MCO - OZ - GRINDR

I was drunk, but that is hardly an excuse. I wanted it.

I was working in Orlando and had been out drinking with co-workers in the hotel bar for hours. I had an early morning and I had to get to bed. But the best laid plans, huh........?

Upon hitting the 9th floor of the hotel, but before getting to my room, I fired up Grindr. Hell, I had to brush my teeth and take out my contacts - it's not like I was immediately going to bed.

...and here he was.....


While it said 600 feet from me, the guy was more like a half mile. In a hotel that was seemingly next door, but you know with those service roads and stuff, it is a bit farther. He took longer than he anticipated and I started to doze off from my drunken haze.

....but then there was a knock on my door, rousing me from my almost-sleep.

Turns out he was drunk too. A towering aussie who much have stood 6'5" or 6'6", tons of blonde hair and a dark tan. Throw on one of those small bathing caps and smaller swim trunks and he was a stereotypical guy from Oz that we have all lusted after at one point or another.

And that dick was true to its pic. Maybe longer and fatter, even. Pure beauty.

I dropped to my knees and put it in my mouth as he sat on the edge of one of my two beds - him being equally as drunk it would seem. It is not like two drunk guys have never gone at it at the Orlando Renaissance hotel before.

He stiffened in my mouth and he was more than a little verbal. For a split second, I hoped my co-workers weren't sharing the floor with me, let alone adjoining rooms, but then I figured "eh, what the fuck?". As usual, I have a much easier time throating a bigger cock than a smaller one and I easily got this down. I loved feeling the skin, as there was plenty of it....and I loved hearing his austrailian moans.

He eventually dragged me up by my pits and had me stand in front of him while he continued to sit on the bed. He went down on me and was an expert cocksucker. But I wasn't ready to lose my load, though I could have easily and called it a night.

I wanted to go back down on him but OZ guy had other ideas. He rubbed up against me from behind and said "oh you want this, don't you?". I admitted I did, but wasn't prepared to take it. I didn't know how "fresh" I was down there. He didn't care.

The man was no finesse. Maybe partly due to his alcohol intake. Maybe partly due to his size. Or a combo of. He was rough. He was ready. He was raw. All things I can admire in a man.

I was pushed face down towards the bed, his hulking frame atop of me. Him burrowing deeper.

I think he was as hot on the trigger as I was because he didn't last long - 5-7 minutes before busting his nut in my ass. I lay there for a minute while he slinked out of my butt.

Naturally, I was expecting it to be over and that was ok. I really needed to sleep. But he got down on his knees and took me in his mouth and sucked me till I creamed his tonsils.

He grabbed his shorts and shirt and was out the door. I didn't even bother cleaning up anything and went to bed.

CLAW Cocksucker

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More Travel Stories

This guy was actually the first responder I hooked up with on my last work trip via my CL ad.

36, 5'9",165,32w,br/gr,7.5 thick. 'Thick' was even a part of his email address. Promising. As was the accompanying picture he attached.

How was this guy NOT getting an invite over?? Hell, we even moved our time up when one of my meetings got canceled. No way I was letting this guy get away.

He showed up at the appointed time and looked better than his stats made him out to be.

If possible he was hot, cocky, understated and seemingly genuine all at the same time. He was very good looking, with a great body and clearly as you saw, a really nice cock. Either I have more mojo going on than I think or where I was traveling has the dregs when it comes to gay men. I'm betting on the latter.

Knowing he was coming, and him wanting me naked after he arrived, I was already stripped to my briefs and t-shirt. Soon after he arrived, I was down to flesh. He wasn't far behind.

The body was nice and the dick was as promised. IF I have a complaint, it is that he clips his chest hair. I don't get that - but maybe he swims or dives and it was just growing back in. It was a small thing.

Right away he came up behind me, reached around and started to play with my nipples. As you all know: BAD idea. I'm mean, a great idea if the plan was to fuck me. But that hadn't been the plan. Had it, I would have made sure I was cleaned out, etc. I didn't do that. I would have fuckin' got kicked out of Cub Scouts again. Be Prepared !

He knew he had found my on switch(es) and played them to his advantage for a big. I liked his style.

But soon he had plopped himself down on the bed, on his back, with his legs spread. He told me to suck him - and while I take direction well, I did not heed him. Not exactly.

Oh, I got down on my knees and in between his legs, but I went for his nuts. I find mine are way sensitive early on in the process and thought other guys might experience this too. He responded the way I do. I lapped at them ever so lightly, making sure to send shivers down his body. He told me to suck on them, but after doing that for a little while he preferred to have them lapped at. Never say BikeGuy doesn't know what he's doing. He does!!!

But before sucking his cock, I went down farther south. He didn't even attempt to stop me. Why would he?

He had a really tasty hole. I lapped at that too. And flicked at it with my tongue - oh and buried it up there as well. I will say this, for his inference of being a top, I could tell that hole had seen some action. I've eaten enough to know used from unused. He was the latter.

But he had an incredible cock - and one I love and he loved me to love. I used my better than average skills to orally pleasure him. See?



He had a dirty fuckin mouth on him and a dirty mind. We both wanted him to fuck me, but it did not happen, though he was happy to play with where his dick would have gone.

He continued to tweak my nipples, play with my ass and push his cock into my mouth. All of this lasted only maybe 40 minutes and I could have gone on and on and on. But he was well down the road of needing to lose his load and he did - right in my mouth.

Of course I swallowed it all, just as I had promised him.

He left his brand new bottle of poppers with me saying he'd come back for them tomorrow - AND to fuck my ass.

Unfortunately, I still have the poppers and he still had his load. He never showed, though did email apologizing for not being able to make it.

Next time I'm in his town, I will let him hit that!

Mouthful

So I was out and about for work and placed a CL ad stating I was working from my hotel room all day and that I was happy to help guys get a load off - and sure enough, responses came out of the woodwork.

Responses by people who cannot read, but that is par for the course when you place an ad. Guys who don't include stats when it is told to be a requirement. Guys who don't send pics when it is more than suggested. Guys who clearly don't know what ht/wt proportional is (hint: it is not 5'6", 190 or 6', 250). And the worse, the guys who want to get me off. My ads are pretty clear.

I did connect though, so no worries. But there were more turn-downs and flakes than actual meet-ups. But here is one:

don't have a pic sorry....I am 5 11, 197 brn blu 7 cut.....told I'm cute....

WHO in this day and age does not have, or cannot get a pic?

Anyway, he showed up and not bad. Young. I'm guessing mid-20s, but not bad. I'm not sure he was 7", he may have been overstating it a bit, but he knew how to use it. Or me, as the case may be.

I started by blowing him nice and everything and then he just took over and fucked my face. And fucked and fucked and fucked. He knew how to hold out, when to pull back and when to go full force.

His cock was only out of his fly for a while and I couldn't quite get that. I wanted his nuts too. He seemed a bit reluctant. I found out, kind of.

While averagely built atop, his upper thighs, what little actually became exposed were huge, but not muscularly so. That explains the almost 200 lbs. It was a weird kind of physical disparity.

But we weren't getting naked and we weren't gonna date, so what the fuck did I really care. I went back to work. Well, he did. Pumping my mouth and me taking it. Soon enough, well, like 30 minutes total, he was ready to pump off a load - and I was there to catch it.


I showed this pic to a buddy of mine afterward and he goes, "I would have beaten your ass for not swallowing it".

Silly man. Of course, I swallowed it. But I had to capture the jizz for the blog, no? You guys DO want to see this kind of stuff - am I right?

On his way out, he turned to me and said, "I can't wait to use you again". It's a nice sentiment, but highly unlikely.

Into the Mouth

So yesterday Grindr made a hit locally. Actually a number of in from out of town guys were on. Not sure exactly all what's happening, but it's happening.

The winner was a guy who claimed to be married and only wanted to jo. I was clear with him that this was not my scene and I will also cop to that I was like so many assholes who try to get with me - meaning, they hit me up in hopes of changing my mind, which almost never works.

I wanted his dick in my mouth, it was that nice of a penis. But he wanted to nothing more than to stroke off in front of me. He would have liked me to beat off too, but I told him that was not my scene. ...and as you know, it isn't.

But I went to his hotel room and watched him stroke his really thick 7.5". The one he said guys had told him was the perfect cock - the best one to hold and to suck. But he wasn't letting me.

I played with his nipples and he with mine. I lightly touched his hairy nuts. I grabbed his lubed up rod and stroked that a bit too. He was close. He told me.

"Are you hungry?" I told him I was.

"Get on your knees". I did.

"Open your mouth". I did.

He got close, but not too close. He stroked and stroked some more and then got just a little closer.

My mouth opened. My tongue was extended. And then he shot.

I'd like to say I caught it all, but with him not willing to put his head in my mouth, I could only get about three-quarters of his jizz. You know how it is, that spurting cum is a bit uncontrollable. You can't always direct it.

Some went on the floor, some went in my goatee. Most went in my mouth.

For a guy who had jacked-off earlier in the day he had a huge load and it tasted good. I was happy to have gotten it.

He was done and so was I. I tried to snap a pic of the load in my goatee, but I don't think it came out horribly well.

Maybe next time.

Guest Blogger Post

I have stories to tell - honest. I just need to get them written down. In the mean time, enjoy a story from my almost long forgotten guest blogger, Lou.

For the first time in God knows when, I was cruised on the street.

I was carrying a large box to my car when we made eye contact. We did the turn-and-look game a few times until I went back and walked up to him. We made small talk and I gave him my business card. I invited myself to his place, so we walked the half block walk to his house.

He showed me around a bit until we wound up In the kitchen. He leaned in and in no time we were making out. Pants were opened and the groping began. Eventually, his hand went to my ass and he began playing with it. He turned me around and lined up his very hard and straight 6 incher to my hole. He suggested that we go upstairs, where we stripped down. He got a bottle of lube from the closet and placed it on the nightstand. He asked if I like poppers (fuck yeah!) as he opened the nightstand drawer. He chose a bottle out of like 5 and we each took a whiff.

In no time we were back to kissing and groping. A minute later he spun me around and grabbed the lube. He told me to bend over as I held onto the side of the bed. He lubed my hole and his cock. I braced myself as he shoved in. I didn’t have much choice but to get used to the assault he was performing on me. He slammed me like there was no tomorrow. After 10 minutes of being used, his thrusts became harder and faster. Soon he grunted loudly as he shot a thick load deep inside me. While still inside me, I grabbed my cock and began stroking. I came buckets as he pulled out of me. We cleaned up and chatted some more while dressing. Said goodbye and I was on my way.

You never know where the day will take you.

Grindr Find

I have to say, I haven't had the best of luck with Grindr to get cock.

When I first got he app, I hit it the first half-dozen times and scored 100......but then it promptly went to zero. I've seen some hot guys here and there, but no one who follows-through. Lame. Don't they know what the app is fuckin' for?

But there is some leather "event" here in town this week, so there are a bunch of out-of-towners who are here. And quite a few have iPhones - clearly.

I was working downtown and got hit up by one. On his profile pic, he looked ok. 45, 6'2", 200 lbs, blonde. He looked solidly built and the pics of his dick were nice. He added he looked "better in person". My friend "Lou" told me that anyone who says that usually isn't.

This proved to be the case. Room 1213, I was directed to and I walked from my office to the hotel. I was greated promptly. The guy wasn't horrid, but I can't say he looked a lot like his picture.

The guy did have a nice dick. Maybe around 8" but on the thinner side when it came to his shaft.

He sat in his hotel chair and I got on my knees and went to work. He wasn't hard when I started, but still a nice length. It didn't take too long to get him hard.....



...and unfortunately, it didn't take a long time to get him off. I don't even think I sucked him (and got face fucked) for 1o minutes before he blew his unassuming, underwhelming load in my mouth.

With little or no additional exchange, I swallowed, thanked up, got up and walked out the door and back to my office.

He had probably gotten what he wanted, and I got what I asked for - whether it was exactly what I wanted or not.

It wasn't a loser situation, but I can't say it was a winner either. Just necessary.

4 Guys. 5 Loads

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Different But Not Different

I'm thinking I should tread lightly with this post - but that's not necessarily my style, is it?

For the first time, I knowingly had sex with someone who reads my blog. Yes, I said knowingly. You kind of have to figure men are covert, deceptive, piggy and such, and some had to know they were having sex with a work-renowned sex blogger, right?

I don't have any kind of following in Greenland, all of China (I blame government censorship) or two-thirds of Africa (which I just blame poverty and no connectivity).

And since this guy knew I was a sex blogger, he also knew I'd be writing about it - right? Right! Eh, he's a big boy, he can take it.

And he is a big boy - pushing 9". .....but let's back up first and let me intro this.

#1 Blogger Fan (allegedly) contacted me any number of years ago and we've been in touch on and off ever since. Besides being a dedicated reader, he gets where I'm coming from on many fronts. After a few years, there isn't much he doesn't know of me.......and trust me, it ain't all pretty. We tried setting him up as a guest-blogger within my site, but he only had two entries.

It's not actually for his lack of sexual experience that has stopped him from writing, but he's not committed to it, I guess. No biggie. It was an experiment and one I would allow him to try again at some point.

Last time I was in his town, I had dinner with him. Just dinner. It was a first time meeting and it went well but did not end in sex - though if anyone had looked out the restaurant windows at just the right time, they would have seen me grab him by the back of the neck and stick my tongue in his mouth while we were in the parking lot, parting ways. He is a very sexy man.

I was back in town and very busy with work, and he was busy as well, but he wanted to see me - and vice versa. The only time I had was right before I left town, and said he could give me a ride to the airport. I might have asked for one. It's not like I needed the ride, that's what expense reports are for.

And when I say he wanted to "see" me, that's what I took it for. Time was limited and our last encounter ended in a kiss. I had no expectations. Hopes, sure - but not expectations.

He picked me up at my hotel and off we went. He wanted to show me his house and I was wanting to see it. Four floors of goodness. We started off on the main floor and when we went into the basement I was more hopeful, but then it was on to the other levels. Oh well.

However, once we completed the tour on the fourth level and just chatting about storage, he just turned to me and in a low guttural voice said, "get on your fuckin' knees - now!". I complied.

The thing about "Lou" is, he can go from nice guy to sex pig in 0.002 seconds flat - without missing a beat.

I gnawed at his crotch for only a little bit and went for his belt. I hadn't seen a belt buckle like that since I had been in cub scouts and it was part of my uniform, but I managed without his assistance. "Yeah, you know how to work all belts, don't you pig?" came from his mouth. I'm sure I smiled knowing that I did.

I opened his pants and out it plopped. Lou says he's 9", and he just might be - he's at least very close. Hell, if he is 9", it is 9" around! That boy is gifted in girth! The length ain't too shabby either, I must say.

He stood before me feeding me dick - big dick. As I've said before, I do so much better with a larger cock than a smaller or medium one. For some reason, I have no issue taking it to the back of my throat with zero gag reflex, even when he holds on to the back of my head and pumps. I actually do gag on smaller dicks - why is that? Lou says its because (and no offense, he preempted) I've got a wide mouth.

"Oh yeah, you're just as good as everyone says you are".

I'm sure what he meant was, I'm as good as I say everyone says I am - that is unless he's been contacting my unnamed tricks these last few years/decades, which oddly wouldn't surprise me all that much.

"Look up here". I did, cock still in mouth. He snapped a pic with his phone.

"This is for your blog"


Yeah - he knew I was gonna write about this!!

You can definitely see how wide he is, but it doesn't quite show you how long he is, or the curve that goes with it. It is a beautiful piece of meat. That's what it is, but that's how he treated me - to a degree.

At some point he sat down in a chair and I crawled between his legs and just sucked away. I started to forget about time or that damned flight I had to catch. I had to get him off.

This is a man who performs acts of self-love at least three times per day, so not knowing he would actually be meeting up with me had taken care of 'business' twice already before 3p. And as much as I would have liked to have taken care of it orally without any hand manipulation - his or mine - with my time constraints, there had to be a little help.

While he took matters into his hands for a moment, BikeGuy Jr. needed to be released from his jeans. It was too uncomfortable kneeling there with that tent. I stood up to unleash him and Lou seemed duly impressed. He commented at one point that the pictures didn't really lie or do it justice.

Oh, and Lou is not a bad cocksucker himself, though he didn't get my prize. Timing and priorities, ya know.

And the priority was getting him to ejaculate. Before going back to my knees, I leaned over and kissed him and kissed him hard. I'm 90% sure that got him harder and much closer to my goal. His goal too.

I was back on my knees sucking while he helped stroke it. Somewhere in there he muttered about next time it would be buried up my ass while I bit the pillow. NICE! Made me even harder.

The talk, the action, the kiss all took us where we wanted to go. Our not so final destination. That will be another visit. But Lou popped off a nice sized load - be it his first or third of the day. I held it in my mouth before swallowing, but looking up at him as I did it.

I pulled off....eventually....and then stood up and said, "now, take me to the airport!!!!".

Lou pulled himself together while I went down and waited in the kitchen. By the time he got there, I showed him what I had just typed into my iPhone:


"Here's what I just sent to 806 of my closest Twitter followers". He slyly smiled, and then drove me to the airport.

Make it Stop

I can't say I was raped. Not in anyway shape or form.

Here's what I can say - I understand how people deal with the act of having sex with someone they'd rather not and how you hear about rape victims just closing their eyes and waiting/hoping for it to be over.

I was out of town. He messaged me on ManHunt. The description was nice, the pictures were promising. But real life has a way of fucking with that perception.

The man was african-american and had some really nice pictures. But in reality, he was not all that pleasant to look at or be with. Why I didn't just send him away, I do not know. I just didn't.

He wanted to kiss and I would have with the guy in the pics, who were him - so he didn't really misrepresent, he just had a really really good photographer.

He wanted to eat out my ass and sure, I allowed that. But his stubble was so wiry that it actually annoyed my ass. Of course, this was an hour after the Cowboy guy beat the shit out of it, so that might have had something to do with it, but only a little something.

And speaking of "little somethings" the penis wasn't what he said it was, or he's unable to use a tape measure accurately. 6" tops.

So he wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to go, so we compromised. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes and he fucked me. The only somewhat urging I did was to ask him to fuck me harder and faster because, well it would be over sooner. I needed it to be over.

I needed a cock and a load, but at what cost?

He had to know what was up, right - because I wasn't. Not in the slightest, nor did I attempt to manually try to get me there.

Listen guys, you know this blog is about the good and the bad. I had an incredible scene in the same room, same town a few hours before - anything else should have paled in comparison, but this one was just bad no matter what you put it up against.

I'd say: 'live and learn' but I rarely do. I take my chances. I gamble. Sometimes I lose.

Tuff as Nails

Just saw your post. free here until 8pm or tmrw morning if you are around. horny masc bi verbal guy, real discrete. 5'8, 175, 38yrs. shaved head, thick beard, safe, ddf. thick five, sweet ass, three day load.'Safe' is a relative term.

His was a reply from a CL ad I posted while traveling for work. He was the last of my responders - hours after the fact - and as it turns out the only viable reply.

His picture was accurate, his stats were dead-on, especially the beard. Well groomed, it was, but thicker than I had ever seen on a man. It was to the point that I had to run my hand through it during our encounter. He didn't mention perfect teeth, which he had, and used to smile for pleasure and evil.

A little background: I normally post for guys who are aggressive and verbal to be a plus. I do that to try to get guys with a pulse. Usually you get barely get the "oh yeah, suck my cock..." and even then it's fairly anemic.

So even without that low benchmark, this guy would have blown everyone out of the water - with both aggression and verbally demeaning skills. The shaved head, perfect teeth and manly beard just added to the entire thing.

He knocked. I opened. He came in and started stripping. He talked about cocksuckers he knew from Toledo, Akron, and other NE Ohio cities, but never one from Cleveland. I wanted to give him one to talk about.

Immediately he took over. His mouth ran over with filth that I wish I could remember. If you recall when I talked about M, when I'm enamoured, I tend to get lost in the detail. Too lost. And to be honest, the way it all spilled out of his mouth - I could not do it, or him, justice in writing.

Like artists who can paint masterpieces with a brush, this man did it with words. Dirty dirty words.

He's also "aggressive" - in words and deeds.

I got down on my knees and he leaned against the wall, but before I could start my blowjob, he spit on my face. Big time.....and with aggression.

I know it is not everyone's cup of tea, but it turns me on and puts me in my place in a sexual/non-sexual kind of way. What I loved about it was, we had never discussed anything other than what was in the ad and he had me pegged - completely.

I did an expert job of blowing him - ask anyone. Definitely ask the people in adjoining room 1822. There is no way they didn't hear all of this. Every little bit.

"Cowboy" talked about the Ohio guys who had blown him and slipped in one who ate his hole great. I'm not saying he was manipulative to plant that in my head, but it certainly gave me the opening to snack on his ass.....and a challenge to do it better than that other guy. But I probably did play right into his hands - or ass, as it were.

This guy turned out to be all about getting his ass eaten. Lucky me. Lucky him. I ate, sucked, licked, lapped, tongued, tongue-fucked and kissed that hole for about 45 minutes. He was much cleaner when he left then when he walked in.

For most of the time he sat on my face, covering both my mouth and nose with his rump - and let me tell you, he did not give one care if I could get oxygen or not. He knew this was about him and not me. Good for him - bad for the air supply to my brain, but you do what you have to.

At some point I do remember him mentioning he'd like his girlfriend to see this so she'd know what it meant to eat ass. I don't know whether to believe he liked women or not (but here's hoping!) and I told him to bring her by - and that I'd show her!

The word "faggot" fell out of his mouth a lot and with ease and vile. Again, a huge turn-on for me. But he was aggressive and not just with unintended breath control. The man had a strong hand.

One reason things got a bit fuzzy was my lack of hearing. The man smacked me around so hard and so often there was a lot of ringing in my ears. His bending me over like he was going to fuck me (I knew he wouldn't though) was a good case to be more limber. He had me on my back but legs so far up and over that I actually ended up doing an unintentional somersault off the bed.

In all of this melee, at some point he had me on my belly and decided to start slapping my ass. Well - spanking it and hard! Beet red hard. He made sure to hit the exact same place over and over and over to get the maximum burn and hurt. I struggled but he didn't care that much and to be honest, I wasn't trying to get away that hard. I'm an almost 190 lb guy who works out a lot. If I didn't want to be there, I wasn't gonna be there.

There was additional smacking around - many body parts. He did mention that he had been frustrated all day and needed this kind of release. I was happy to provide it for him. There was additional ass eating, more spit and more cocksucking too. Oddly enough - no kissing! (i kid i kid - there was NEVER going to be any kissing!)

But he did get me on my back and fuck my face for the last time.....and this time to dump his load in me. I held it in my mouth and as I do so often, took his hand to my throat so he could feel me swallow his seed.

It was a risky move with this guy and he teetered. He did grab the the throat and felt it and that dazzling smile came over his face when he realized what I did it for, but that smile went from glee to sinister a bit and he kept squeezing and a bit harder. I wasn't really that worried, but he was a stranger and you just never know.

He got up and hit the hotel shower and to be honest, I stood there and watched him, mostly because he was a very good specimen to watch.

As he dressed, I did what I felt was necessary and just knelt in the room. Before he left, he came over and without any discussion points about this, I got one more hard smack across the face and big wad of spit on it too. Then he was gone.



Epilogue: the next day he emailed me telling me to get a big dildo and to be thirsty. He also left a time, but with my work schedule it was not going to work out - either me getting an opportunity to buy a dildo or even meeting up. The 'thirst' thing intrigued me though - at least from him.

I also found that my right shoulder was badly bruised in some kind of play we engaged in. He told me not to be a crybaby about it. I told him I wasn't - that it was a badge of honor!

Delivering a Fuck

So, I was back at the bookstore - the only bookstore around - to find some fun.

I had gotten off a plane and had to drive near the place and thought I'd stop in. Still fresh from a long meeting and in a suit, I ducked in and paid the fee to go back and see what there was to see.

You know me, I was looking for cock and cum because that's who I am and what I am. But as I was paying, there is this other guy in a suit just hanging out inside near the register. I'm not sure if he's making time with the clerk or what, but I've never seen two guys in a suit in this place. This part of town is either all blue collar or unemployed. But even white collar dudes need sex, right?

I did the walk around and even though it was quitting time in the city, the place was fairly dead. I have no idea where all the cars in the parking lot are going - but there is a strip club attached, so maybe they are watching the pole dancing T&A show.

I took a seat in a booth and just hung out watching bad porn. As you can imagine, it wasn't long before Mr. Suit swung by and peeked in.

Peeked in turned to a grope and an unzipping of him and me - both at his hand. Before I had a chance to even check him out, he was on his knees swallowing my rod. While in theory he should have been a good cocksucker, I wasn't totally feeling it.

I say 'in theory' because he could take me all the way down and not feel his teeth - and he could impale himself on it orally with no trouble. But his motions were ok but nothing to excite me. And again, I had come here to do the same thing.

We got a few on-lookers, including one 20-something guy who was ok with a smallish dick. I made Mr. Suit suck him but the kid pushed him off a few times, clearly being too close and then he ended up shooting on the floor.

I told Mr. Suit if he wasn't gonna take that load, or mine, to get the fuck out now. He went back to my cock.

But then things changed. He had undone his belt and I thought I might get a chance at his medium sized prong. But that was not what he had in mind. He stood up and turned around to show me his ass.

I will say this, it was a nicely built butt with just the right amount of fur. He wanted me to fuck him - his actions told me so, but so did his words.

I stood up and he slobbered on my cock - stringy globs of spit. I put it up to the hole and sank in. Most of the way, anyway. He pulled off and re-lubed and did it again and again.

He claims it was hard to take, but I wasn't getting that from him. It went in too easily and that man was clean as a whistle. He was ready for this fuck. And at some point, I decided to give it to him. REALLY give it to him.

He wanted to adjust to my 8 inches - but I pushed him over, and he went there all too willingly. And then I started the in and out. As you know, I'm not much of a top but I try my best when I do it. My biggest concern is losing my erection because I just don't care that much about tapping ass.

I did ok though. It helped that a few guys stopped by to watch at least for a while. I do like an audience on whichever side of the stick I'm on. It helped that one guy was egging me on and telling me to 'pound his ass' and asking if it felt good - I gave a half-hearted shrug.

I had the guy bent over far and each time he tried to straighten up I pushed him back over. He was shorter anyway and I needed the angle for leverage. He was jacking as I fucked him and he said he couldn't wait to see me blow my load.

At that point I stopped. I made sure he and the guys watching heard what I said.

"You're not going to see it", I said.

"Why not???", the married faggot asked.

"You have my raw cock up your ass - do you actually think I'm going to pull out?"

He said nothing. I took it as a sign of acceptance or approval. Not that I really cared what he thought at that point. It was going to happen.

With me saying that, it did take me to a new level. My dick was rock solid and I think it pushed me closer to the edge. In a matter of minutes I was silently unloading up his butt.

The guy watching me knew what I was doing, but the fuckee wasn't 100% sure. The guy watching could see my face and it didn't hurt that I winked at him while shooting my nut.

I pulled out and was still clean except for some strings of my own jizz attached to my shaft. Easy enough to clean off and suit up.

Then I was out of there.

Got More

Friday I was working from home, and while busy, I did have time to scour the internet for cock. I mean, I am after-all - ME.

I was hoping for a lunchtime feeding and wrote my CL ad as such. I tried to be creative since most of these things are so fucking sad and they don't even use punctuation.

Want Cock Sucked, the ads will say, but they don't put in the question mark, so you assume they want their cock sucked. Then get all bent out of shape when you say you want to suck theirs - which was never their intent. Morons.

Anyway, my nicely worded ad got me little to no traction. The creative is wasted on the uneducated. I got a seemingly great guy who was into it and talked a good game, but you kind of figure by the 7th email they are all talk and will never follow through. He got miffed when I told him to man-up or go away. You can figure which he did.

There were a few other responses, but by this time, lunch had come and gone. But I did opt to meet up with a guy who couldn't do anything until later. 47 yo, 5'10", 185 with hairy chest and legs.

I said yes, because, hell, I needed cock and a load and my options were clearly limited.

The doorbell rang exactly when he said he'd be there. I don't know how to describe him better than, imagine a sleazy porn producer. Tinted glasses, euro t-shirt, a crystal or two hanging around his neck. Swaggering with what seems like undeserved confidence.

I'm not saying this in a bad way - because right or wrong, there is something that is a turn on by the wrong kind of guy with the right kind of bravado. He immediately opened his pants and showed a nice thickening 8". The deal was done.

"Where do you wanna do it?" he asked. I got on my knees right there in the kitchen, a room we never left. Naturally, I did a great job providing head. I always try to and that is kind of my job - and the one I advertised to complete. I took him all the way down to his pubes, would hold the dick there and then come back to the head. Of course there was attention paid to the head and shaft with my tongue.

At one point he took a half or full step back and I had to lean forward to stay on the cock. In doing so, I rounded my back a bit and exposed my ass so he could lean over me and feel down my crack. Yeah, this guy knew what he was doing. He was experienced.

This is why Mr. Sleazy Porn Producer was good. He knew what to do and when to do it. This hands on my chest and nipples got me going. His touches to my hole, ever so lightly, really sealed the deal, though no one was willing to say anything at this point for fear of breaking the deal.

He pulled me up and stood behind me, ever so carefully playing with my nipples, which I've told you before are both 'on switches'. As he did that, he came closer attempting a dry hump, but what he was really doing was really testing the waters. I leaned over farther.

He took the hint. Soon his 8" member was between my crack and pressing at the entrance. I swiveled a bit and leaned over the kitchen island, thus non-verbally surrendering to his invasion.

Not a word was spoken from his end as he slid in, with only my spit on his cock. It was a bit rough to begin with, but with some nipple play, I opened up nicely for him.

Since he clearly had figured out I was willing, he took it as a sign to FUCK. And he did. It wasn't the longest session, but it was intense. Heavy breathing (both of us), moans (mostly me) and then a huge grunt (him).

He buckled and shook and unloaded up my ass. I remained propped on the island and took what I had basically asked for, even though it was not what the ad implied. It is still what I wanted. It was still what I needed.

Swollen Lips

Hours later, my lips were still swollen and puffy. And rightfully so. For the record, this is not a complaint.

But to back up, I made a trek to a client site and was there for hours. When I was done with my work, it was later afternoon, but not after 5p. I only mention this because in this area of town, people are on a 7a-3p, 3p-11p shift kind of jobs. They are not 8-5-ers. I am. Suit. Tie. Nicely polished shoes.

After my series of meetings, I headed to an adult video arcade. One I have frequented all too often with too many iffy results. But when you’re in need, you do what you have to do. I had already checked Grindr with no luck as usual, so I went to the video place and plopped down my $10. It seems pricey, and it is, but there are no quarters, no tokens, no anything. You can stay as long as you fucking want on that ten spot.

Even though in theory it was the hour(s) it should be packed, there weren’t that many people in the joint. And the ones that were: f’ugly. One guy had a gorgeous cock, but the rest of him was so incredibly heinous, it made me take stock and reflect: I guess you won’t do just anyone!, I said to myself.

As I sat and flipped through the rotten porn (way to many chicks with dicks movies), a few guys came by and peeked in. Or stood and oogled. If you’re a bottom, you just know another bottom or cocksucker. I didn’t pay $10 to get my cock sucked – I can do that for free.

Every now and again, this one prospect would swing by but never stay or even really look that much. He was the only one I had been slightly interested in since arriving. He was 6’4” or so, goateed and glasses. A protruding gut, but not a show stopper. He actually looked a lot like me, though I’ve lost my gut in the last two years.

But he’d look in and move on. I was not going to be that easily dismissed by my only possibility.

Next time he looked in, I purposefully unzipped my suit fly and he stood and watched as I took out my cock. He did the same thing, while standing in the doorway.
His frame was so large, he literally blocked the door so no one coming behind him could look in. He created his/our own privacy shield.

After he took out his flaccid cock, his hands went right back into his pockets. This was good news for me. He wasn’t looking to touch me or turn the tables and blow me.

When I say he was flaccid, I don’t mean he was small, just soft. The man had a really nice hang – at least 5” and somewhat fat. In my suit and that dirty floor – I went to my knees.

Never taking his hands out of his pockets, he let me envelop his shaft into my mouth. Not a sound was made by him as I sunk all the way down.

There is such power in what a cocksucker does to get a soft cock hard. To be able to feel it expand in your mouth, knowing that you’re the one to make it grow is a great feeling.

And grow it did. The prick got wider and longer – to about the 9” mark.

I’m sure I’ve said it before, I have a much easier time going down on a larger fatter cock than an average thin one. The latter kind can make me, well, not gag exactly, but trigger some response that isn’t the best. The former, it just fills my mouth like it knows that is what it was meant to do in life. I know many men who have complete opposite experiences on what cock size is better for the fit of their mouths.

When he was fully “up” and I was still putting my lips to his zipper, with ease, I started getting reactions from him – verbal and non. “yes yes oh yes….that’s it” hissed from his mouth. I said nothing – maybe a moan while my mouth was still on his shaft, giving him something to hear and feel.

I sucked him for over 30 minutes. I just didn’t suck….I used that tongue to no end to stimulate the corona of his cock head. He loved it. I loved it. I didn’t just suck – he fucked my face. REALLY fucked my face.

His hands came out of his pockets and went to the side of my head to steady it and his hips pumped as hard or as soft as he chose. The cock always went deep – as it is meant to do, in theory. I never gagged – he liked that. I’m guessing there aren’t tons of guys he’s encountered who can take him like that. I’m hoping there aren’t.

He was a silent guy for the most part, but about 15 minutes in, he told me he didn’t think he could cum, as he already had. And it is not so much that I was undeterred and wanted my way to get his load (though I did), at some point, and it goes against most any sex I believe in, it didn’t matter!

His cock was so nice and felt so good in me, I could have sucked it for hours and not cared of he built up, let alone expelled, his jizz into my mouth.

For whatever issues he had with just cumming a short time before, he had no trouble staying erect. I will give him some of the credit, but I’ll be selfish and give me some of it too. I know my skills were sending him to good places and those destinations made and kept him hard.

At some point in time his big manly hand wrapped around the back of my head and he basically skull fucked me. This continued for some time – and again, I was loving it. He remained rock hard.

He never mentioned that not being able to cum a second time thing again, but like I said, that was no longer top of my list. I was in the moment of just making him feel good and if he wasn’t going anywhere, why should I?

But as luck, and hard work, would have it, all the tell-tale signs were there: prolonged cocksucking. A massive hard cock. A determined feeder. Heavier and heavier breathing. A massive hard cock getting harder.

There was no announcement. There was no warning While it is hot to hear dirty dirty words at the time of ejaculation, an equally hot time is just taking a slightly unexpected load in your mouth. Or MY mouth, as the case may be.

It was thick, but not copious amounts. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting any at all, so who am I to look a gift horse-hung man in the mouth? My mouth.

It, the semen, that is, tasted great and naturally I swallowed every drop as any cocksucker worth his salt would do.

With an upward nod of his head, acknowledging a non-verbal,” thanks, I’m outta here”, he was out of there, even starting his zip up process after turning and walking away. Me – I was still on my knees.

I had realized halfway through our “session” that my lips were being abused by his fucking my mouth – but I was loving it. A reminder, even if only temporary – as it is with the taste of the cum. Temporary.

But it was there. And I have the memory

Cocksucker

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600k

At some point in the last few hours, I surpassed over 600,000 hit on this blog.

Not bad considering in the last few year, I was pretty irregular about doing any entries. I've been better and will be better in the future.

And not bad considering for the first year or so, I didn't have a counter, so I know I'm greater than 600k, I just don't know how much greater.

I'm headed to PA this upcoming week for work. I'll be scoping out nasty hook-up sites to find guys to cum by my hotel and dump a load in me.

Sound good?

Titan Top

6' 1" 225 7" football player build mwm masculine top lookin for hot sex daytime fun

Let's start off with the description being accurate, while the below pic was probably taken in good light at a good angle and maybe 3-4 years ago.


He was masculine for sure. He was probably closer to 240. But he walked in the door - 45 minutes late and reeking of pot. Not a great start.

He brought poppers which was a nice gesture, though I'm trying to lay off them, as they impede a good erection and always give me a headache. He also brought poppers in a can, or whatever you call them.

You spray them into a rag and either huff it or shove the rag in your mouth. He opted for the latter. Again, not a great beginning.

There was little foreplay. I lay on the bed and he fucked my face - and I mean he FUCKED it. But he was totally into that I could take it. "Experienced" is what he called me. If he only knew. I have a fucking Ph.D. in cocksucking!

Then it was me on my knees and him shoving that 7" cock up me. It is hard to tell from the pic, but he was THICK. Way thick.

But this is why I liked him and overlooked the weight, the pot and the huffing: he didn't give a shit about my needs. It was about his cock and getting off - no matter how I felt.

Yeah, it was a struggle to get him up me. Yeah I'm sure I winced when he pounded my ass. There were little words from him - mostly because he had a rag shoved into his mouth like he was Patty Hearst being taken by the SLA. Only muffles could be heard.

Now and again, he'd respray and that frozen shit went on my back, then he'd be back to moaning through the rag. I was never sure if he was trying to say something or moaning as he was coming - I just couldn't tell.

He wasn't coming. That would take a while. About 30 minutes of ass-pumping before he ended up pushing me to the hotel mattress and spraying my guts with his seed.

The guy wasn't the end all / be all, but for that moment, it was what I needed: a hard fuck and an assful of spooge.

Daddy Suck Off

So I'm on the road in a town in the south. Yeah - that's as specific as I feel like getting.

I arrived early morning with nothing to do, work-wise, until afternoon. So, I got into my room and immediately logged onto ManHunt. I will say this about this town: they are big into the IM function of MH. Neither here nor there - it just is.

So, I got an IM from a 42 6'0" man. Claimed to be muscular and his pic seemed to stand by that assertion. 44c, 32w. He also claimed to have 8". Don't they all?

He said 15 minutes he'd be at my hotel and for me to leave the door open and naked on the bed. All he wanted was head. He was married and wanted to be safe. Ok. That's fine.

I did all he requested and sure enough he showed, albeit about 10 minutes late. He seemed to be what he said he was, except maybe for age. He had to be 10 years older or had just had a harder life or spent too much time in the sun. I've never seen a 42 yo with those kind of facial lines. He also had the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Contacts, maybe?

His cock wasn't 8" either. A really solid (and I do mean SOLID) 7" with a really really really nice head on it. Helmet head.

The guy stripped down and came over to the side of the bed and fed me. Or I fed on him, to be more accurate. I love getting reactions out of a married father. It's been a long time since a guy's cock has been THIS hard and I do believe it wasn't from any enhancing drugs.

After the appropriate amount of time to let me do my thing, he began to pump my mouth. He liked doing that.

A slight time after that, he actually climbed up on the bed and laid upon me. He said he wanted to rub dick to dick, but I know deep down he wanted more. His cock got under my nuts and I tempted him a bit with my hole. I don't think he was bold enough to actually go through with it, but if I were a regular in town, he'd eventually go for it.

He rolled over and laid back for me to get between his legs and suck some more. And I did - for about 20 minutes. He could pulse his dick to feed me pre-cum. GREAT tasting pre-cum. I loved his pre-cum control. But that's not how I wanted to get fed the main course.

I talked him into squatting in front of my face while I laid back in the bed and bracing himself with his hands on the wall, he fed my face. The cock was harder than ever and he mentioned it and how full the head was getting - and it was.

With no other warning he unloaded a big splash of seed.....then another one and another one. And it kept coming and cumming.

He kept it on my mouth and I wasn't looking to take it out. I had promised him I'd take every drop and I thought I did. But when iI extracted it, I squeezed the shaft and a huge drop came from the hole in the head.

He pushed it back to me and said, "you said you'd take it all." Like a good cocksucker and greedy pig, I cleaned it up like a pro.

We're both hoping he can come back daily while I'm here. IF he can get away from the wife.

3 for Lunch

I was working off-site today and on the way back to the office, I swung by a bookstore/adult video arcade. As it happened, it turned out to be 12:30p - so I was hoping for some kind of lunch crowd. The parking lot seemed promising - a nice mix of things like pick-up trucks and BMWs. I wasn't sure what to expect.

I don't know why I think outside the box, they are always the same kind of guys. Hell, I'm one of those kind of guys. Middle aged, horny, desperate.

I roam the halls and stalls looking - always looking.

I peeked in one stall to see this hot guy (for there) getting blown. I could never see the guy blowing him as he was face down in the guy's crotch. However, the feeder just stared at me and pretty much ignored his eater. But I moved on.

I took a booth and waited. It didn't take long. Some guy came in, that in theory was all wrong. Thinning hair on top, but long in the back. His cock was almost 7" but I was hungry and went down on it.

The guy had the perfect mouth. Telling me what I was, what I was to do to him. How he wanted to fuck me. Raw.

He fucked my face and my throat and I took it. With no doors on the booths, many were coming and going, looking in for a spell. When the guy did blast off, it was a HUGE HUGE load. And it tasted great. I immediately regretted not having him stand me up, turn me around and fuck me right there for all to see.

I moved around a bit after that. What I didn't realize is that one of the guys who was watching me was the first feeder. The guy was mid-40s and a rough looking sort. The kind of guy who knows what he wants and how to get it - no questions. He wasn't great at taking hints.

He had me on my knees making me blow him. "Making" is all relative, I suppose. He hissed at me that he didn't give the other guy his load because he knew he'd be feeding it to me. HOT.

I sucked him for a long time. I got face fucked by him too. More guys in the doorway. He told me he couldn't cum until he saw my pretty little ass. I dropped my suit pants and let him see it.

He pushed me against a wall and rubbed it up and down my crack. This is where his hint taking would have been good. He said he wanted to fuck me. I said nothing. It's not that I didn't want it, it's that I wanted him to just TAKE me regardless of my desires. I wanted or needed him to be in control this way. He didn't do it.

He did put my back on my knees and unloaded my second load of the day. Another biggie. Possibly bigger than the first.

#3 was at the door watching, but oblivious that #2 had shot and I had swallowed.

He was ok too. Late 20s, black hair and lots of potential. A medium dick but thick. He didn't take long at all. Must have been worked up by the show. He shot a small load and it was awfully bitter. Way bitter.

But it was a good day. It was pushing me to 10 loads for the month. At this rate, I will hit my 100 loads for a year.

Sexual, but No Sex

Normally, as you know, I only write about sex encounters I have. You can probably count on 7 fingers how many posts I have done otherwise.

But I thought I'd at least tell you of a somewhat erotic (and yes, only somewhat) thing I did yesterday. A nude photo shoot. A professional (type) one.

I came across the guy on ManHunt - saying he was a professional photographer...blah blah blah...and into yoga. I just messaged him and told him how I thought nude yoga photos would be interesting and the conversation went from there. The idea was to do just that: nude yoga photos.

I have been doing yoga for almost a year and am by no means great at it - at least not technically. And had either of us thought this through, we would have known to get really really good pics of this, one would need to have almost perfect form, which I do not. It did not help that the coloring of the background and mat were all wrong and that being in different positions, mostly with the head facing down, made my face and head all red. The combination was just bad.

But first the set-up: "Antonio" and I had this arranged for weeks. He'd do the photos of me for free, not giving me access to all, but taking 6-10 of the best, tweaking them and giving them to me, in lieu of not only payment, but for his ability to use others he takes for his portfolio to entice new clients. I was game.

About a week before, he emails me and says he has invited his friend "Kevin" to assist. Kevin is a 5 or 6 year yoga student and fellow artist - and would I mind if he was there to help position me and be basically an art director. I like an audience, so I said sure.

I got there on time, as did Kevin. The plan was for 2-3 hours of set-up and shooting and it did take that long. I don't know how models do this, as it is a tedious process of checking positioning and lighting. Austin Powers made it look so easy!

Actually, it probably could have been easier, but the dynamic of two friends and one nude stranger made it a little weird. In sex, I'm somewhat used to guys (if it's a 3 way or more) talking about me like I'm not there. Not so much in a situation like this - not that I've been in a situation like this before.

As a photography subject, I was clearly not a person. At first I was a conduit to art. Yes - art! That was the plan with the yoga pics. But like I said, I think all three of us knew they weren't working. Some of this series did turn out and in an arty form, but I can't say that most were traditional yoga poses. It was more of a look at muscles and most of them in my legs.

It is possible or probable that since the yoga ones were the first pics, that I was not loosened up to the situation - and I don't mean the exercise portion of it all. I just mean mentally. I thought I was. I felt I was. That is until I saw some of the pics. I was ok, but nothing great.

After the yoga stuff, they changed backgrounds from black to white and we went into more what I would call standard naked poses: wife beater, hoodie, baseball cap. At one point we tried the open robe concept but Antonio never even snapped one shot before he rejected it as a bad idea. I agree.

At one point, I had a wife beater, the hoodie and a tie on. I looked like a porn version of a Harry Potter movie.

So why was this erotic? I mean, no sex was done or performed. But being watched and them talking about me was kind of a thrill. Being there with my junk hanging, or beginning to stand, in front of them was hot. Them talking about my ass, legs and look (when it was all working, of course) was completely affirming. I was not used to it. And something in the tones of their voices talking about me was about a half-step away from what might turn into sexual.

I never got fully hard, but hard enough where they definitely liked the cock I was sporting - not that I had anything to do with that. I can work on the abs, chest, arms and legs all I want, but the dick just came with me when I was born.

During part of the shoot, I had the hoodie jacket partially off, with the arms bunched close to my wrists and my hands behind my back. The two thought it looked very passive or submissive. I couldn't disagree. Kevin thought it would have been a good idea to bind my hands behind me and take pics like that - and no one disagreed that a bondage shoot would be out of the question.

In all we took almost 300 shots. Then for an hour the three of us narrowed it down to about 30. If it were me, I would have kept them all and used maybe only a fraction of that, but the rejected ones went into the trash. Hey, I'm sure they take up a lot of hard drive space. But once again, now it was weird for the two of them to be assessing me and addressing body image issues while I just sat there.

Now and again, they'd ask me if I though one shot or another was an erotic shot - and it is hard to answer when the subject is you. I have seemingly no perspective on it and not sure I could separate myself enough to be objective. Clearly, there were a few shots I really liked, and some I liked that no one else did - but it wasn't my shoot, it was Antonio's. If I liked it and they didn't, it still went into the trash. So, the thought process wasn't completely different than sex with me and a good top.

I will get the pics soon enough. While they won't be photoshopped a lot, there will be some cropping and tweaking of contrast and such. I will get the 5-10 shots, whatever comes my way, and depending on which he has chosen, and what I like, I might post some of them here. Or, I might crop them myself so I can show some of them here.

I'm proud of what I did. I liked what I did. I just got an email from Antonio asking if I would be up not only for the bondage shots, but to do a full shoot of me in a suit and the series would be of me disrobing.

I said yes.

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Starting the Year with a Bang!

I think I'm getting 2010 off to a good start. I mean, it's only the second day of the year and I've secured 6 loads. Six! Oh, and they were all in one day.

Day one I kind of slacked and got zero. And all it took was $10 for admission to a sleazy bookstore.

I arrived mid afternoon and the parking lots seemed nicely filled. Paying my cover, I went back into one of two sides that show porn - bad bad porn too. But I wasn't there for the flicks, just the guys watching them, or pretending to watch them.

First booth I peeked in, there as a decent looking guy leaning against the wall facing the door, pubes shaved. He nodded at me, so I entered and knelt down. I immediately took his 6" cock into my mouth. It wasn't difficult to get to the base. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing. He muttered that he wanted me to use my hand too. But that was tough - as my fist was bigger than his shaft. I couldn't stroke and have my mouth on it at the same time.

It probably took him 10 minutes of continual sucking for me to get his load. It was only worth it for the cum. I don't mind the work, but I'm not one to jack off a guy to get his nut. Clearly, my skills only go so far, if a guy insists on jacking off - but my guess is that's how he gets off with everyone.

While I was down my knees, a number of guys came by the booth and watched. Did I forget to mention these booths don't have doors? One guy I had sucked a number of times before at his place and I heard him tell guy #1 that I was the best cocksucker there was - he patted my head as he said it. A nice touch.

I found him next. Lloyd has a good 9". A FAT 9" too. And possibly the biggest balls I've ever seen. He was actually ready to leave when he saw me. He had already gotten off, but we ducked into another booth. He let his enormo-dick drop from his fly, which was totally hot. At first I forgot why I stopped trying to hook up with him, but as I sucked, I remembered all to clearly.

Lloyd is a talker. Constant chatter. In full voice - which is kind of a no-no at a bookstore arcade. Asking about my job, my house, mutual people we know, and places where we've done it before. It's very distracting.

But even though he had gotten off before, I will give Lloyd this - he delivered the biggest load of sperm I'd get all day. And not because the others were small. He had a HUGE load. Like a trooper, he zipped up and left, so I could go do other guys.

The next guy was immediate. He was watching Lloyd feed me. This guy was maybe 5'7" and african-american. Nice body, and a nice 7" uncut dick. He had it out before coming into the booth - I was still on my knees. I went right to it. Worked with his shaft and foreskin for a good pleasure for both of us. He leaned down and said into my ear, "I'd love to eat your ass then stick my bare dick up it and breed you, but good!"

Naturally, it is hard to do that there with no doors on the booths, but it was a great idea. Shortly after that, he shot a nice wad into my mouth. I swallowed.

After that, I kind of had a lull. I walked around. I watched some bad porn. But there was a guy watching me watch porn and he came in, but before I could go for his cock he dropped down for mine. It was ok, but I wasn't that into it. That's not what I came here to do.

Luckily, another guy walked in and opened his zipper. The guy sucking me turned his attention to him, but I could tell the second guy had eyes for me. Even when he did go down to suck the first guy, his gaze never left me.

I think at first I would have rejected him, but as the first sucker really just wanted to suck, he moved on and left. Guy 2 sucked me a bit more before standing and showing me his cock. A nice SOLID 7" Rock hard, solid! I went down on him and he pulled out and started to cum, turning away from me.

Grabbing him, I turned him enough to lock my lips on his head and take most of his load. At this point, he just grabbed my head and held it tight. Nice. Load #4 - and then he was gone without so much as a 'thanks'.

From there, I was walking to the other group of video booths when I saw this guy walk in. Red down park and piercing eyes. I would say he was a former high school football player - and we caught each others eyes. I knew it then we'd do the deed....one of the deeds, anyway.

Sure enough, he followed me into a booth in less than two minutes. He went down on me, but that was only for a little bit before he stood and put his hands on my shoulders. He didn't need to force because you know I'd gladly go down there. He had a good 7" dick, somewhat fat at the base. That man clasped my head and fucked my face hard. Loved it.

As some point he reached up and played with my nipples. I won't really go over how much that turns me on to no end. He figured it out too. Soon his fingers were probing my ass....and I noticed that black guy who I sucked off and wanted to breed me was watching.

But then I turned back to football guy and sucked him off. He wanted me to jack off, but I wasn't into losing my load that way. Not on the floor. It's a waste.

Black guy came in and tried to suck me but he wasn't good. Both guys had me get up and turn around. Football guy egged black guy on to fuck me and he did get it up me, but we had drawn quite a crowd and both guys were not into that. Football guy completely left. Black guy told me to follow him to another less busy booth - no movie playing so it was black as pitch.

There he bent down and ate my ass - and he did it well. Then he stood up and placed that uncut penis at my hole and pushed in - no resistance. He fucked hard and fast. He knew we shouldn't be doing that there, but he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. His mouth near my ear, he made me ask for the load. I suppose he wanted to hear it, or absolve himself of any responsibility for a raw pounding. Then I got a second load from him - right up my ass.

Actually, I left the booth before he did. I looked around for more, but found nothing. Then I came upon that guy tried to suck me with load #4. I let him suck me. What the hell. I was there for almost two hours and reeking of sex.

I am not even sure I was fully hard when I came. I shot and shot, as I am apt to do. When I withdrew, I noticed a guy watching us. The sucker said, 'wow, that was a huge load'. I decided to be smug, but truthful, I replied, 'no, not really. not for me'. And I left.

Yes, 2010 is going to be a good sex year.

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