wore that, so I will assume he assumed I was legit in that category.
With me on my back, on the perfectly made bed, he (we didn’t even exchange names – fake or otherwise) popped open the fly of my 501s. I lifted my hips for him to get them down, and soon they were around my ankles. That left me in my briefs, which were very much tented at this point. He went and licked and gnawed on them a little.
There is something so erotic about that to me – whether I’m doing it, or it is being done to me. It is a different kind of heat and wetness than ye olde standard blowjob. But that didn’t last long before the briefs resided right above the jeans.
And I love it when guys do not take off everything for some head. I don’t. I never have. I am always amazed when a guy comes to my hotel for some sucking and strips all the way down. It’s a blowjob – you’re not sticking around to shoot the shit afterwards or hang out.
BJ guy (I guess that’s what I’ll call him) never kneeled. He stood in front of me, bent over to take my cock in his mouth. His hands were placed on the bed, on either side of my outer thigh. As he’d go down, it was almost as if he were doing a push-up onto my cock.
If you’ve given head, or ever watched any number of porn movies, many a-time, an eater will lay back while a feeder does cock push-ups in their mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a situation (or seen) where the eater does the push-up. I was impressed. This position or act never deviated for the entire session.
BJ guy had a great mouth. He really knew how to give head. Velvet touches and then alternating to great suction. Not teeth – not that I mind a purposeful scrape now and again, but nothing where he didn’t know what he was doing.
I know the pillow was there for me to lay back and get lost in the moment. But I admit to loving watching my big 8”er disappear into a mouth. And I can’t say it disappeared, he didn’t get the last one-quarter to one-half inch in and he didn’t struggle to try. And I didn’t force him to try.
Ok ok….every once in awhile I met his downward suck with an upward thrust of my hips. But he caught on early and understood what I was doing and he adapted his style well to my then need.
I complimented him on his ability. He complimented me on my dick. I can’t even deny that I have a really nice dick. He liked that it was long and thick. He mentioned that it was great to have one or the other, but to have both was a minor miracle.
Now, I know all this – not because of my dick, but mostly because I like dick better than I like giving mine. But he didn’t know this. He was into the fact that I was married. He mentioned to me more than once that someone with my penis should never go that long without getting service of some kind. I agreed with him.
Every once in awhile, I would push him off my dick and tell him to lick the underside of my shaft or to lap at my nuts. And while that feels good, I was just really trying to control my ejaculation.
As it was, he had been sucking my dick for about 35 minutes. I noticed him quickening his pace and applying more and more suction. Though verbally he said he could go for a long time, his actions were telling me he wanted my load.
Any number of times I mentioned that he wanted the load and wanted to swallow it. He said yes, or nodded or wagged his eye brows…depending on the time of the request. I also had it in writing – from our email exchange and his ad. He even said, why bother sucking if not to finish the job completely. I agreed with him.
At the 45 minute mark, I knew my window was closing, so I had to just let him finish. I pulled out some poppers and took a huge hit. That wouldn’t push me over the edge, but I knew it would enhance the feeling when I did.
Not quite lost in the moment, I was ready to take it the rest of the way and told him so. I told him to stop moving and even steadied his head. I then unleashed and unloaded into his mouth.
It was a huge load. A great load. He was a pro at taking it all and not doing stuff to the head of my dick which tends to be overly sensitive during these ejaculations. There was so much, I figured there was no way for him not to swallow it. But I gave him all my appreciative moans, groans and words of lust as I kept spewing my jizz.
I’m still not convinced he did swallow it, or if he had a great reservoir that was his mouth. He seemed to have gulped, but when he was done….when *I* was done, he got up and went into the bathroom.
I did not hear him spit anything out, but he immediately rinsed. Maybe I have rancid tasting sperm. Or maybe I did that day. Or maybe he let it all out. Either way, I’d by lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. I’ve always savored the flavor of the guys load, even if it wasn’t the best. It is just part of the process.
He was a complete gentleman, getting me to the door, shaking my hand and asking me if I ever got this at home. He knew the answer. But he assured me that most men in ‘my situation’ did not get it at home, which is where he came in.
He vied for my ‘business’ as it were. I never mentioned I wasn’t local, but I’d definitely keep him on my list of folks to contact when I returned. We agreed he should fellate someone in front of me before taking care of me.
I’d still like to see that.
This was my last day of my last DC trip and I was perusing craigslist. Not finding anything of interest on the M4M section, I went looking under ‘casual encounters’. You can usually find married guys on line looking for service. But let’s face it – I always question if they are truly married.
Though not completely unexpected, I was looking to either get someone off or have them get me off. It’d been long enough that I needed assistance as much as I needed to provide it. You know my preference, but you also know I too have needs – at least every now and again. Not often, but still…..
On ‘casual encounters’ there was a guy who caught my interest. At this point, I cannot say why – I just don’t remember, even though the ad was only days ago. I know I had a limited window of time and he was at least only a 15 minute walk away. His stats were not heinous either: 5'11" 185 44"c./33"w. WASP here, said his email reply.
He liked the fact that I was not a WASP. I like that I’m not a WASP…..but no judgments.
He provided the address, the apartment number and how to buzz in.
The building was absolutely great. An old schoolhouse converted to apartments. Huge windows, wide staircases, great space. I had more lust for the living area than I did for the guy. He wasn’t bad by any means. Wispy blonde hair that could have easily been (and should have) shaved down to the scalp, even if he kept the edges/sides.
He led me through his apartment up to the next level and into his bedroom where I found the altar. I’m not sure who was being sacrificed, or if we both were.
With a gesture of his hand, he made it clear that I was to lay back and relax. My head. His pillow. My dick. His mouth.
I should mention that he was asking for a married man, and I didn’t quite come clean on that one. I have my ‘wedding ring’ and I wore that, so I will assume he assumed I was legit in that category.
With me on my back, on the perfectly made bed, he (we didn’t even exchange names – fake or otherwise) popped open the fly of my 501s. I lifted my hips for him to get them down, and soon they were around my ankles. That left me in my briefs, which were very much tented at this point. He went and licked and gnawed on them a little.
There is something so erotic about that to me – whether I’m doing it, or it is being done to me. It is a different kind of heat and wetness than ye olde standard blowjob. But that didn’t last long before the briefs resided right above the jeans.
And I love it when guys do not take off everything for some head. I don’t. I never have. I am always amazed when a guy comes to my hotel for some sucking and strips all the way down. It’s a blowjob – you’re not sticking around to shoot the shit afterwards or hang out.
BJ guy (I guess that’s what I’ll call him) never kneeled. He stood in front of me, bent over to take my cock in his mouth. His hands were placed on the bed, on either side of my outer thigh. As he’d go down, it was almost as if he were doing a push-up onto my cock.
If you’ve given head, or ever watched any number of porn movies, many a-time, an eater will lay back while a feeder does cock push-ups in their mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a situation (or seen) where the eater does the push-up. I was impressed. This position or act never deviated for the entire session.
BJ guy had a great mouth. He really knew how to give head. Velvet touches and then alternating to great suction. Not teeth – not that I mind a purposeful scrape now and again, but nothing where he didn’t know what he was doing.
I know the pillow was there for me to lay back and get lost in the moment. But I admit to loving watching my big 8”er disappear into a mouth. And I can’t say it disappeared, he didn’t get the last one-quarter to one-half inch in and he didn’t struggle to try. And I didn’t force him to try.
Ok ok….every once in awhile I met his downward suck with an upward thrust of my hips. But he caught on early and understood what I was doing and he adapted his style well to my then need.
I complimented him on his ability. He complimented me on my dick. I can’t even deny that I have a really nice dick. He liked that it was long and thick. He mentioned that it was great to have one or the other, but to have both was a minor miracle.
Now, I know all this – not because of my dick, but mostly because I like dick better than I like giving mine. But he didn’t know this. He was into the fact that I was married. He mentioned to me more than once that someone with my penis should never go that long without getting service of some kind. I agreed with him.
Every once in awhile, I would push him off my dick and tell him to lick the underside of my shaft or to lap at my nuts. And while that feels good, I was just really trying to control my ejaculation.
As it was, he had been sucking my dick for about 35 minutes. I noticed him quickening his pace and applying more and more suction. Though verbally he said he could go for a long time, his actions were telling me he wanted my load.
Any number of times I mentioned that he wanted the load and wanted to swallow it. He said yes, or nodded or wagged his eye brows…depending on the time of the request. I also had it in writing – from our email exchange and his ad. He even said, why bother sucking if not to finish the job completely. I agreed with him.
At the 45 minute mark, I knew my window was closing, so I had to just let him finish. I pulled out some poppers and took a huge hit. That wouldn’t push me over the edge, but I knew it would enhance the feeling when I did.
Not quite lost in the moment, I was ready to take it the rest of the way and told him so. I told him to stop moving and even steadied his head. I then unleashed and unloaded into his mouth.
It was a huge load. A great load. He was a pro at taking it all and not doing stuff to the head of my dick which tends to be overly sensitive during these ejaculations. There was so much, I figured there was no way for him not to swallow it. But I gave him all my appreciative moans, groans and words of lust as I kept spewing my jizz.
I’m still not convinced he did swallow it, or if he had a great reservoir that was his mouth. He seemed to have gulped, but when he was done….when *I* was done, he got up and went into the bathroom.
I did not hear him spit anything out, but he immediately rinsed. Maybe I have rancid tasting sperm. Or maybe I did that day. Or maybe he let it all out. Either way, I’d by lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed. I’ve always savored the flavor of the guys load, even if it wasn’t the best. It is just part of the process.
He was a complete gentleman, getting me to the door, shaking my hand and asking me if I ever got this at home. He knew the answer. But he assured me that most men in ‘my situation’ did not get it at home, which is where he came in.
He vied for my ‘business’ as it were. I never mentioned I wasn’t local, but I’d definitely keep him on my list of folks to contact when I returned. We agreed he should fellate someone in front of me before taking care of me.
I’d still like to see that.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Outdoors
I love Spring.
Besides just the fact that we climb out of the winter doldrums, things start to turn green – mainly certain parks in the area.
Though those same parks can still be utilized for outdoor ‘activities’ in the winter, the guys that show up, are few and far between. And the ones that do, we’ll they are usually not worth dropping to your knees in the snow, or bending over in the cold for.
The same can be said for warm weather guys – but you usually have a few more options to pick from. It is always a buyer’s market in these places.
But we have green on the trees, but nothing fully filled in at this point. Enough for some substantial cover as needed. And this last Saturday was warm out. Well, kind of. The temperature was maybe in the mid-50s. ……but I’ll take it.
I decided to drive to one of the parks to see what was what. At first I was bolstered by the number of cars in this one lot. It was great to see folks out, but it turns out only one was there for the same reason I showed up. The rest were in the river, in their waders – fishing.
I was there to fish too – but with someone else’s pole and someone else’s bait. And I certainly wanted it to be more than a worm. But fishing expeditions can turn out to be a lot like The Old Man and the Sea – you troll around for hours and come up with nothing.
Saturday was not one of those days. It wasn’t the best I’ve ever ‘caught’ (I may as well just keep running this fishing analogy into the ground – right?), but it was far from being the worst.
I park and take a walk deep into the wood. Deeper than I had been before in this park. I don’t know what I was hoping to find – well I do, but… I figured at some point, maybe everyone was out there looking for real fish. Then somewhat ahead, I see a guy who is there.
After some walking and skirting around what was what, I look over and he’s got his cock out. Now, even from 200 yds away it looks nice. He’s kind of bland – maybe 5’8”, 150 lbs, with a bowl type haircut that makes him look like a friar who wasn’t attending any religious services. He stays put and I move closer…..and closer.
As I draw near, I see that his cock is absolutely great. Almost 8” and a very very nice thickness. Cut too – but I can go either way on that one. And it’s a bonus when he says he’s out there to get sucked. It is usually my luck that the only other guy wants to blow me.
As much as I love doing it outdoors, I’m a little wary of doing it there due to park rangers and the general straight fishing population. But as long as one of us kept a watch, I was down with it. I sunk to my knees and went to town on his cock. He loved it.
After a few minutes I stood up to survey the landscape to make sure he was paying attention to the surroundings and not to only the blowjob. You gotta multi-task in places like this.
His tube easily filled my mouth and I took care of this cock. He was on edge too, but a sexual one. He kept saying he had a huge huge load - and I suppose it is all relative.
He did shoot, but it was a very very small load. Don't get me wrong, I took it. I wanted it. I needed it. But I know from big loads - and this wasn't it.
We both went our separate ways and I headed to another area of the park. There was another guy there who headed down a path. I gave him a little lee-way and then trotted back there myself.
The guy was older, probably early 50s and just ok. When I got back to where he was, his pants were open and dick was already out. It hung nice at about 6-7" soft-ish.
This guy really wanted to swap oral, but I wasn't sure I wanted to shoot. But he insisted on licking my nuts. I let him get to his knees and do just that. It satisfied his need and didn't endanger me into ejaculating.
I got on my knees and told him, "I haven't done this often", which seemed to excite him. I 'tentatively' put his dick in my mouth and he just took over. He started pushing it in and basically face fucking me.
Honestly, in a mattter of a minute he unleashed a more than decent load into me.
I got off my knees, tucked in and walked away.
I drove away with two of my first outdoor Spring loads in me. It was good.
Besides just the fact that we climb out of the winter doldrums, things start to turn green – mainly certain parks in the area.
Though those same parks can still be utilized for outdoor ‘activities’ in the winter, the guys that show up, are few and far between. And the ones that do, we’ll they are usually not worth dropping to your knees in the snow, or bending over in the cold for.
The same can be said for warm weather guys – but you usually have a few more options to pick from. It is always a buyer’s market in these places.
But we have green on the trees, but nothing fully filled in at this point. Enough for some substantial cover as needed. And this last Saturday was warm out. Well, kind of. The temperature was maybe in the mid-50s. ……but I’ll take it.
I decided to drive to one of the parks to see what was what. At first I was bolstered by the number of cars in this one lot. It was great to see folks out, but it turns out only one was there for the same reason I showed up. The rest were in the river, in their waders – fishing.
I was there to fish too – but with someone else’s pole and someone else’s bait. And I certainly wanted it to be more than a worm. But fishing expeditions can turn out to be a lot like The Old Man and the Sea – you troll around for hours and come up with nothing.
Saturday was not one of those days. It wasn’t the best I’ve ever ‘caught’ (I may as well just keep running this fishing analogy into the ground – right?), but it was far from being the worst.
I park and take a walk deep into the wood. Deeper than I had been before in this park. I don’t know what I was hoping to find – well I do, but… I figured at some point, maybe everyone was out there looking for real fish. Then somewhat ahead, I see a guy who is there.
After some walking and skirting around what was what, I look over and he’s got his cock out. Now, even from 200 yds away it looks nice. He’s kind of bland – maybe 5’8”, 150 lbs, with a bowl type haircut that makes him look like a friar who wasn’t attending any religious services. He stays put and I move closer…..and closer.
As I draw near, I see that his cock is absolutely great. Almost 8” and a very very nice thickness. Cut too – but I can go either way on that one. And it’s a bonus when he says he’s out there to get sucked. It is usually my luck that the only other guy wants to blow me.
As much as I love doing it outdoors, I’m a little wary of doing it there due to park rangers and the general straight fishing population. But as long as one of us kept a watch, I was down with it. I sunk to my knees and went to town on his cock. He loved it.
After a few minutes I stood up to survey the landscape to make sure he was paying attention to the surroundings and not to only the blowjob. You gotta multi-task in places like this.
His tube easily filled my mouth and I took care of this cock. He was on edge too, but a sexual one. He kept saying he had a huge huge load - and I suppose it is all relative.
He did shoot, but it was a very very small load. Don't get me wrong, I took it. I wanted it. I needed it. But I know from big loads - and this wasn't it.
We both went our separate ways and I headed to another area of the park. There was another guy there who headed down a path. I gave him a little lee-way and then trotted back there myself.
The guy was older, probably early 50s and just ok. When I got back to where he was, his pants were open and dick was already out. It hung nice at about 6-7" soft-ish.
This guy really wanted to swap oral, but I wasn't sure I wanted to shoot. But he insisted on licking my nuts. I let him get to his knees and do just that. It satisfied his need and didn't endanger me into ejaculating.
I got on my knees and told him, "I haven't done this often", which seemed to excite him. I 'tentatively' put his dick in my mouth and he just took over. He started pushing it in and basically face fucking me.
Honestly, in a mattter of a minute he unleashed a more than decent load into me.
I got off my knees, tucked in and walked away.
I drove away with two of my first outdoor Spring loads in me. It was good.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I'm Too Good
I had another post almost finished, but thought I would do this one first.
Last night, I'm in a VA hotel and on a number of sites at the same time looking for action. This kid (24 years old) messages me and wants to play.
He's 5'11" and 200lbs, but he says it is an athletic 200 lbs. After multiple exchanges we get to the meat of the matter. He wants to suck, be sucked and make out.
Make out? Do people still use that phrase? Granted I'm not 24, but still.......
To be fair, look at his lips, they are nice, so I agree.
So I tell him where to come to. Not only does he show, but he's early. I am good with that since it's been awhile since I've gotten off. He arrives in a t-shirt, silkish workout shorts and athletic cross trainig shoes. We walk back to my bed (I was in a suite) and he's kind of shy and not knowing what to do or at least not want to make the first move.
We are on the bad, so I grab the back of his head and bring his lips to mine. They are nice lips!
He comes closer my way - almost on top of me to be specific and we proceed to make out. Kissing hard and passionate and then tender and soft. Tongue, then none. He's pressing into me. I can feel "him" on my leg, through his shorts...growing....erect.
We're doing this for maybe 10 minutes and naturally I want more, but suddenly he stops and says "oh no" and I see the look on his face. I know it's too late.
The guy starts cumming. On me. Well, WHILE on me. He's actually cumming in his shorts. I don't think he had any underwear or jock on. I could feel the heat of his sperm and somewhat of dampness, but I didn't get any actual semen on me.
The poor guy is mortified! Afterward, he just sat there. I don't know what he was thinking. I was thinking - if it were me and I had to walk out this hotel room in royal blue silk shorts with a huge dark cum stain.....how would I do that discretely?
I tell him to go clean up and come back that it is no big deal. I also figure he's 24 and will rebound for round #2 quickly.
He goes to the bathroom but I hear no clean up. Maybe he is out in the front room. And he must be, because I hear the door open and close - and he's gone. Without a word.
Yes folks, it is official - I am SO hot, I can make a guy cum in his pants just by kissing him!!!!
Last night, I'm in a VA hotel and on a number of sites at the same time looking for action. This kid (24 years old) messages me and wants to play.
He's 5'11" and 200lbs, but he says it is an athletic 200 lbs. After multiple exchanges we get to the meat of the matter. He wants to suck, be sucked and make out.
Make out? Do people still use that phrase? Granted I'm not 24, but still.......
To be fair, look at his lips, they are nice, so I agree.
So I tell him where to come to. Not only does he show, but he's early. I am good with that since it's been awhile since I've gotten off. He arrives in a t-shirt, silkish workout shorts and athletic cross trainig shoes. We walk back to my bed (I was in a suite) and he's kind of shy and not knowing what to do or at least not want to make the first move.
We are on the bad, so I grab the back of his head and bring his lips to mine. They are nice lips!
He comes closer my way - almost on top of me to be specific and we proceed to make out. Kissing hard and passionate and then tender and soft. Tongue, then none. He's pressing into me. I can feel "him" on my leg, through his shorts...growing....erect.
We're doing this for maybe 10 minutes and naturally I want more, but suddenly he stops and says "oh no" and I see the look on his face. I know it's too late.
The guy starts cumming. On me. Well, WHILE on me. He's actually cumming in his shorts. I don't think he had any underwear or jock on. I could feel the heat of his sperm and somewhat of dampness, but I didn't get any actual semen on me.
The poor guy is mortified! Afterward, he just sat there. I don't know what he was thinking. I was thinking - if it were me and I had to walk out this hotel room in royal blue silk shorts with a huge dark cum stain.....how would I do that discretely?
I tell him to go clean up and come back that it is no big deal. I also figure he's 24 and will rebound for round #2 quickly.
He goes to the bathroom but I hear no clean up. Maybe he is out in the front room. And he must be, because I hear the door open and close - and he's gone. Without a word.
Yes folks, it is official - I am SO hot, I can make a guy cum in his pants just by kissing him!!!!
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