Cocksuckin' in Philly

Still trying to catch up with my encounters, please try to bear with me.

"Randy" answered my CL ad when I was coming to Philly. Actually, he was the first to do so. He seemed eager. He didn't seem like a flake.

6'1", 175, 8"cut.

He left out one little tid-bit in the initial few responses: he had hurt his back and was wearing a back brace. Um. Ok. I can at least say it was a first for me. He said that he needed "a hot scruffy face in my crotch is just what i need!" He didn't mention the age, but when he got there I'd say he was in his late 50s. I'm good with that.

He showed at the agreed upon time, and right on time. Almost unheard of in the world of on-line hook-ups. He also looked like his pics, though maybe a little thinner - which almost never happens in the world of on-line hook-ups.

We got right down to it.

His cock came out and I went to my knees. His hands went firmly to either side of his head and he took control of the blowjob. How fast. How slow. And how deep. None of the stuff was up to me.
Randy was aggressive, as he said he would be. And verbal. Calling me a 'cocksucking fag' was one of his lines. He used it often and with authenticity. Oddly enough, not everyone ca pull off verbal humiliation. Not that I was really humiliated, but you get the idea.

I was on my knees most of the time, but now and again, he'd stand me up and stand behind me. It never really got to the point that I thought he'd fuck me - but I would have allowed it. It was never discussed, but he was good at what he was doing and exuded confidence. And of course, he did have that 8" daddy dick.

But he'd also rub himself against me, his hands still firmly on my head - all of this from behind. Once or twice I'm thinking, 'well yeah, I guess he could snap my neck', that's how strong he was. But deep down I wasn't too worried.

Soon enough it was back to my knees. I had a dinner to get to, he had to get home to his wife. With my mouth and his hand, we both got him to where he needed to be and where I wanted him to be.

I made sure he knew that all of his jizz was to go in my mouth - I wasn't looking for it to go on my face or onto the carpet. I wanted it swallow it all. Luckily, that was on his agenda too.

Randy shot a 5 day load onto my waiting tongue. I clamped my mouth over the head and took everything he had to offer. He was glad to give it up. The entire time anyone in the hotel hallway would hear vulgarities coming out of his mouth....all about me. In theory, it could be good advertising.

I took his hand and placed it on my throat so he could feel his slime being swallowed. He loved it. Most guys do when I show them how to do it.

He got himself together and left. I savored his sperm after-taste until I met a friend for dinner.

2 for My Mouth

I am bound and determined to get caught up on my exploits. Some of them are weeks old, so my memory is fuzzy or at least my perspective has changed. I'll keep it as close to the truth as I remember. Sorry about that.

I hit my old bookstore haunt two weeks ago or so. It was so-so, as always. Nothing too outstanding. I made the rounds sitting in a booth and waiting for Mr. Ok to show up. He didn't. So then I made the rounds peeking in other guy's booths to see if Mr. He'll Do was there and needed some relief.

When looking in one booth a guy about my age was sucking another who was about 7-8 years younger than the both of us. I recognized the feeder at once. He was my boxer wearing boxer. It had been years, but I knew him from the second I saw him.

The eater tried to suck me, but I wasn't into it. That's not what I was there for. As I left, I tried to make silent contact with the boxer guy ("Anthony") to come join me and leave this guy. I'm not above stealing a good cock from another cocksucker. Anyway, I felt this feeder's mouth and I already knew I was better at the task.

About 10 minutes later Anthony showed up. The same traits were there has had been in the other times we played. Aggression, verbal taunts - and AGGRESSION. Yes, so aggressive, it had to be said twice.

His head locks of me and manipulating how my head was cocked so he'd have the best advantage of fucking my face. I'm not talking just the in and out motion, but the pseduo-violent act of taking what he wanted, how he wanted it with no remorse and certainly no input from the guy on his knees.

Another guy came by the booth and Anthony tried to entice him to come in, but the guy shook his head and walked away. We went back to what we were doing and another 15 minutes of being "abused" by him and he shot a nice wad into my mouth. I eagerly and gratefully swallowed. Every drop.

As he got himself together, he said, "man, it's great to see you again. It's been a long time." This surprised me. It never occurred to me that he'd remember me, let alone after almost 2-3 years. Maybe I'm even better than I thought. : )

I put myself together and sat in the booth for a few minutes. I'm glad I did, as the guy who peeked his head in while I was sucking was not standing at my door. Maybe he didn't like the other guy or three-ways, but clearly he liked was I had been offering.

Standing in the doorway, his hand went to his zipper tab and pulled it down. I reach in and fished out his meaty meaty cock and just let it hang from his fly. Nothing else came off or was undone. Perfect.

I sunk down off the bench and onto my knees. I took his cock into my mouth and let it grow there. What a nice cock too. It extended to about 8" but it was the thickness to it that made me love it. He seemingly loved my mouth.

The guy leaned back against the wall and let me do my work. I took him down to the teeth of the zipper and back again - over and over.

His moans and his hands touching my head told all I needed to know: I was doing a good job.

The length of the blowjob didn't last as long as I would have liked. When you get a cock like that you want it for periods of time exceeding what they can either last before coming for before they have to get home.

I heard the heavy breathing and I knew what was about to happen. I wasn't about to try to edge him and possibly lose him, so I went for it. I doubled my efforts and was rewarded with a decent, but not great, amount of jizz.

Gladly, I swallowed it all. I was a happy man.

I did one more quick run-through the place to make sure there wasn't anyone who entered who might be in need of my services - and who I would want to suck. There wasn't.

I drove home, happy in the knowledge that I still had two man-sized loads in my belly.

Big Black and Beautiful

He had messaged me a few times on Manhunt over the last few week, but I kind of ignored him. When I was a little interested, we couldn't make times work - or locations. Neither of us really gave up, but neither of us truly pursued it either - not to any great degree.

But the stars aligned one day last week and we had our time together.

He (I had no name for him) was 5'9" and very muscular.He also claimed to have 9.5".

I mean, how was I turning that down and why did I ever play hard to get?

Truth be told, his pictures did not do him justice. The man had an incredible body with more ink than his pictures showed - or maybe the tatts were newer. I don't know. I don't really care.

We got in a room together and he dropped his short. Totally commando and his fucking big black rod just FLOPPED out. Even semi-hard it was beautiful and enough for me or most faggots.

I could have gone right to my knees, but it was too much fun to feel the heft of that meat in my hands - to feel the veins, to look at the ebony skin. I also got to feel it start to stiffen in my palm. It was a great thing.

I had to snap a pic of his dick near mine. I have what I think is a decent sized dick, but I was absolutely dwarfed next to this guy.

Of course, I eventually did go down to get that tower or power in my mouth. I can't say it was easy. But it wasn't as difficult as one might think.

I've often mentioned that it is easier for me to suck big dicks than the smaller thinner ones. If that theory were to be held true, this would have been one of the easiest to take - ever!

The man had a great dick, obviously, but I loved rubbing my hands over his well developed arms and chest. I don't know I've ever encountered someone that naturally smooth before. And how the man like to lightly play with my nipples.

Instinctively he worked them just so, where it would make me quiver and possibly do anything he wanted. We discussed nothing other than him getting head, but he did have other ideas in mind.

Unfortunately, I had a few factors working against us for him attempting to bend me over and enter me from behind. One was, I was pressed for time due to work. Two was, I wasn't "prepared" - and for that one, I would need to be. Third, I wasn't ready to be ripped open. That would take some time to work that tree trunk up my ass.

Trust me, it's still out there waiting to be done. It just didn't happen then.

I went back to sucking and sucking and sucking. It took some work but he was ready to blow. I was ready to take it.

Considering he said he jacked off earlier that morning (it was only 10a now!), he shot a massive, albeit, slightly bitter tasting load, right in my mouth. I held it there and swallowed for him, so he knew I had taken it all.

Neither of us were ready for him to go, so I fondled him and sucked him to another hard on, but that's all it was. He would go somewhat soft (for him, still huge for the rest of us) and then back to full erection. But another load wasn't in the cards.

...at least for this go around. I think we both know there will be other opportunities.

Phllly Phuck

It's been way too long since I've blogged and have way too many experiences to catch you all up on - so I apologize.

These are all out of order, but to be fair, I doubt you care that much on which order they go in. It's not like you'll miss part of the story if I jump ahead to another book entirely. You'll adapt. : )

I was in Philadelphia not long ago and had already sucked off two guys (those stories are coming), but it wasn't sucking cock that I needed. I needed it up the butt - and soon. It had been way too long for me. ....and you know how I am.

One guy wanted to fuck me after I had a business dinner, but when it came down to it, the timing was off, so we agreed to an early morning fuck. Early to him was 9a. That is not early to me.

53, 6', 7.5", salt n pepper hair, though in reality he was pretty bald. Decent shape, but not as "athletic" as I think he thinks he is. That's ok. He had it where it counted - the 7.5" and maybe 4" around.

As planned, he called when he hit the lobby. I left my door open and I was face down on the bed in my jock.

I didn't look up or over my shoulder. I didn't need to. I didn't want to. I heard clothes being dropped and since he was coming straight from the gym, there couldn't have been that much to take off in the first place.

Soon he was touching the back of my legs and traveling his hands up to my ass and taint. Nice.

He then walked to the side of my head and presented himself with his cock. It was as the picture stated and I had no trouble taking it all the way down my throat. He liked it, but that's not what he came here for. And it's not why he was invited.

With no ceremony, he rolled me over on my stomach and reached for the lube I left at the beside table.

I knew enough to raise my ass enough, while keeping my shoulders down and my face in or at the pillow. I'm not new to this game.

Thought it had been a month or so since I had last been fucked (yes, that story is coming as well!), he didn't have much trouble finding the hole and gaining access. It was a tight fit for sure, but he made his way to bottoming out and I made my way to enjoying this need being fulfilled.

I'd like to say he lasted a long time, but he was clearly in a rush to get to work. I don't think the fuck lasted a full 10 minutes. I hope it felt good for him. It felt good for me.

He pumped harder and until he got where he needed to be. I could feel the first few splashes of cum fill inside me and then he pulled out and shot in my crack.

WTF?

I told him to scoop it up and then push his dick in me again. And he did, but I don't think he was thrilled with the idea.

He pulled out and jumped in the shower. I lay there in the bed and reveled in what had just transpired, knowing it had been too long and that I'd need it again soon.

Service

I have a long time acquaintance (if you can call 6 years a 'long time') who is conducting interviews to include in a documentary he is currently doing pre-production on called Service.

Basically it focuses on men who service Alpha & Dom males. You know: ME!


Christian is a filmmaker by profession and passion. He was possibly the first (or one of the first) to stumble upon and read this blog. He was definitely the first person I had blogrolled. Don't go looking for that link now - he took down his blog years ago. I took down the link years ago.

We have kept in touch over all this time and he knows me pretty well, especially for the amount of time (or lack of) we have actually conversed. His knowledge of me is fairly intuitive, but it's not like I don't lay a lot of that shit out there for all to get.

Over the years, he has developed some projects with me in mind. I am thrilled with this idea and we continue to discuss how to execute up to three of these films.

Service is one of them, though I wasn't really part of the planning in the slightest - and I can't say for sure if he had me in the back of his mind when he started to flesh it out - as it were.

However, Christian did reach out to me to ask if I would participate. I am sure there wasn't two seconds of hesitation when I agreed. He knew I would.

Yes, it's possible that if I don't get sent to the editing room floor, my voice and/or my face will be out there for those of you to see. How or if I'm identified has not been established and Christian knows that I give him that control. Of course he knows it. Look at what the subject is about.

We've talked often over the last week about this and continue to do so. In his own controlled style, I think he is excited about my participation - but his style and mine are like night and day.

He is actually more intrigued with utilizing me for the other two projects. One is more of a true acting gig, which is not something I've ever done. The other is way more adult oriented and more of what I consider an original idea - and it is the one that has been in the development stage the longest.

Interviewing for Service is a no-brainer. A few hours of my time wherever we can meet up to do that deed. The others are a bit more labor and time intensive. How to schedule that between us is to be worked out.

Am I a little worried about the exposure it gets me? Well, yeah.

Will it stop me? Nah.

I'm totally jazzed to do any of these project - all of them if we can make it happen.

That all being said - I did reference the Service website and project, because Christian is looking for additional people to be part of the movie. Read through the site and his contact information is included in there if you feel like participating.

The man can smell a fake a mile away, so be prepared, be real.

Coach

I no longer have the ad description, but he was late 50s, 6'6" and a bit overweight, all in his gut. Not heinous. He's the high school coach/teacher that is reality, not the kind in the porn movies.

It was school break and he was home, his wife was at work. He claimed total top, couldn't host, couldn't provide a face pic due to his working with kids.

I was home, I was working, but could arrange my day for a little fun. Blowing a high school coach seemed like a good fantasy to check off my 'to-do' list. We made arrangements for him to come over.

Right on time, he showed. He didn't mention the shaved head that made him look more like Uncle Fester than anything. He also didn't really mention the thickness of his junk. It was a good 8" long and maybe 5" around.

I played high school sports and know what it's like to have a coach demean you to get you to do a better job. This guy was the real deal or a very good study. He was nasty, verbal, aggressive, and demanding. Everything you want from a coach, and a feeder. Well, everything I want.

Initially he said he wanted it to be a long session, but I suppose that is all relative. I don't think it took more than 20 minutes of his alternating between fucking my mouth, or me gently working his shaft with my tongue and lips or me gorging myself on that thick shaft.

Or maybe I was just too much of a cocksucker for him to be able to restrain.

Either way, he had to cum. And cum he did.

Let's face it - I've swallowed one or two loads (x 2000) and have had my share of big loads. There is big and then there is MASSIVE. Coach was the latter. Huge volumes of sperm just kept shooting into my mouth. I did not miss a drop. Not one.

Without a thank you or acknowledgment, he pulled up his pants and walked through the house and out the front door without a word.

I went back to work.

Lick of the Irish (no not a typo)

This was a few weeks back, but I hadn't gotten around to writing about it. It was the same hotel stay as the Grindr hook-up I had, which was the same visit I had with the guy who wanted to be 'dad' while he fucked me, his 'son'.

This guy replied to my ad as well. ">Hey I'm 6'6"230lbs Good build and tall 32 yrs old White. I'd like a blowjob this afternoon...

The guy was clearly Irish, as he wasn't smart enough to have a fake email name/address and he had numerous tatts of this guy on his body:


He also had a nice dick.

I'm not sure when the pic was taken, but clearly before he had some of his ink done.

"Pat" sauntered in, bigger than life. I always hesitate anyone who answers a M4M ad and call him 'straight'. Who does that who isn't at least bi-curious? But straight?

Anyway, Pat maybe have been one of the closest I have come to that straight term, who was actively looking to get his nut. There was no interaction at all.

Like I said, he sauntered in, went to the bedroom portion of my hotel suite, kicked off what I'm guessing were size 13 or 14 sized workboots, dropped his jeans and took off his shirt (still amazes me guys strip down for a fucking blowjob), then he layed back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

This would be the position for the entire encounter. He would never look up to see me swallowing his shaft. There would be no words of encouragement - I'm assuming that it was fear that he would have to talk to a cocksucker.

I'm convinced, that with his head back and eyes closed, he could picture anyone with their warm wet mouth engulfing his dick, making him hard and then harder. Making him shoot his load.

I did all those things. Whom he envisioned doing it is anyone's guess.

All things said, on multiple levels, I like that level of impersonal behavior. I get off on it and clearly he needed it to be that way. It worked for all of us.

When it was done 20-30 minutes later, I exited the room for him to get dressed without him being watched or feeling he had to make awkward conversation. He finished, walked past me and out the door without a word.

BikeGuy Rarity - Topping

It was 11:00a and here I was, sitting outside an adult bookstore waiting to go in. On a weekday. A workday.

I actually got yelled at by the bookstore clerk for 'loitering' in the parking lot for taking a business call. I told him what I was doing and he SCREAMED at me that it wasn't a public phone booth!

I wanted to point out the irony that I was about to pay $10 to "loiter" back in their arcade where signs are clearly posted not to, but no one stops anyone. There are no signs posted out in the parking lot. I almost told him I understood his anger for having to make his living by making change for guys to go get their rocks off.

Anyways, back I went into one of the two arcades. Only a handful of guys there, nothing to write home about, but there rarely are. One older guy took a booth across from me. Normally too old for me, but when he flopped out his cock, I changed my mind. Long, thick and heavy.

It didn't last long - all he wanted was my dick. Sorry pops.

I kept wandering around, eventually going over to the other side and settling into the second to last booth mainly because there was full grown otter in there.

Shorter by my normal standards, he had great facial hair. What was probably a fu-man-chu, but so bushy that it was almost filled in as a goatee.

I know he looked over at me, in our doorless booths, but he was covert about it. Extremely covert. He knew I was there.

He had already taken his shirt off and while I stood there and observed him, he slipped off his boots, slid off his pants and put his boots back on, while never leaving his chair. Now and again, he'd take a huff of his poppers.

From his pocket he pulled out a thing barely thicker than two silver dollars stacked on top of each other. He opened it up and whatever was in there, he rubbed two fingers in and then took those down between his legs and under his nuts. He was lubing up, but with, what, I do not know, but it was a small quantity.

For some reason that boned me up. .....and you know I'm not a top by nature.

He stood up, I walked over - still he made no eye contact with me or acknowledged I walked into his booth. I rubbed my exposed hardening cock against his arm and he pushed back on it a bit.

Since I know he rubbed goo near his hole, I did nothing but turn him toward the corner and push on his shoulders so he bent over for me.

With no spit or other lube on my 8", I positioned myself and pushed in. There was a little resistance and I felt no gooey lube, but his hole dilated and in I went. It felt great and I remained hard, so that worked for me.

As is my problem with being a top, I either tend to cum to quickly or lose my erection if I fuck for too long of a time. It is why I am not a good top. I am built to bottom - we all know that. But I was in the zone.

Yeah, I came too close too soon, but I backed off and basically edged myself - using his ass.

I'd either stay still and flex my dick in him (which got a reaction), or I would to a nice and steady pump that made him feel good and didn't get me too close to dumping my nut before its time. Of course, there were also the hard slams up his ass, making his head wedge even harder into that corner of paneling.

There was some talk. Not much, but a little. I asked him he liked it? If it felt good? If this is what he needed.

His response was always the same, the appropriate: "yes, Sir".

I asked how many other loads he had taken, he said mine was the first, but not to be the last. Nice.

Since there were no doors, we got some gawkers, most of them trolls. Guys that even if they had huge cocks you would probably still turn down, even if you were majorly drunk and let all your inhibitions go. I'd wave them off.

The more I fucked, the more what little lube he put near his hole really worked well. Not messy, but let me glide in and out. I'd pull all the way out and slip all the way back in. You can't say I haven't learned something from all those guys who have fucked me over the years, right?

But after 20 minute, I was ready. He probably was too. Being stooped over for that long with your face in a corner isn't that comfortable - trust me, I've been there.

I made him ask for the load, and he did. I won't say he begged, but he asked for nicely and a little insistent. As I got closer, a guy showed up at the door. Not a troll, but not a looker either, but I was too far gone to wave him off.

I turned and asked him, 'you wanna see me cum in this guy's ass?'. He said nothing, but didn't move. I pumped it off up the guy's hole. Deep up there. It was a big load too.

I remained in him for a few minutes, letting myself deflate a bit before pulling out. I came out clean, so I just tucked back in, buttoned up my 501s and headed out the door past the asshole who collects cash and busts "loiterers".

Daddy / Son fuck

Yeah, I'm the son in this story.

When on a work trip, I placed an ad that got a number of responses. Anymore, with craigslist you have to be vague as can be, or you're flagged and removed.

One response I got back was: married 50 y.o. masc, s&p/brn, 6' 0", 190, in-shape, CLEAN, ddf, non-smoker, professional, into most things sane/sane, body contact, nip play, JO oral.

He could only do early morning and since work didn't start for me until 10a, I could "work" in my hotel until about 9a. He called at 6:30 to say he was in the hotel parking lot. I gave him the room number and opened my door and went back to bed.

This did not start off or was set-up as a dad/son thing. Really the thought was me giving him a blow job and then sending him on his way.

But there I lay - with barely a sheet covering my parts when he walked in, fairly handsome and in good shape. Stripping out in the outer room, he entered exposed....then up to the side of the bed, where his cock went to my mouth and my mouth to his cock.

It grew in me. A good 7", average girth.

My head went over the bed and he fed me that way, but then he did something. He touched my chest.....a big turn on. Then he touched my dick, which is ok, but his hand slipped beneath my nuts and his finger just grazing my asshole.

I squirmed. It was involuntary. He noticed.

He told me to get on all fours at the edge of the bed. I did. Like a good boy.

No words on what he was going to do, but we both knew. Of course he did. I more than suspected. And soon after, he made contact - pushing the head of his dick into me. He met the appropriate amount of resistance, but make no mistake - it went in.

Hey somewhat hissed "whatta good boy".

After that he slid right into 'dad' mode. He seemed into it and I followed suit. If that's what was going to turn him on and get him off, I can role play with the best of them.

He went on about how hot it was to sneak into his son's room when no one knew. How he liked taking advantage of his boy while mom was right down the hall. He pumped harder.

I asked him not to tell anyone - least of all my friends. He assured me it would be our little secret - as long as he could continue to come back whenever he wanted. I told him he could.

All of this got him off much sooner than I would have liked - not that I need or want the role play, but I did like the fuck and he was good at it. I think the scene he established for himself got him super excited.

He shot a nice load into me and started to clean up and get ready to go. But then he kept playing with me and got erect again. He had me bent over, but all he did was a few strokes in me before he couldn't keep up. We both knew it and it was ok.

He had to go. I would have to get ready for work. We both got what we wanted. He seemingly got something a little extra: a son, for 30 minutes.

Tangerine Dream

So I was traveling back to West Virginia. Yeah, I know.

But there is that hot bookstore that was right there off I-77. It's still there. Hot it was not. And trust me, I booked my travel to stay at a hotel almost across the street from there, so in the two days I was there, I went multiple times at different times of the day.

I'd say I got squat, but I did get one. ONE!

I knew he was a heavier dude...and most likely a trucker from the adjoining truck stop. But it is the beauty of gloryholes. Try not to look and it is a great equalizer. Then it just becomes about the cock - and not the 19 year old, or 70 year old that it is attached to.

I was there to do a job and I did it.

The cock was shorter and fat. It barely made it through the holes either way - length or girth. But the more I sucked, the more it grew. While it never got long, it did get fatter and fatter.

I sucked him, obviously. But at some point, my mouth was just pressed against the wood and the hole and he did the work. In and out of my mouth with some really really good rhythms. He'd edge himself as I could tell he'd get close then back off. All the while, the dropping of quarters could be heard on both sides of the wall.

Edging went on for a bit - maybe 10 minutes. He then just pressed himself into the wall and I knew it was coming. The jumping of the dick in my mouth told me that too. But it wasn't a huge load, or even one that had any taste - good or bad.

The rest of the bookstore adventure was boring. I did however, hook up with someone from Manhunt. On paper he looked great: I am 6'5, 217, 8 cut, thick, huge balls! ...and some native american blood in him.

It's not often I get guys taller than my 6'2" frame, so I was up for it. The 8" sounded and looked good.
Oh, he also said huge nuts. You can't really tell from here, can you? I mean not really.

Here's what it was: really really really distracting. But I'll back up first.

He texted he was in the hotel lobby, and I left the door open. He was a little grungy but not undoable. His cock was nice as he relayed. But then I saw the balls.

Or the moons. My fucking god, they were bigger than tangerines or clementines. Each.

I relayed the story to a 'buddy' of mine who said "hot". It wasn't. It was such a distraction for me on how disgustingly huge they were - I seriously wanted to refer him to a urologist or general surgeon. Freak show, came to mind.

Don't get me wrong, I tried to get him off, but all he wanted was........wait for it..........me to play with his balls. The one thing I wanted to avoid touching.

He ended up jacking over my face mostly. There are better pictures, but you know the drill, they show my face. This is a cropped version.

At least his big balls still produce sperm.

Sucked in the Bar

Not quite from the archives, but from an encounter back in December 2010.

It was a response to a CL ad.

He wanted to play. I wanted to play. He was going to be in town for two days on business, at a hotel but couldn't host - which I never quite understand. Do people really share rooms with co-workers? I don't.

Decent looking enough, 6', around 180, balding, but a strong masculine face....and a nice 7.5" dick.

With no place to play, we made arrangements to try to meet up in a public restroom. I love that shit, but know the set-ups around town and they are quite unforgiving when it comes to even pseudo-privacy. I'm all for public play, just not for public getting busted.

As we got closer to the time, he went radio-silent. I hate that.

Since I'm not shy, I texted him and he answered right back. He was at a bar. A gay one. A leather one. At 4:30p.

If you've been to one of these places, they are hardly leathery at this time of day. Normally it's just the somewhat alcoholic crowd who starts drinking at 4p...or earlier. It used to be sadder when they allowed smoking there, but no longer.

Meeting him there at 5:30p wasn't so bad, even though I was in work clothes. No one was in leather. ...except maybe for their belts and shoes. We spied each other, I ordered a beer and he came over to talk. The three others in the bar were all eyes and ears as they were intrigued by my presence. I am not saying that because I'm full of myself - just that I was someone new and they knew something was up.

I told 'my guy' I was going to check out the other room, which had a pool table. Only the entrance separated the bar and the pool room - it was not a big place. He followed to 'talk' to me.

Talking consisted of me grabbing his crotch. He was stiff. He grabbed mine. I was stiff.

Even though I opened his pants and went down on him right there, deep down, I knew how it was going to turn out. There we were, standing in an open room with me on my knees, but it was he who wanted to be on his. Why do I always get caught in these situations?

But while I knew I wasn't getting my way, I refused to just leave that easily. So I let him suck me. He did a good job. I was kind of hoping someone would walk in and at least watch. One of the guys in the bar looked ok. The others - not so much.

This went on for a good 15 minutes until I basically willed myself to blow my load. Sometimes you just have to get there mentally to finish it off.

He was a trooper and took every drop. He then tucked himself back in and zipped up. While he went to use the restroom, I just took off - into the night (or late afternoon) without a word.

He texted me a few hours later. Apparently all his drinking buds found what we did to be hot. Someone did watch - and reported back.

Hope they had a good show.

Hotel Suck Job

I'm woefully behind on posting......but I do have stories to tell, some good, some fair, some bad.

This one is good. At least in my mind. It is a GRINDR hook-up, while I was on the road.

He was staying well, about 1700 feet away from me in a neighboring hotel. We chatted on and off over the course of a day. Eventually the stars aligned and I got in my rental car and drove over. Yeah, 1700 feet isn't that far, but it was subzero temps and one had to cross train tracks and a river. It was 1700 as the crow flies, not as the department of transportation and city planning mapped out their roads.

Oh, and he was cute. Normally I am way more discreet than this, but.....

I knocked on his door and he opened. He was way more attractive than his picture indicates - and carried himself as such.

The room was dark, illuminated by only two things: his television playing the State of the Union address (yeah, I sad I was late in posting) and on his laptop, a Treasure Island Media video. I liked the dichotomy of the set-up.

I felt a little creeped out by going to my knees and taking in his 8+ inches while John Boehner looked on. Joe Biden, I could get by with, but Boehner? Nahhh. Not that it stopped me.

I went down, and then I went down.......right to his fucking short hairs. He sat in his hotel desk chair, his head tilted back while I did my best. And if I say so myself, I did do a great job.

Up and down I went. Shallow and deep. As always, I mixed up how I used my mouth, tongue and lips the achieve the effect that would get the best responses out of the feeder. He did not disappoint.

Not only moans, but his own discussion about his big dick. I love when a man loves his own cock and is not only proud of it, but crows about it too. And he did. Telling me to take it. Telling me to make it feel good. Telling me how I was going to swallow every drop. He seemed like a man of authority, while being nice about it.

Maybe just a little too nice. When he got to that point, he asked if I was going to take it. I never want a guy to ask, I just want him to do it. I think that is what cocksuckers are for. I think if you're inviting a guy over to your hotel, that is what the feeder should expect - and not ask the eater permission.

Trust me, it was a slight blip. It did not stop me in my tracks. Maybe he was only looking for a guy to say 'yes'. Even tops need validation. I provided it by pushing him over the edge and having his cum jolt into my mouth, where I held it ever so long before ingesting it all.

I was happy to milk what I could from him and he didn't detract me. He was not so sensitive after the fact that he would push me away - not like some. Hell, I'm like that.

He thanked me while I zipped up my coat. He pulled on his shorts and showed me to his hotel room door. By the time I got back to my hotel, he had texted me a message thanking me for the 'awesome head'.

Buddy - it was my pleasure!

On To My Next Loads

After taking it up the ass twice and sucking out one load, I was on the road to hit a bookstore. I figured I’d get there around 2:30p, and maybe I’d hit the change of shift with the blue collar community down there. I always think that and rarely have my expectations been met. There is little working community there anymore due to the economy, so there are no set times for the workers, since they don’t really exist.

There are two sides to this bookstore: both with booths and no doors on them, but you have to pass through the 'lobby' to get from Side A to Side B.

Side A had nothing going on. Sure there were the collection of trolls and voyeurs, but no one I would have gone down on, unless really drunk or completely desperate - and remember, I had three loads in me at this point, so I was not desperate.

On going through the lobby to Side B, I passed by a definite prospect - the best looking guy I had seen in the place in quite a while.

6', maybe 190, masculine, army jacket, ball cap turned backwards. His head turned back as well to catch my gaze. I'm confident enough that I didn't need to chase him - at least not yet. I continued on my way, he on his. I'm guessing he felt the same way about his prospects. I knew when he'd see what was over there, he'd be back my way. ...and he was.

"Brett" made a bee-line (casually) to Side B where he spotted me in the hallway. He ducked into a booth, making sure I saw him. I walked that way (casually). I didn't even make the pretense of going to the booth across from him to 'look his way'. He didn't make that pretense either and just grabbed his dick through his jeans.

It was on.

I stepped into the booth and grabbed his crotch. He let me. He let me pull down the zipper and fish out his nice solid 7" rod. Nicely thick, but not so much so. Like it was for Goldilocks - it was just right.

I went to my knees and we both enjoyed the head I was giving him. He held my head and I loved it. He insisted I stay on my knees, even though there was a chair - I was ok with that.

I actually sucked for a while. He spoke. He was into it. He was into being watch (as am I), as long as it is by the "right" kind of guy. That is all subjective, of course. One guy was the guy. He was ok, but not necessarily my style. He had him come in, unzip and have me suck him. The problem was his dick, fully hard, was tiny. Like 3" tiny. I'm not kidding.

Even with this hot as fuck guy watching and directing, it was hard to get into my "work". How can you when so uninspired by the material?

At some point Brett had me get up so the other guy would suck my dick. He was ok at it, but that's not what I was after. However, he and I made out while this guys blew me. I would like to say Brett was a good kisser, but alas, he was not.

That's ok, he had other qualities.

He dismissed the other guy, wanting to be alone with me. Score.

Brett is hard to describe, not that I really "know" him. He had this sweet streak with a heavier nasty one. The way he talk and acted seemed very piggish and then he'd snap into "I don't know why I said/did what I just said/did" kind of moments. Both sides seemed sincere, but you know me, I am going to enjoy the nastier version of him.

He made that "mistake" of playing with my nipples and it all went the way you'd think. Soon I was face against the wall and him sliding up into me. While I tried to be all innocent-acting, that was to be gone when he slid up into two other loads. Though to be fair, he though I just pre-lubed before coming into the establishment. I did.....just not the way he thought.

He was a rough fuck, but I had been broken in earlier in the day and could take it.....not that he cared. I had to find places on the wall that didn't creak so much as he drilled my hole. ....and man, did he drill.

I shouldn't have worried about the noise - he didn't. And it's not like the management has ever kicked someone out, but I do have to say, most of the time, it's only oral sex that goes on there. If fucking is going down, it's not so animalistic, the way this was.

I moved myself so my head was in a corner, giving two walls to take the impact that my ass was also taking. I never turned around really, but I'm sure we had visitors here and there. Who wouldn't want to watch that show?

Though I knew he was getting close, he never made the attempt to pull out and I never said a word to him not to. We were both too far gone - and neither of us would have changed a thing. Soon enough his mouth was at my ear: "I'm shooting up your ass!".

We stayed like that for a few minutes....me wanting him to stay up me, him not pulling out.

When he did slip out, he turned me around and kissed me, then pushed me to my knees: "clean me off".

I knew I was clean enough, and the most I'd be licking off his shaft was not remnants of three different loads (2 guys). He loved that I did it. I loved doing it, pleasing him.

I stayed on him for a while and he got hard. I opted not to let up until he told me. This wasn't to happen. Without me being aware, Brett deftly slipped off his belt. Suddenly it was wrapped behind my neck and he pulled me into him....his cock buried in my throat....and staying there. It was wicked hot.

Over the course of the next 45 minutes, I would suck him and he'd fuck me three more times. None of those times resulted in loads, but man did it feel good and he had me where he wanted me.

For the big finale, he actually ended up jacking himself off and cumming onto my hard cock. Oddly enough, that's not what a surprised me.

What did was him going down on my dick and cleaning it off. Make no worries though, he didn't swallow - he came back up and transferred it to my mouth.

In my beard, I had his ass (which I had eaten earlier), his spit, his sweat and his load. In my ass, I had a few loads and a sore butt from all the times he and the other guy had fucked me. .....and I was still horny.

If you read for content, nowhere here did I cum.

In the back of my mind, I had planned to do another walk through, thinking I could get more....or get off. In the back of his mind, he was in the back on mine. He was having none of it.

He made me give him my phone number and I couldn't give a fake one because he insisted on dialing it right then and there to make sure I had given the correct one. He also said I was walking out with him.

I attempted to use the restroom on the way out, but he was having none of that either. He wanted me to smell like I did....to have his body fluids on/in me, like I did.

He escorted me out of the bookstore and stood and watched me get in my car and drive off. He wasn't having me have anyone else.

Bred x 2

I've been horny.

I always am, but sometimes it becomes a lot of work to get laid. You know it's true. But lately, I've opted to do something about it. I went looking.

The ad was 46, 5'9", shaved head. His pic in his profile though was faceless, but showed a few hands, not his own, grasping his clothed crotch - which looked a decent size.


I sent out a message to him and eventually he responded in kind. Not sexual, so I wasn't sure he was interested. Eventually we got around to a discussion where he wanted to fuck my ass.

I was in need and agreed to go to him - which was like a 40 minute drive away. He was having lunch with friends, so I was to meet him at 1p. I was to bring poppers.

After prepping myself, I drove and showed up at the appointed time. He was waiting.

I plopped off my shoes and followed him to the nicely finished basement that had some Treasure Island Media bareback porn playing - a nice touch. He wanted to start right in on the poppers.

The poppers were from Canada and a gift from a friend of mine. Allegedly they were like poppers of olden days, before they became headache makers. They weren't. I didn't get much out of them at all actually - at least now and again with the U.S. kind, I can get a little of a rush. Not so much with these. Still it was a nice gesture.

We got right down to it. I peeled off my shirt and he approved of how I looked. It was nice validation for all the work I've been doing at the gym.

He got down and sucked me for about a minute and then I was on my knees servicing him. That action got him hard, but I wasn't completely done. I moved around back and at his ass, which he loved. He maneuvered himself into 69 position so he could eat my dick while I ate his ass.

But it was my ass he wanted. That was ok, I was there for his dick in my ass.

Though there was a bottle of lube near us, he never even reached for it. We operated on spit and spit alone. It's still my first choice, but it was nice he had a back up. As it turns out, we'd never need it.

"John" did a good job of sliding into me and up to his short hairs. He did a nice job of pumping my ass nice and deep too. After a few ins and outs, he could pound like an experienced fucker really getting into what he was doing.

I wasn't expecting him to cum within 10 minutes and with no warning. I don't know why those were my expectations, I guess I wanted it to last more than 25% of the time it took me to travel there.

We chatted for a few minutes afterwards, and then I started to dress. He told me the pictures in my profile didn't do me justice and that I should think about changing them. They were fairly recent, but all self-timed shots, and I have no perspective on what I look like, I guess.

John said he almost didn't answer my reach out to him because of the pics. On one hand, "ouch" but on the other hand, he really liked what he saw in person. Time to change the profile pics, I guess.

We talked as he showed me out and in the laundry room he was talking about the fuck we just had and that he was getting hard again.....and he pulled it out to show me. John suggested we go back downstairs, but I said no - he could fuck me right then and there.

I dropped my pants below my ass and bent over in their laundry room and across their counter. He pushed into my pre-lubed hole (thanks to his load) and just slammed me over and over. It was great - at least for me and I think for him.

Again, it wasn't a huge time commitment. Another 10 minute fuck and he pumped his semen up my ass - again. Nice.

And again we were talking and he was still aroused. I went to my knees and took him into my mouth. I sucked his cock - and sucked him clean. He grabbed onto my head fucked my face. That took less time. I'd say within 5-6 minutes, his cum was hitting my tongue - naturally, I swallowed.

When he caught his breath, he pulled up his pants and said, "Ok, I am definitely done".

It sounds odd to some, but I loved how he grabbed a towel and did a quick clean for himself - but never offered anything like that to me. It was all about him and I was there to 'help him out'.

As it turns out, this was just the start of my day. I left John's house and went to a bookstore.

That adventure is soon to come to this blog right here.

I Fed Him His Own Load

Another afternoon at the bookstore and it was an ok time. As you know I haven't posted in a bit, but that doesn't mean I've been dormant.

And you know I've been struggling with fighting for the bottom all the time. It is tough. And yes, I have a big dick and have learned from the best - and actually, the worst - so in certain ways, I could pull off being a great top. My mind just isn't there.

...and if my mind isn't, my dick isn't either.

That being said, in the bookstore the other day, I ended up sucking off a very average guy with a very average dick. He had a good load though. Nothing special overall.

But as I was sitting in that booth afterwards, one of the hottest guys that has ever been there presented himself to me.

He was young (maybe late 20s), a great angular face and what would turn out to be a killer body - dick included. Of course, he was looking for a top. I somewhat provided that.

The boy wasn't shy. Yes, we had onlookers and while he might not have wanted them there, he enjoyed an audience. You know I'm down with that.

As much as partially loathed it, I knew he'd call me "Daddy" and I immediately fell into calling him 'boy'. On another level, it felt right.

He sucked me. I made him suck one of the guys in the doorway. He ate my ass quite a number of times. I actually would have fucked him too - right there. The poor kid said he wasn't 'prepared' to be fucked.

I asked how unprepared was he, and he wasn't quite sure, so I left it at that. Not to say I didn't have his hole twitching a bit with not only my cock rubbing up and down his crack, but my thumb up his hole. He smelled clean, but if he wasn't willing to risk it, why should I?

The kid was appropriately shy at times. In that dark booth, I swear I could see him blush when I complimented his body. Truly what sculptures would work from. And not a hair on it - naturally. Sure atop of his head and his bush, but his legs, chest and ass were smooth as a new born. Normally, I do not go for that at all, but it complimented his muscles and lack of body fat so well, it turned me on.

Equally, he was turned on by my chest hair and when I dropped my pants, my hairy legs and ass. The kid even got me to take one of my shoes and socks off so he could see hair on the tops of my feet and toes. It turned him on so much he sucked my toes. As much as it tickled me, I manned up and let him do it.

It was also hot to see him on his knees in that booth worshiping me. Very unexpected.

One of the guys watching was so hot he shot all over the floor and onto the poor kids nice pants. Black ones. Yeah - that's never gonna come out fully.

Yeah, he sucked my dick and did a good job at it. Then he wanted to eat my ass (again), right there for all to see. Go for it, kid - I thought. He liked my man funk. I hadn't showered that day and had worked out earlier. I was smelling and tasting like all man. Not for everyone, but he didn't seem to mind at all. I certainly didn't.

He was running out of time and I wasn't ready to cum. But I wanted to eat his ass too.

Those tight hairless buns and that sweet hole were great for munching on and slipping my tongue deep into. He either loved it or was a great actor. I'd like to think it was the former, but I've been that guy who can make it the latter. Hell, he'd been in the booth with me at that point for 45 minutes - he must have liked it or he would have been gone - right?

But my eating his ass must have turned him on a bit. After a while he said he was too close and going to cum. I spun him around and took it into my mouth. It was a good load, but I wouldn't qualify it as great.

Here is how unselfish I am. My M.O. would normally be to swallow that entire thing. I didn't ingest any of it. I held it, stood up and wrapped my hand around his neck and drew him to me.

I kissed him and deposited his own load in his own mouth. I pulled back and then held his mouth shut, providing his only recourse - swallowing his own seed.

I guess we could have snowballed that jizz, but that wasn't what I wanted. I wasn't sure what he wanted, but at that moment, it didn't matter. He took it like a champ. Then he had to go.

Not before he insisted I take his number. I did.

I haven't tried it to see if he was tossing me bullshit, but you know, if it is legit, I would totally breed that ass.

Yeah - you heard me right. I'll keep ya updated.

Hot Married Cheater

5'9" 175 very athletic 42 married read his response to my CL ad. He was seemingly all of those things. ...that and a nice 7" dick.

To say he is a serial cheater is like saying I'm celibate.

He's married, has a girlfriend and has a regular cocksucker. How he found even 20 minutes for me is impressive. He even put me off once because his girlfriend texted him and wanted to get fucked. He obliged..........then came over.

"Brian" told me he fucked his girlfriend an hour or so before he came over and hadn't washed up. I told him not to.

Yes, I went down on him with this girl-dipped dick. It wasn't horrible by any means. And fuck man - he was hard (again) and into it, so why shouldn't I have just gone with it? So I did.

I love guys who are this sexual. Whether it is addiction or not, I don't know, but the guys who need this much attention are so into it, it is borderline hot and perverted. Neither are a bad thing.

He stood in my hotel room with his pants unzipped and unbuckled. The opening was butterflied almost - the pants were never dropped, just enough to expose his cock, bush and to pull out his balls.

It was a nice meaty 7", just like he said. I could see why his wife, gf and cocksucker liked it. I could see why he was always in need. But that was more his brain than his rod.

He stood there trying to demean me with nasty names. It was hot, but if he thinks he was getting to me mentally that way, that train has long left the station. It is more of a turn on to me than verbal abuse.....but fuck, like I said, it turned him on and me.

He was rock hard too. Again, impressive since he had just did the deed. I had to work at it a little harder, but I was into it, he was into it, we were going to make it succeed.

Part was him standing there letting me work my mouth and tongue in expert fashion. Some of it was him gripping my head and fucking my face. I'm good with both of those methods.

The closer he got, the harder he got and the more verbal he got. All turn-ons.

I can't say his load was plentiful when he popped in my mouth, but really I wasn't expecting him too. As much as he plays, how much juice could be in those bags at any one time?

Like with his gf fuck, he just tucked back in without cleaning himself off. I think he goes around trying to smell like sex. Maybe that's what keeps him going.

I'd do him again for sure....maybe though on a day he doesn't do it with someone else. I'll let someone else have sloppy seconds.......or thirds.

Columbus - Better than the Night Before

42, 5 10, 6.5-7 cut, mod hairy with short dark hair and eyes, was how his response to my CL ad read.

Having had lived in this city umpteen billion years ago it seems, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Especially the people.

The guy didn't have enough brains to create an email account that didn't include his entire real name. One I recognized. One I knew of (but not knew) when I lived here oh so many years ago. A quick search brought up info on him and an image confirming it was who I thought it might be.

Maybe he does have brains and just doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. I certainly have more respect for him if that were true.

I had alluded to my like for having my chest played with and how that got me into trouble. He took all the right signals of what that could mean for him and went with it. Not the best looker, but he was smart.

He came over when he said he would and came up right behind me and rubbed my nipples through my t-shirt ever so gently. Perfect.

The guy knew how to use those hands too and soon he could have done anything to me. But we all know what that 'anything' was.

There was a little sucking but not a lot - on either of our parts. We got right down to business. He had this to work with, which actually was nicer than he described.

We got down to some serious fucking. Almost all positions.

This was an ok day/morning but not a warm one. The guy sweated like no one's business. He was dripping all over me, be it on my back or front - depending on if I were on my back or bent over. We did it all.

It wasn't a short fuck....maybe 40 minutes. He took his time and I let him. I was in no rush to go anywhere and he was doing an admirable job.

I'm not sure why but at the last second he pulled out and shot all over me. I guess it can be kind of hot, but I was not sure of the rationale for it all. It seems like a waste to me, but that's me. We all have our likes and dislikes.

There was no heartfelt goodbyes. He just pulled on his jeans and walked out the door. I beat off and checked out of the hotel.

sss

Columbus Fail

35, 5'11,193 lbs,don't worry gentlemen its all muscle.

So said his Manhunt ad. It also said he was all bottom. But my ad pretty much says the same thing - so why would he contact me?

He did have a great body.


...and he wanted to suck me. But his ad said he wanted to take it up the ass. I kind of relented - partially in hopes of maybe he'd use his big dick on me instead.

And you don't have to tell me - I hate when guys try that switcheroo with me, yet here I was doing it for the same scam. Guilty as charged.

It turns out I shouldn't have bothered.

He did show up, though 40 minutes late. I had already turned out the lights and gone to bed in my hotel room. He looked ok, but not nearly as good as his pics. He was way worn out - tired, haggard and just iffy.

He sucked ok, but I wasn't really into it. It turns out what he really wanted was for me to tail him. I tried, but you know me - I wasn't great at it. I got it in, and out - a few times....but I couldn't keep stiff enough to make it happen. We tried a number of positions.

He went down to suck me than to eat my ass. He was ok at it, but nothing great. He was way too distracted....by everything.

That is when I realized he was probably tweaked and just a little too high to do anything. He couldn't keep his dick hard either though he furiously beat off enough to stand up and cum right on my asshole that he was just eating.

Well some went on my ass, the rest dripped down onto the bed that I had to sleep in that night.

I was ok to see him go. A wasted opportunity, I suppose....for both of us.

BikeGuy Top

After a killer week of work, I needed to blow off some steam.

I had ideas of what I wanted to do, what I thought I needed: that was to be placed on my knees or bent over. Either way I would have been a happy man. Alas, plans change.

I was traveling and finally nearing home and opted to throw my suit coat in my back seat and head into an adult bookstore. Surely there, at the end of most people’s work day, I’d find what I needed/wanted.

Not a lot of cars, in the lot, but enough.

Inside it was not a pretty scene. Folks old enough to my grandpa, others just too obese (not large, but obese) to even consider. That’s my thing. We all have types and that’s not mine.

I went into a booth and hung out watching bad porn. This guy comes by who wants to suck my dick - or so he says. I didn't quite recognize him at first, but like so many people there, a pattern emerges of timing and behavior. I nodded. Down he went.

When after doing an ok suck job, he looked up from between my legs, he said he'd take it up the ass if I wanted him to. That is when I remembered hooking up with him before.

Silently, I signaled him to stand up and turn around. He did as told. He was tight. More to the point, I was thick and he hadn't put enough spit onto my shaft or his hole.

He pulled off a few times to relubricate my dick for his hole. He was still having a little trouble adjusting but he managed. I helped him manage. With my hand on the back of his neck, I pushed him over a bit and his head into the wall and told him to 'shut the fuck up and take it'. He did.

I mostly did that for the guy who appeared at the open booth door to watch. He was a built black man that I had played with in the past, but for right now, he was watching. But he didn't stay.

The guy I was boning told me to 'pound my hole', so I did. Unfortunately, I get carried away sometimes - and clearly I was working out some aggression. But hey, he asked. I further held him to the wall, but it got him too excited and I knew what was about to happen - and I knew what the aftermath would be.

I told him to get his hand off his cock, and tried to smack it away, but he did not listen of comply.

He came. ...and I knew what he'd be done with me once he was done w/his orgasm.

I called him a 'stupid fuck' and told him to get out.

I had to go wash my dick, because even though he looked clean and all, it had ass smell all over it.

After that was done, I walked around some more but had not shaken my top-like mood that I somehow got in. That is not what I walked in the door with. Oh well, I went with it. Sometimes you just have to.

Now into another booth I sat and watched one of the few other non-AARP card carrying members in the place take the one across from me. I'd say he was late 20s, maybe early 30s. Great head of hair and a full beard - and you could tell, a total cocksucker. I let him come over.

Down he went too. He did a much better job at sucking than the last guy, but he could use some coaching. I let him work on me for a bit and we had the occasional guy come by for a gander, but most I waved on. ....then came the black guy again.

He stood. I didn't wave him on. He pulled out his pud to work on. At some point I pulled my cocksucker off me spun his head around and pushed it down on our new friend. Both guys were way into the scene. It worked for me.

The black guy was nicely vocal about 'the cocksucker' and the cocksucker reacted as appropriately as possible with a mouth full of chocolate dick.

The guy on his knees went back and forth for a few minutes until the black guy was ready to unload. There were a few exchanges between the two of us, about how close he was, what he was gonna do with it, how big of a load he had.....you know the drill.

I leaned down to the cocksucker and said in his ear, "you WILL swallow every drop". And he did. The black guy really talked him through it but never got all "I'm cumming" about it, but you knew he was. Actually, that was hot. At least to me.

The black guy then turned the cocksucker my way for me to finish off. I loved he didn't leave and stayed until I had done my deed.

There was more exchange between the two of us which took me to the edge. Yeah, I told them all I had a big load and I was gonna choke the guy. Basically I did too.

I held him down tight and blasted off. And kept blasting. Hey, I shoot big.

He kept up with the flow........for a while. Then he struggled. He pulled back, or tried to, so he could accommodate the volume of sperm.

I muttered a few things, like that I wasn't done yet and to keep on taking it.....and the black guy was totally eating it up. You could tell through his smirk.

I made the sucker clean me off and then I tucked in, walked past them off and walked out. I was done.

Updated Blog Roll

I know I have some blog roll pruning to do. Many guys I linked to have gone dormant or completely off-line. I hate that you guys keep clicking on stuff that has no activity - or no actual URL. So I'll be doing that over the next few weeks.

I'll also be adding, I'm sure.

Take for instance this new blog: Adventures of a Big Dick Vers Guy.

He is a frequent and long time reader of my blog and I'm happy to say that he took my hint that he should start his own blog, just based on our conversations. He always turns me on - and hopefully he will do it for you too.

He just started, so give him some time to find his style and such. But he's off to a great start.

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After I was done with the below average guy, I had a bit of time before I needed to get back to my actual job. I headed to a park.

This park is mostly open space and guys cruise around in their cars and take their business elsewhere. At least that has always been my experience.
But at early afternoon on a cold and now rainy day, anyone at this park was there for pretty much one reason: hook-ups.

Of course, in the middle of the day, you get the elderly (and I do mean OLD) or the unemployed (I mean, a little down on their luck and don't feel the need to shower each and every day). Clearly, you had others too: me. Employed, unshowered and not elderly - or at least not AARP level, or in many cases, should have their license revoked due to age.

The almost infirmed and the icky would pull up next to me and I'd just shake my head in a 'no.....it's not gonna happen' way, or just never look up until they got the hint. The advent of the smartphone as a distraction in places like that has been a blessing.

But soon a nice looking car with a nice looking gentleman pulled up a few spaces away from me. A few too many spaces away for any kind of verbal communication, if one desired. The pouring rain did not help matters. Nor did the somewhat steady stream of cars that kept passing by, as they do when two somewhat normal looking men start to take interest in each other. It becomes a potential public show and the flies are all over that shit.

The guy, who was there for a bit, was probably shorter, dark hair with specks of grey, not only in his full head of hair, but his full, but neatly trimmed beard. I don't show anything out in public there, because you just don't know and he wasn't making the first move. Eventually, he moved on with the cars that seemingly would never end passing us by. I stayed for a bit and then moved down to a lower level within the park.

I parked way over near nobody...and then checked email. When I looked up, a few cars away, but standing outside, was Mr. Goodlooking. And yes, he confirmed his lack of height. He looked my way and then headed down a steep embankment towards the lake. I gave him a few minutes and made my way down and followed.

As often as I've been in this park, I've never ventured down this terrain, let alone in the rain...and the mud. It was safe to say, not many people would be bothering us with these elements in place.

He was well down a path I had never seen but at least he was in sight - and he knew I was following. Excellent.

Still I was hesitant. I don't normally play in the parks, because of, you know, getting busted. That's definitely a downer.

He stopped in an area and I went a few feet further and stood. I wasn't one for making the first move. Again, being busted is not high on my list. He played with himself. I did a little pocket pool myself. He came closer, I stayed still. He reached for my crotch, I let him.

Eventually he unzipped me, played with me through my briefs and eventually fished out my 8" dick. I wasn't happy where we were standing so moved down the path a bit, a little more secluded but more importantly, had more tree cover to lessen how wet we were getting from the rain.

The man certainly was part Latino, and had a wickedly hot smile. Teeth to die for. Made him even more handsome than just his full beard.

The guy went down on me and had a really nice mouth, but I wasn't really there to get sucked. While down there, he pulled out his dick. Respectable length, like 6.5" with what was seemingly a thin shaft. It was hard to gauge since the head was disproportionately large. It made anything that went below it seem thin.

He stood up and I crouched down and took him into my mouth. He loved it. I knew I was doing a good job and made me validate my abilities after that last encounter.

We traded off a few more times, clearly it was myself who spent more time down there than he was. It is not that I think he wasn't into it, but he probably picked up on the idea that I was INTO it. Really into it.

During one of the times we were standing and admiring each other (well, at least I was admiring him), I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I really want to feel that head of yours expand in my mouth".

Now, I don't think I was keeping any secrets of what I really wanted, but I like the mystery and for him to interpret the way he wants. True, it could backfire, but I felt confident that he got the message and agreed with it.

At one point he was close, really close, and someone came down the path. While I don't mind being watched, I didn't know this guy's take on it and it's always nice to be watched by someone hot. The guy on the path was not. But you know my theory - if you're gonna play in public, you can't expect it to be private.

The guy didn't stick around and kept walking. Latino guy let me go back down on him and down I went. My nose, right into his bush.

It didn't take me long to get him back to the point he had been at a few minutes before. If nothing else, it edged him a little, maybe plying a bigger load my way. I felt a hand on my head and I knew it was coming. I was waiting for it - anticipating.

Unlike the first guy, this latino man fired 5-6 healthy shots that went right to my tonsils. You could feel the seed hitting the back of my throat before the rest flooded my mouth. He was everything the first guy was not.

Not a sound was made by the man standing over me, yet he just kept unloading his balls into my mouth. I swallowed happily. He seemed happy that I was.

He watched me gulp it all, then squeeze and lick what little came out afterwards.
I stood and I think he would have loved for me to pump my load all over the mud and leaves that lay below us. But I wasn't really willing to do that.

He reached up and pinched my right nipple and you know how those things are just on switches for me. Had he done that earlier, I would have bent over for him, instead of go to my knees. I told him as much. He grinned.

Then he reached behind to feel my ass through my 501s. I did him one better.....I dropped them so he could really feel. He made that face of like "ohhhh yeah......I'd so like to hit that". You know the pursed lips and the inhale with the lusty eyes look? He had that.

He took his big hand and rubbed my hairy ass and then gave it a little smack...very lightly. I looked at him and nodded. He hit harder. Then a little harder.

None of it was that hard, but I think that was he didn't want to make too much noise out there where sound traveled. He stood behind me and rubbed his now jean-covered crotch against my crack, and for a moment, I was hoping he'd unzip and be back at attention.

However, two guys just then were seen in the distance. Latino guy pulled away and I pulled up my pants. It was time for us both to go - and my guy took off first, with me following a minute or so behind.

Neither of the two approaching guys were good enough to stick around for, so I headed back to my car - and to #3.

1 of 3

Since I've been on such a dry spell (at least for me), I will break up the three encounters I had in one day into three separate posts. Not only will it get me back into writing this blog, but to string along readers to keep coming back.

What? Was I not supposed to say that aloud?

So I was working from home the other day and my mind was on anything but work. It was a cool and rainy morning and I was way too distracted by on-line possibilities that loomed out there with potential for real world meet-ups.

There was more potential than there was actual - but that is the way these things go, as we are all aware of by now.

Craigslist was giving me nothing. gay.com was giving me zilch. Finally Manhunt provided some potential.

The guy had 8.5", but it was massively thick. He claimed to also have a 10 day load. Promising, indeed. He had some available time in early afternoon, which worked for me with breaks from conference calls and he was only about 20 minutes from me, if Google maps were to be believed.

I brought poppers and that's about it.

I can't say I was elated when he opened the door. Older. A little scraggley in the beard and hair area. I was looking more at the 8.5" dick thing than the face, though I do like a good face.

I also like a 10 day load, or the thought of it.

The entire scene was anticlimactic - literally.

While it's a great thing to have a big dick, it's another thing if you don't have enough blood in your body to get it up. I'm sure anyone could blame the cocksucker and his inabilities to do a good enough job to excite, but I've done this, oh say, 3000 other times and have a pretty good track record.

Yeah, I went and licked his ball. Sucked them even. He jacked. ...and jacked. ...and jacked some more. Clearly, I was not into it, but it was uncertain whether he was.

At some point he goes, "are you ready for it?" I was....as I just wanted to be gone. I put my mouth on it and he "shoots". Yes, that is in hypothetical quotation marks.

If he said that was his 10th load of the day and not his first load in 10 days, I'd almost get it. But that wasn't the case. There was seemingly nothing there. At all.

No fluid. No volume. No taste.

When it was apparently all gone, I jumped up and was in the process of putting my shoes. He seemed like getting off was a huge release for him. Then he dropped a mini-bomb:

He tells me he remembered me from another time I blew him. I'm normally really good at remembering guys I have been with - yes, even with the volume I've been with. And then it came back to me. I even blogged about it here.

Internally, I shuddered with the thought that I now had done this twice, but it all kind of made sense now.

Later (after the other two) and I went home, I looked at his screen name again. It was different. I don't totally remember the other one, but this one wasn't one I recognized. He probably had to change identity to get anyone to hook up with him.

Unfortunately for me, it worked. I do not think I will be making that mistake again.

At least of my three for this day, it only got better.

Getting My Cock Sucked

I know I've written about him before, but there is this guy in town who I let suck my dick.

Yes, he only sucks married straight men and in his mind that's what he thinks I am. Fuck, if he truly believes that he's a stupid ass, but we all have our delusions to get through life.

I don't think I did write about this - except maybe via Twitter - but the guy basically fired me as one of his many feeders. Me! Fired!!!! My word, not his.

He basically texted me (our only form of communication) that I should find a new cocksucker. I didn't question it or anything and never answered him again and went about my life for the last 5-6 months. It was no skin of my back.

It wasn't horribly surprising either when he sent a text earlier last week asking how I was. They all come back......eventually.

The reason it was no skin off my back was that I would get my dick sucked out of boredom more than horniness. You know I'd much rather suck than be sucked. But one does what he does.

So yes, he contacted me with his bland text which both parties knew it was a lead-in to getting back in my pants. I wasn't needing it, but I was curious to say the least.

Turns out the reason for my termination? I was too rough with him.

Awww, poor baby. Apparently last time I hit him upside the head while he was sucking me (no doubt due to his teeth usage). Apparently I did it hard enough to impair hearing in his ear for three days.

In my defense, I didn't mean to hit him in the ear, but in the face. I know he likes it, at least to a degree and my other take away was - I treat guys the way I like to be treated, at least sexually.

I make no apologies for something I didn't know I did, nor that he didn't man-up enough to tell me at the time of and waited until weeks after the fact.

Clearly my cock, balls and load win out over anything I did, as he wants me to come back and feed him. I'll consider it, but I've done without long enough that it isn't a definite need for me. It might be for him.

After all, I have a great cock.

Bathroom Stall Fuck

Like this last summer, my sex life has hit a dry spell. I’m working on it, but with not a lot of luck. But I do not want this blog to wither and die, so I am posting an encounter from my youth you might enjoy. It’s not graphic, per se, but you might get an uneasy feeling about it. I don’t, but I’ve told others the story and I can see it in their eyes. Read it, but see it for what it is: sex. Nothing more. I promise.

I was still in my late teens, but strutted around enough to think I was wise to the world and experienced sexually.

Technically, I was way more experienced than most by this time, but had a lot to learn, though it would have been hard to tell that to the 19 year old me.

I was in a university hall bathroom I frequented often. By often, I mean 2-3 hours per day, each and every day. Old time restroom too. Marble partitions, six of them, one set that someone bothered to carve a gloryhole into – and done so long ago, the edges had been worn down and smooth. Getting one of those two stalls was always key to a good time there. Rarely were guys sharing stalls.

Today was not one of those days. Not only was I in a stall with the hole, but I had this big lumbering stud outside the stall, peeking through the door crack watching me slowly stroke my boner.

I stayed seated, reached up and unlatched my door. He walked in and locked us in.
I’m a tall guy. He was huge. I’m guessing 6’5” and a good 240 solid pounds. Not fat. Unkempt blonde hair and a goofy mouth. The guy seemed kind of a hick, but one who knew what he was doing – maybe a kind of disarm and conquer kind of thing.
He also had a big cock. 8”, but fat fat fat and with a threatening sized head on it, fully cut.

The guy stepped right up to me and opened his fly and let his dick stand out right towards me. It didn’t really fall out since the stiffness was helping him defy gravity. I took it in my mouth like a good boy. I sucked on it with all the years of my practice but he wanted more.

He hoisted me up by my armpits and normally when that happens a guy wants to take the throne so he can take my 8”. But not this time. He had other ideas. That idea? Ass. My ass.

The gentleman in my stall spun me around to where I was bent over the toilet. Normally, I wouldn’t have been adverse to this, but I wasn’t prepared to be fucked, physically or mentally. I couldn’t wrap my hand, let alone mind, around his cock. What was I doing?

I would say I had no choice, but I did. And I chose to stay exactly where I was. I wasn’t assertive enough to walk away and part of me wanted to be wanted this way. He used his own spit as lube, but even I knew that would never really cut it.
He positioned himself behind me and pushed and pushed and pushed until he “slipped” in.

That big head was really prying me apart and he knew it. I’m sure he had this issue with almost any guy he plugged. While not subtle, he knew what to do. Take control – or he’d walk away frustrated.

He held onto my hips and continued to push into me. I simultaneously wanted it and wanted to get off it He was much bigger, in every way and was going to get his way.
Though he was still in me, my instinct was to stand up to potentially disengage from his pud. He didn’t want that to happen. He turned me a bit towards the partition with the gloryhole and pressed me into that cold marble slab. I was pinned between his warm body and that wall. I’m sure I was blocking anything that anyone was hoping to see through that hole, but not because my dick was through it, just my body pressed against it.

His hands went flat against the divider, as did mine and he went to work.
Nothing was really said because in a room where the floor ceiling and dividers are marble and terrazzo, every word reverberates. I stayed quiet because I didn’t really want anyone else looking in or knowing what we were doing.

The joke is, anyone who might have been in there would have known anyway.
He pumped and pumped and pumped until I heard a noise catch in the back of his throat. He contained himself as much as he could to not vocalize during orgasm. The guy stayed still as he flooded my guts with his cream. I stayed pressed against the wall – oddly a little dejected but a lot horny.

Do not get me wrong, I’m not saying this was not consensual, but I’m not sure it happened the best way it could have. Liberties were taken, I didn’t have enough say into what was going on and how – not that a restroom stall is the place for negotiation.

You know I liked and have liked being, to a degree, rougher sex. It wasn’t the worst encounter, but all these years later, I still remember it. I doubt he ever gave it a second thought.

He didn’t remember me when I went back to his place one night years later where I took it like a man!