Tantric Fuck

It was my first night in DC and I was striking out most places, though to be fair, I did not place a CL ad. I was replying to them with no luck. MH wasn't much better - until I saw him.

44, 6'0", 180, buzzed black hair, white (but looked mixed race to me), 7" dick - but thick.

Sucking, 1 on 1, Jerking Off, Bondage, Toys, Nipple Play, Friends, Dating, Safer Only, No PNP, Feet / Socks, Dad / Son, Jockstraps, Married Men, Massage, No Strings, Straight/Bi - he said. His MH ad said.

"Safer Only". What does that even mean?

But he was also into Tantric massage. It seemed to be something new to me.

I’m sure the guy told me his name, but for the life of me I forgot it immediately. We’ll call him “Nick” – he looked like one.

He came in and we made contact. Touch. But that’s what he’s about – Tantric massage. He’s all about touch. In our MH exchange, he said it was late and he did not want to fuck. Just massage. Just touch.

This was new to me – and I wasn’t the one doing the massaging, so what the fuck, I tried it out. I’m always looking for new experiences.

Nick brought his own poppers and bottle of lube. I wasn’t 100% sure what it would be for since we weren’t fucking. Massage oil, I could see, but not lube. Catch as catch can, I suppose.

We stripped, he got me on the bed and started rubbing my chest and arms – no oil/lube. He massaged, briefly, my legs before working his way up to my nuts.

Here Nick put lube on his hands and gently applied it to my nuts, making them a little glistening and sensitive to his light touch. This made me quiver. I shivered even more as he touched the underside of my shaft. It made me tremble.

His touch was that of what I assume a professional would do. I marvel at guys who can elicit a response just by the touch of a hand. Most guys have to do it with a mouth or an ass, though that mouth can be on a penis, an ass, a nipple, nape of the neck or in an ear. But touch can be more of an art form. Not all can do it. I try, but not sure I succeed. Nick was.

With his lubed up fingers at this point, he trailed down past my taint to my tunnel of love. His slick fingers traced and helped dilate my ass – and then a finger slid in………..then another one. Then his thumb.

Normally I’m not one to have fingers up my ass. For whatever reason, a cock will feel much better. Fingers are generally too boney or maybe, just maybe, it goes back to the art of touch and how others are a bit more impulsive in how they use their digits. I’ve never been fisted, but I’m thinking if I were so inclined, Nick could be the guy. I could see why some guys think being fisted is so erotic. But fist fucking wasn’t on the menu – at least mine.

But Nick used his fingers and thumb to ease in and out of my ass – like an expert, and my ass responded in kind. He loved the way it would squeeze his fingers and how warm the hole was. But his motions really had me laying back with my eyes halfway closed and reveling in how good it could feel – something up there that wasn’t a dick. …and trust me, I’m not complaining about dick up there.

And Nick must have really liked it too – and no longer was it satisfactory to use his fingers. He moved up the bed and lifted my leg while he was behind me after repositioning me on my side. …and then in this went…..


Even with taking two dicks in Philadelphia the night before and having his fingers ply me open for 15 minutes, it filled me up and stretched me open at the same time. It was a nice cock.

And then he fucked. He fucked me long. He fucked me hard. He fucked me in a few positions – both of us liberally using the poppers.

I would be lying if it didn’t cross my mind that he said ‘no fucking’ and ‘safer only’. His two biggest rules broken – by his hand, not even by my manipulation. You just can’t believe any guy – we’re all cads. Maybe this was his big plan; to withhold only to increase desire.

I certainly wasn’t appalled or upset by the turn of events. I took a big hit of poppers and begged for him to fuck my ass. He was happy to comply.

As good of a job as he was doing with his nice sized member, the technique was not as good as his fingers. Before he was working via eroticism, now it was lust, which are two very different points of view. Trust me, I can work with lust.

You know, and I knew, that after he was up there – skin to skin – and with the intensity he was using my ass for his pleasure, there was no way even the last minute hail mary, safe play, was coming into effect. Pulling out was not an option at this point. I wasn’t asking for it and with the burning in his eyes, I knew he had a goal and nothing was going to stop him.

Nick exploded into my ass and I could feel the pulses as he did it. I don’t care what anyone else says, you can rarely feel them as they happen. Maybe it’s the angle or the size of the dick, but more often than not I just know they’re coming from their voice, their quiver or them just telling me. This time, I knew it by feeling it. Nice!

When he calmed down, he eventually slipped out of me. But he knelt between my legs and grabbed my semi with his greased up hand and started to work my dick. His other hand went to my ass and started to work his fingers back up there – continuing to stimulate me and push his seed in even further.

Now, I rarely jack myself off and I cannot tell you the last time gave me a handjob. But I was beginning to realize I was getting my ‘happy ending’. It was feeling good too. Even when I do masturbate it is dry and I use no lube, so this was a nice sensation. He worked me for a good five minutes before I shot – and when I did, I hit my adam’s apple and a nice line from my navel back up my chest. Gobs of semen was milked out of me.

Nick was satisfied. I was spent. I toweled off, he did the same. He left. I went to sleep.

Philadelphia Phucks

I had one night in Philadelphia - I had to make it count.

I had a do-nothing ad going on Craigslist, had MH booted up and had reached out to the few guys who got some the last times I was in the city of 'brotherly love': cowboy and hot italian thick man.

Cowboy was out of town and Thick never returned my emails. It might have been a lonely night in a hotel room had MH and the ad not finally come through.

MH guy came through first. 40ish, 6'4" (he seemed taller), 200 or so. Shaved head, soul patch and about 7.5". Not bad. He was also aggressive as hell. Only so-so on the verbal, but you get the picture.

The CL guy was about 32, 5'7", 150, blonde and ok looking. 6.5". Truth be told, except for his pic he sent I never saw him, but hold on for that.

As luck would have it, both guys wanted to come over at the same time. I gave both the head's up - neither seemed to mind that another would be there, nor did they ask much, if anything, about the other. How often does THAT happen?

Manhunt guy got their first and we got busy. He was aggressive as I said. There was some oral, but when it came down to it, it was about fucking. It was about fucking raw.

While I had poppers and lube and we used them, the guy used his dick like a ramrod from the word 'go'. Actually, at the word 'set'. His first plunge into me was so incredibly painful, I can't tell you.

My reaction and clawing to get away slowed him down for a minute, but no longer. I learned to breathe and let him continue. I was bent over, I was on my back, we did it doggie style. He had me every which way for 20-30 minutes. Finally with me on my belly and him on top of me, just pumping the hell out of me - telling me what a dirty motherfucker I was - he unloaded a 3 day build up of his balls into my ass.

He was vocal about it too - which I don't mind. But the guy knocking at the door heard it too.

CL guy showed up about 20 minutes later than he said, so he kind of missed the big show. MH guy went and opened the door for him. I lay on the bed facing the opposite wall - my freshly used ass looking at the door. I never turned around.

I heard the dropping of shoes, the clank of a belt and the sound of zipper going down. I felt the depression of the bed as Guy #2 knelt onto the bed and hover over me, awaiting to delve in between my hairy cheeks.

The poor guy had performance anxiety as the first guy sat and watched him and tried to encourage him. Yeah, he got hard enough to get it in me, but the guy was an amateur. I don't think the fuck lasted three minutes and he ended up ejaculating on an outstroke.

When guy #1 saw this: he assumed I could not hold all the sperm in me. Pffft. I can.

He didn't realize Guy 2 spurted more on the outside than in. But Guy #1 was good. Taking two fingers, he scooped up all the jizz and pushed it back into my hole - DEEP.

As he did this, Guy #2 dressed and left. I never saw him.

Guy #1 headed out immediately afterwards - and then I met a friend for dinner..........with two loads up my ass.

5 Cocks - 3 Loads

Two Saturdays ago it was too hot to do too much outside, so I took an air conditioned car ride for 40 minutes to hit a sub-par, but necessary adult bookstore.

The parking lot was kind of sparse, so I had little hopes for anything. And it was a holiday weekend, which could tip the scales either way, I suppose.

There were the usual suspects - old old old men, some carrying their fucking oxygen around (just shoot me if this ever becomes me!), some middle aged, saggy chested, full-gutted men and then one or two somewhat decent guys - especially when you consider the "competition".

I opted out of most of their leers but I'm a cocksucker who just paid $10 for entrance fees. I was going away with something.

The first guy was a dud. I sucked him for a while but could not get him hard, let alone off. I have to believe it was more him than my skills. I'm not patting myself on the back, but I do have a few thousand guys who would tell you I got them off - so I must be doing something right.

I said I needed a break and left the booth and found another. I passed a seemingly attractive amer-asian man in the hall. I have to say, for the most part I am not attracted to asian men at all. It is not them per se, but just my tastes and we all have our likes/dislikes. I will say this, the guy was persistent.

He'd stand outside my booth when I sucked guy #1. He stood outside my booth when I was watching a "movie". I finally let him grab my basket and eventually he uncovered his. It was small. Really small. I wasn't into it, but sucked him for about 5 minutes and gave up. It was not my thing.

As I was leaving my booth I ran across a shorter version of me. Buzzed head, goatee/beard. But about 6" shorter than me. But man, what a man. He came into my booth, exposed himself and pushed me down on his cock. He called me a "faggot" and made me suck him. Well....not so much "made" since I was all too willing, but his hand was at the back of my head firm, he was hip pumping into my mouth and then reaching down and playing with my tits.

"Cocksucker" rolled off his tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world - and maybe it was. He was hot. (not that I'm saying I am.) Asian guy was at the door watching and I just didn't care. The guy fucked my face then let me do my thing and treat his dick right.....then back to fucking my face. Nice.

He stood me up and was going to try to fuck me. I was down with that. He didn't like guys watching but he tried....too much so. He triggered something in himself and said he was gonna cum. I swooped down and caught it all. Every. Fucking. Drop. He patted my head and walked out.

I moved booths and a silver hair guy (but young) walked in and dropped his shorts. His 7" fatty was jutting out so I went down on him. He was quiet and let me do all the work. Then I saw a 2nd pair of feet and there was another football player looking guy there. Nice dick too though a little smaller.

I went back and forth on both dicks as they ended up making out. I think they were getting each other off and I was just there for a little assistance. I wasn't emotionally attached, so what the fuck did I care. I knew what I was - and what I was doing.

Silver hair guy grabbed the back of my head first and without a sound shot his bitter bitter load in my mouth. Naturally I swallowed. Moments later his new bf did the same thing, though his cum was just fine. Neither of them were big loads, but beggers can't be choosey.

As they left, Mr. Asian was there - watching.....waiting.

I zipped up and left the building.

Punk Rock Motherfucker

....or so he claims.

41, 5'9" and all of 160, while he was pierced here and there, he worse checkered keds (or maybe converse) to my hotel room. Why that might have been 'new wave' 27 years ago, I don't know he qualifies for 'punk' anything.

That being said, he had a good body. He clearly works at it and it shows in his arms and abs. His buzzed/shaved head helped in the facial area. He was ok, but nothing to write home about. Wait - I guess I am, right now.

The cock was fine too - about 7". But let's back up a bit.

I was out of town and on MH. He reached out to me, and while his ad was of nothing more than some random snippets about bands I had never heard of, his email to me piqued something in me. Plus he seemed engaged at the idea of meeting where others on that site drop off like flies the second you affirm their existence.

I was up early and he said he'd be too. He didn't say he was getting from work and had to shower, yada yada yada. I said 'why shower'. He said he would be 'dirty and raunchy' - which I thought was the point, literally and figuratively.

But shower he did - and show. He seemed shorter than his stated height, but I didn't care. I was horny. It had been two days (almost) since Mr. 8.5" ploughed my butt and I was ready for another go-round.

I stripped down and so did he then he turned me around to take a look. "NICE ass. Love all the hair". Then it was me over to the bed and him standing beside it. I took the hint and put his cock in my mouth. Or he put it there - over and over and over again. He ended up piston fucking my mouth. If I could have, I would have laughed when he said "yeah, suck my cock!".

There was no sucking involved. It was all control to take a tonsil-pounding. Cocksucking is about finesse, talent and some manipulation. This was about just taking the thrust. I had no tongue or saliva skills going on. Though his cock was getting a good wet coating.

At some point he climbed over me and I ate his ass. Yes, this was a man who just showered, but luckily didn't use any perfumed soap. He was clean, but tasteless. He seemed to like my tongue work, and I do take pride in what I do.

Then it was time to get on my stomach. He (I had no name) got behind me and ate my ass, which was a much better job than Mr. 8.5" did a few days back. This guy had me squirming. It didn't hurt that he was not-so-silently giving praise to my ass. C'mon, I'm only human - I like to hear that, even if he was doing it in a filthy tone.

Some spit was applied to his cock and my ass was saliva'd up. With my good hole stretching a few days before, I was still tight, but he slipped in easily. Bottomed out in short order too. Then he went to work on pumping my ass.

His potty mouth continued throughout the fuck, calling me most names in the book and telling me how great his cock felt in my ass. I like that he put himself first instead of 'my ass felt good around his cock'. I like guys who make it about them!

Unlike the fuck I had taken the other day, this one wasn't to last 40 minutes. More like 10-15. Not bad, but the orgasm came without much warning or build up. Maybe he thought he could hold off too and than hit that brink. It happens.

The moans were loud enough to be heard in the hall. I'm ok with that. Then he said, "take that load up your filthy faggot ass!" He throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. As he'd say later, "the first load of the day is always the biggest". It felt large.

After that he finally crawled off me and walked to my head and presented his just exited cock to my face. I opened up. I took him to the bush. I didn't really taste me on him, nor any residual load. But I cleaned him off good.

But then it turns out, I'd be cleaning him off for the next 30. He was trying to recharge and go for Round 2. I was trying to help him.

Between bouts of me sucking on him or licking his nuts, he'd eat my ass or stick his thumb up there, in a way that would suggest he was trying to taste the load or push it back up me. But he claims this to be untrue. He said he shot it too far into me to easily drip out.

There was some more play and an attempt at another go-round of fucking, but it wasn't going to happen. He cleaned up and left. I showered, packed and checked-out - but left with a load in my guts.

A Set-Up Fuck

I feel as though I am back on a roll. I'm not only feeling more sexual, but doing something about it. Or maybe it's the other way around - but it's working, whatever it is.

Last week I hooked up with this guy I had been trying to nail (or really trying to get him to nail me) for the last few weeks. Finally our schedules meshed.

While there is a story behind it all, I won't go into it much more than he is the ex of a friend of mine. It was the friend's suggestion that I find a way to get the guy's attention and I did. But c'mon - my friend knows this guy pretty well, so he knew what he would and would not respond to.

"Mark" responded pics of my ass and ample sized penis. Make no mistakes, at least for the first go-round, there wasn't really any mention of doing much with my dick - but we'll get to that in a minute.

Mark showed exactly on time. We had little discussion on what was anyone's 'like' list. I knew only because of my bud, but Mark didn't know this. He assumed what he wanted - and it was mostly all correct. I never said he was stupid.

He also never told me his stats - including dick size. So I was quite impressed by this:


Fuck - who wouldn't be impressed by that??

A beautiful 8.5", thick and thickly veined cock!!!!

The pic was snapped after he had fucked me, so that is why it's so shiny. But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Mark came in, we stood and stayed in the kitchen. I took the lead and started massaging his crotch through his shorts. He let me. I could feel him grow and could tell he'd be substantial, but I really had no idea how much so.

I went to my knees and he made no attempt to stop me. I loved putting my mouth on his dick and sinking down on it to his bush. He didn't seem to mind either. As you might imagine, that piece really filled my mouth too. I could only wonder how it would feel in my ass.

It did not take long to find out. Mark stood me up and took me to the island and had me turn around. He went down and ate my ass. Normally I'm pretty sensitive and responsive to that, and while it felt ok, it didn't feel great. Better than a stick in the eye, though.

When he was done, he immediately stood up and right behind me. While I love spit for lube, you did see his cock, right? This one was gonna need some help. I wasn't completely stupid, I did put out some lube just in case.

I also put out this....
I was told he wouldn't use it, but I thought it would be good for show. That's all it was. It remained untouched. Hell, it remained uncommented about.

So I greased up Mark's thick rod and he turned me back around. I do have to say, the guy was a champ. Yeah, there was some stretching and a little discomfort on my part, but after he expertly inserted it into me, I can't even begin to tell you how great it felt.

The guy was a pro at fucking. Varying speeds and intensity. Good moves with his hips and grabbing my nipples all at the right time - it made me respond, which made him respond, which made me respond.......and there you have a not-so-vicious-cycle. Maybe one of weird pleasure you need to stop but don't want to stop. We didn't. ....at least for a while.

Mark braced himself on the stove behind him with his hands and told me to fuck myself on his cock. I obliged gladly. I think we both loved that too.

He had an ok dirty mouth, but I think he was getting used to me and what I'd either respond to, or shy away from. As if! He did say nice things like "move that whore's ass back onto my cock" - which made me do just that - with a passion.

We did that for about 10 minutes and then he took over again. The guy had a move which I don't recall ever experiencing before - and let's face it, I'm a little experienced. He'd almost pull completely out but do something with the head of his cock right at my outer sphincter that would make it burn almost white hot, but in a good way. He did that several times. Fuck it felt great - and I told him so.

At various times during the session, he'd slow down or stop (not pull out) because he became too close to coming. I would say he edged himself (with my help) close to seven or eight times. But the last time was just too much and he buried himself in me with hard hard hard thrusts and got his nut. He said he wanted as deep in me as possible. I couldn't have agreed more.

Mark stayed in me for a bit longer, his chest stuck to my back with the huge amounts of sweat we had built up. You'd think that when we straightened up and he pulled out that cum leaked out all over the floor, but it was our sweat. How do I know? I smelled and tasted.

But his cock, as you can see, came out all glistening - so I sent down and licked him clean. I wasn't too worried as I really did a good job of cleaning myself out before he came over. I do not think he was expecting that. I'm not sure I was either.

I couldn't do the entire clean up he needed....so he jumped in the shower, then dressed and left. But I can tell you, whatever my friend's motivation is about having this guy fuck me - I don't care. We will be doing it again. And again.

He liked my ass. I loved his cock. What could be better?

Pittsburgh Fucker

The title gives it all away - doesn't it? Oh well.

This guy also answered my ad and was seemingly looking for a blowjob. I agreed. I'm a cocksucker - and it is what I do. Or one of the things I do.

44, 6' 195, hairy chest, 7+ thick, love to be services and more


Not only did the guy show up, but he was early. I was ok with that. I was ready for him, actually probably pacing my hotel room in anticipation for getting another load.

I didn't get a face shot of him prior to, but he was ok looking. The rest of him matched his description, as we stripped down. He was already hardening, as was I.

I did not get directly on my knees as we stood there looking each other over. I ran my hands over his body and penis and he did the same to me - except for the penis part. I don't think this guy was straight, but he wasn't going to play with dick. To some, that might be a problem. To me, it was a plus.

(Un)fortunately, like the feeder earlier in the day, he found my nipples. I think he figured out they were attached to everything immediately, but didn't play that card..............yet. I went to my knees.

The guy seems to appreciate I could take his thick rod all the way to his bush. And like guy #1, pumped my face. But damn if his hands did not go back to my chest - and that made me quiver, something I know I did not hide at all.

He got it. He knew it. He knew what to do with that info.

He had me stand up and played with my nipples with one hand and the other disappeared below my nuts. I was like jelly.

He played with my nipples some more. But then directed me down to the couch that was in the hotel room. At first he had me sit on it and just have my ass at the edge of it. He came at me, I didn't try to stop him. He knew he had me.

Unfortunately, the angle was all off. It was a valiant attempt, but it wasn't going to work. He hoisted me up by my pits and bent me over the bed. A little spit, a little force and he was in. All the way in.

And then he fucked.

He wasn't bad at his job, but sometimes he had too many quick jabs. He was a horny man and one that was seeming to fight pulling the trigger too soon. I don't think me milking his shaft with my ass muscles were helping matters. But I like to excite and please.

The guy started talking about how he liked fucking my ass and how he knew he'd be fucking it. Between strokes I asked 'you did?' He said, 'yeah, I knew I'd fuck your ass when you replied back to me - I was gonna breed this hole'.

Love a man who is self-confident. And breed my hole he did.

I would say about 10 minutes into the fucking he let out a groan that signaled the end of the fuck. His jizz spilled into my accepting butt and I took it.

Maybe Pittsburgh isn't such a bad place after all.

GASMM - again

A few weeks back I blogged about GASMM: a Gay Adult Social Media Meet-Up.

The times/dates are being honed in on, but what is needed is YOUR feedback. While this is the first known meet-up of this kind, I think we are on to something great - but it can only be successful with your involvement.

Please take a minute to complete a short survey for what you think would make a good trip for you!

Looking forward to seeing you all there. Maybe if you're good, I'll bend over for you too!

Pittsburgh Feeder

I know I am way behind on updates. It's not that I haven't been getting loads, just not writing about them. I promise to change that - like right here.

My travels have not taken me anyplace to metropolitan or exotic, but I do what I can, where I can. A week or so ago I was in Pittsburgh. Contrary to 'Queer as Fuck' no one in that town is half as good looking as say a 'Brian' was. They look more like Emmit, but not quite as well put together. Or maybe I'm just happening upon the wrong set.

I placed a CL ad which garnered much traffic for email, but not much for actual play. Standard and expected.

But within a few hour timeframe, I did get two guys to play - separate, and not quite equal. This is guy one.

40, 5'9, 170, brn/grn, 6.5"c, discreet.

Oh, they're all discrete, aren't they? Luckily for you, I tell tales out of school.

His email name implied he was hairy, even though his description left it off. But you can see here he was.
Let's just say I never saw any of this. I should also point out to you the guy was/is married and was doing this on his way home from work. There was a very small window of opportunity where he could come by my hotel to do the deed.

His face pic was handsome enough (no, I am not sharing here) and he really wanted to cum n' go. He knew what he wanted and I admired that.

"Scott" showed up at the correct time and was how he described and showed. Bonus for that. We went right to work. His cock was indeed 6.5" and nicely shaped. He really seemed to enjoy my mouth. I got from his reaction this wasn't an experience he has often - the blowjob. He probably relies on out-of-towners to do this so he can keep it on the DL. Works for me. I know guys who have made a career out of that.

The problem was, he started playing with my nipples - and as you've read here, you know what that does to me. ....and he saw how I reacted as well. He got a good grin on his face with that acknowledgment.

He spoke up and told me how he'd LOVE to fuck me, but he had no time. Then proceeded to tell me to get back on my knees.

I went to town on his cock. He loved it. I loved it. I had been starving for cock and cum. He was seemingly starving for a blowjob.

He let me do my own thing for a while and then took matters into his own hand - and by matters I mean my head.

Scott pumped my mouth good and hard. He knew what he wanted and how to get him to where he needed to be in the timeframe that suited him. What more could you want from a feeder like this?

What I wanted, was what I got. One big groan and one bigger load.

Scott was worried upon arrival that I wouldn't swallow. I assured him I would take every drop. And I did. Even the ones he milked out after he pulled out and tugged on his pud. Those droplets that ooze to the head, just hanging there. He made sure I took it all. And of course I did. Gladly.

He was happy. I was happy.

Now I just needed to get some real chow before guy #2 showed up.....and he does.....in my next post.

GASMM

iBi has a great idea for an event: gasmm: the first annual gay adult social media meet-up.

Or as I like to call it: Porn Fan Fair.

The idea is to have popular adult bloggers (me!); Tweeters (kind of me); Facebook with thousands of friends (not me); Porn Stars (not me........yet!); and vendors join in a few days of networking, information sharing - and probably body fluid sharing too - though I'm not 100% sure that will be a sanctioned event.

The plan is to do this in what looks to be February 2011, so there is plenty of time to plan and make travel arrangements.

My plan IS to be there. It will be great, yet a bit scary. I put myself out there on my blog, but I haven't been that accessible to the reading public, let alone with face-time. But I'm open to this.

I look forward to meeting not only "fans", but some peers who do what I do and having some open discussions and maybe a round-table where a panel (which I am happy to be on) would take Q&A.

Take a look at iBi's site and/or sign-up here.

You think 2011 is a long ways off, but it really isn't. Not when you're doing event planning.

I hope to see you there. I'm sure there will be other posts regarding the future of the meet-up. Until then - keep looking for my sex-ventures here.

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