4 Times

The cock was 7.5"...maybe a bit longer. It was thick. It was slightly curved upwards.  I looked 'exactly' like this....

Maybe because it was the exact same cock.

He found me on A4A, but he was 30 miles away.  I kind of dismissed him after he reached out to me and I saw the distance. Yet he was persistent.  Very persistent.  ...and fuck if he didn't say all the right things.

45, 5'9, 180.  A decent build, but not great.  It was more his cock, his attitude, his cockiness that appealed to me.  Doesn't it always go that way when it comes to my preferences?

The apt was nice, but the bedroom was cramped and dark.  It didn't matter - soon I was on my knees deepthroating that fucking shaft, all the way to the balls.  He sipped his coffee while I did that. Engaged, yet detached.  A nice combo.

Within minutes we were on his bed. Or futon. It wasn't comfortable, but I wasn't there for comfort exactly.

He said he was an expert at getting his cock into an ass, and he was good. I might have undersold my experience, but he didn't need to know that. I've had a few up there, even his size.

I blossom for him, he sinks in. He bottoms out. He starts moving. All on his timetable, not mine.

If I am comfortable, or not, is not his concern. He moves at his pace, and that is a driving, motion that pulls back and dives forward. Drives forward.

My head hits against the cement wall - time and again.  Moving pillows behind it helps for about six thrusts then it is back to scalp on cement.  Oddly I am more ok with this than he is, but it's not my bedroom.

He sweats. A lot.  I'm guessing he's lost two liters in the two hours I'm eventually there - and most of it falls onto me, as I will always be below him.

The fucker plays with my nipples, which I know, and now he does, that my ass spasms around his buried cock. It also makes me weak. Weaker.  I'm already in a vulnerable position, but that's ok, I've put myself here.  He had something to do with it, but not most of it.

He wants to kiss.  I do not, but he insists and I'm in little position to argue.  His lips hit mine.

He likes the banter - about how much he likes to fuck.  How he'd never come in me without my permission. I know he's lying, but I can play that game.  I tell him, no matter what, to pull out of me before ejaculation. He changes the subject, to absolve himself of what will happen.

The first time - it is an hour. He barely loses rigidity even when he has to take a slight break. After he's back in, he's at full mast.  The fucking continues.  It feels good.  He finally "promises me" he won't cum in me.   That is, until he does.

His eyes close, his head goes slightly back and he makes those noises that don't actually form words. I can't feel the semen, but I feel every twitch of his cock.   The fuck has been an hour.

He stays in. He moves his dick to make sure his load goes deeper. I push back against his shaft. Clearly, I'm helping.

He doesn't withdraw.  He starts pumping. Harder this time.

"You want another load?"  

When I arrived he told me he could give me two, possibly three.  But after an hour with the first, I was kind of out of time....or close to it.  He ignored my thought of needing to leave.  He pushed forward.............and pulled back.   And repeat.

In 10 minutes, he was depositing load number two up my ass.  

He's taken his cock out and kissing me again.  He's still hard. Maybe he took ED pills before my arrival. Maybe he's like this. I don't know.

He tells me I have an invitation to come back - and he's put both invites up my ass.  He's rubbing my leg with his cock.  His still hard cock.

He slips a finger in my hole to make sure nothing is leaking out.  He's impressed with the grip I have that none of his seed is escaping.  I knew it wouldn't.  He replaces his finger with his cock - pushing his load deeper.

The pushing of the load becomes another round of fucking.  HARD fucking. My head is really hitting the wall.  His downstairs neighbors must hate him....or be in awe.  One of the two.  In another 7-10 minutes load three goes into me.

I can not tell the amount from 1, 2 or 3.  Does it matter?  It's all in there. Mixing.

He's out of me again.  We are at the absolute limit of time - I had had had to leave.  He had to work. But he's still fucking hard.  He's wiping his fucking dripping body with a towel, it seems to do little good.

He doesn't care about the time at this point - and I'm caring less.  "Pull your legs back".  I comply.  I've come this far - why not keep going?

For another 15 minutes he fucks me.  I think he couldn't possibly shoot again, yet he does.  The FOURTH time.

Maybe at this point he was shooting blanks - I have no idea.  But he was orgasming.  You could see it in his face and his body tensing.

He pulls out and stands next to the bed. He wasn't the only one tensed.  My legs were trembling involuntarily.  We had just hit hour #2.  My ass was sore - or at least tender.  He had been tenderizing it, making the tissue swell inside, for over 120 minutes, almost non-stop.

Again, he "claims" to not have actually cum in me.  He's back on that smart-ass kind of back and forth. He waves his cock 18 or so inches from my face to say, it's slick but it's not cum.  ...and if I wanted to make sure, I could get closer.

So I got closer.  And closer.  Soon my mouth was wrapped around the head.  Then further down the shaft.  Then down to the balls.

Yes, when you got to the base, it kind of had a hint of ass smell on the dick. I told him it didn't taste like ass. I told him it didn't taste like cum either.  He kept up the pretense then it must never actually happened.

However, the next morning, I ended up losing his loads, as I clearly held onto them for about 16 hours.

When I mentioned that to him via text, he told me they must have been someone else's and that I was  faggot for letting a guy shoot up my ass.     Nice touch.

I have been invited back, and while it's a long drive, I just might take him up on it.  Possibly next week.

Not a Word

He came alone.

Except for the first time Gnarly Dicked Dad and I hooked-up, he's always brought a "buddy" with him to watch or participate.  The way he set up this encounter made me think someone would be tagging along.

I like the tag-alongs.

But here he was at the door.  Alone.

That meant nothing. His "friends" have been known to show up after we have gotten started. But I didn't ask, as GDD was on the phone. Well, his phone was on, as was his bluetooth device.  As I opened the door, he put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet and then pointed to the device around his ear.

He walked in and to my office, listening to the conversation, of which I could hear voices but not actual words. I assumed he was wrapping up his call and we'd begin our scene.  I checked work email and such, but he began dropping his zipper, then his belt, then his pants.

I got the message. This was starting NOW.

I went over and dropped to my knees - he started talking to his client and colleagues about recruitment packages for CFOs and upper management.  I stuffed my mouth with his cock.

This cock:

It is a nice fat piece of meat.  He knows it - and he knows I know it.  The guy isn't exactly a looker (he's not horrible either), but he's confident with a big dick and that counts for a fuck of a lot.

I slobbered on the shaft.  I deep throated that monster meat.  I bobbed. I licked. I nibbled.

I did all the things that a cocksucker can and should do to a slab of beef.

Of course, I also worked his sac.

I am more a fan of the licking the nuts than the sucking of them, but I'll do whatever the guy needs or wants. He was up for licking.

I noticed, and wondered if his phone colleagues did, his breathing getting heavier and heavier. He never muted them, so he wasn't doing it for my benefit. He always seemed in complete control, so maybe he was unaware how his respiration's had changed.

I was actually palming his meat while I was down licking his nuts when he tapped me on the head and pointed to his dick with some urgency.  I placed my lips over the head and sank down about three-quarters of the way when his honey poured out into my mouth.

Then it shot.  And shot.  And shot.

He never made a sound. I could hear his staff still chatting with the client. He never gave up the ghost of what might be going on right under their noses....or ears, as the case may be.

I nursed that dick too.  I swallowed his seed while his cock was still in my mouth then would tighten my mouth and lips to orally squeeze out any little drop remaining.

And even after I extracted that rod from my mouth, I used my hands to squeeze two more pearls out which I made disappear before his eyes, as he was looking right down at me - literally and figuratively.

I sat back on my heels and he stood up, pulled up his pants, fastened them and walked out while still on his call - never saying one word to me.

Strictly Academic

He got a hold of me on Adam4Adam.

I don't know how the demographics work in other cities with this app is, but it skews heavily to African-American men.  This isn't an issue for me, if it were, I wouldn't have my profile up on the site.

Here he was, an African-American man from across the country, yet only a mile away, hitting me up and saying things to get my engine revving.

He was 43, 6'3", 190 with 8".  It was a good start.  His profile even said he was on the DL.  I knew not to ask for a face pic.

He was a top who was ok with oral but that was not his end-game.  He wanted ass.  That was ok. I was in the mood to take it.

But before we got to that, there was a lot of back and forth "chat". He started with how my ass looked, and how he liked it. It went on about how he thought I'd be into sucking him but hoped I'd "feel the urge to take it up your ass at some point".

He got points for directness.

He went on to tell me how he could imagine the hole twitching at the touch of his nice hard cock.  Fuck that, bud - it was twitching while reading the text message.

He (I got no name) continued on how he'd keep me guessing with a slow fuck, then faster, then not - wanting to create sensations in my ass.

I was done with the chatter, but was up front with him. I needed time to "prep" for that but he replied back that he was in a hotel room down the road and had to check out in 40 minutes.  Drat.

He said he liked to get head too - making a cocksucker take his dick into the throat, make him hold his breath and even gag, pulling it out to see spit on his dark meat.  Then he went right back into 'fuck' mode - saying how sucking is just a prelude to a good fuck - and that he liked to alternate between the ass and mouth.

He was saying all the right things. He insisted he didn't press the ass to mouth things, but when I said he should, he amped it up a bit after I told him a firm grip on my head wouldn't give me much of an out of not taking it that way.  He took the bait.

I said I'd be down in 5-7 minutes. He was waiting outside and since I had no face pic of him, I knew, but he was not what I expected.

This guys was button downed, white collar, salt and pepper haired black.  He was upstanding, but I should have known that by the hotel in which he was staying.  He looked like a professor at the college  to which the hotel was adjacent.  He probably was one and visiting at that.

The guy said he'd already checked out of his room. I was aggressive and told him to go back in and tell them he was checking out at 1:15p, since his airport shuttle came at 1:30p.  He did - and got the key back and told me his room number.

By the time I reached it, his pants were down and shoes were off. He removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, but it remained on as did his undershirt.

Since we had 30 minutes at most, I was down on my knees sucking his 7" semi hard dark dick. It only got about an inch longer as it stiffened, but that was cool. I love that he hangs big.  Soon enough, that cock was pointing right at me.

He pulled me up by my pits and placed me on the edge of his bed, on my back.  With my spit and some from his mouth to hand to dick, he lined up and started to put pressure on my hole.  As he had predicted in an earlier text, it blossomed and opened up for him. Slowly and steadily he pushed in until I felt his wiry short hairs against my cheeks.

The man was determined. You could see it in his face. His tongue was out and almost glued to his lips, was the intensity look he was sporting. Concentration on getting it, keeping it in and fucking me, all while mentally knowing he had a deadline.

Mr. Traveler was taking long, deep, dick strokes. Each one was hitting rock bottom in me, yet his face remained stoic. I wasn't sure he was enjoying it until as he bottomed out, I gave a few squeezes of my muscles around his shaft.

His eyes closed for a second, he stopped moving and he quivered.  He told me I was a "white bitch".

While I liked that and wanted to respond in kind, the man in the text was dirty, the man on top of me seemed a bit more refined and upstanding, even though he had his cock in a stranger.  I didn't dare respond to his 'white bitch" comment.

For another five minutes he continued to fuck me.  The verbal he delivered in his text didn't translate to during the deed. But he had co-workers in near-by rooms, so who knows.

Due to lack of facial expressions, for the most part, and little verbal, I wasn't aware he was so close.

"You want it up your ass".  There was no question mark on that sentence.

"You're gonna put it up there no matter what I say", was my comeback.   "You're damned right".

He bit his lip, closed his eyes, concentrated and pumped for another 60 seconds or so before I felt his dick just spasm inside of me. I could feel every twitch of that black cock.  He just continued to flood my guts.

As he eventually withdrew, he told me I was the best piece of ass he had since being in town. I wasn't surprised he'd sampled others, but it was nice to know I met or exceeded his expectations.

He went to the bathroom just as housekeeping knocked on the door.  He was approaching 1:15p.  I slipped on my shorts, I thanked him for the fuck, he nodded and l left.

Hours later, assuming he was at the airport or between flights, he texted me: "Sorry it was so rushed. I'm glad I got what I needed and pleased you gave it up for me".

Spoken like a fucking true top!

Beat the C(l)ock

Sometimes timing is the worst enemy we have when it comes to having sex.  There is the guy, the place, the want, but not the time - either that he's free, you're free or things unexpectedly get in the way.

Most of the time when something "suddenly comes up", you figure the guy is flaking, because usually they are.  But I know this guy was not - if something came up, then it did indeed happen.

You've read about our exploits here, here and here.

Due to some scheduling and other unexpected delays (for both of us), we have not gotten together for a few months, but that was to change last week.  It happened and it didn't all at the same time.

As I was on my way to get fucked at his place, he sends me a message of delay and possibly cancellation.  FUCK!  I needed this and wanted this.  He did too.

Since I had driven that far, I hung out at a Starbucks for a bit, biding my time.  He eventually told me to stop over if I wanted, but didn't promise the chance of anything happening. Hell, I'd made it that far, why not at least stop in?

He got off one conference call but had maybe 15-30 minutes tops before the next one.

For anyone else, 30 minutes would be fine, but this is a man who fucked me for 60, 75 and 90 minutes respectively. I don't think he knows what a 30 minute fuck is. I'm not sure he knows that 30 minutes is 15-20 minutes longer than most guys go for.  He's a champ.  A fuck champ.

I was already for a quick fuck session, but he wanted my mouth - on his and on his cock. I did both for a while. Only then was it off his bed and into his sling.

I have only been in a sling once, it was years ago and I can't say I enjoyed it - not so much the apparatus as the guy standing between my spread legs.  And a sling in a basement on a January day, is a cold cold thing to lay back on when naked.

But here I was, laying back on his sling, my feel over to the side placed on a type of bar, letting him step between my legs at just the right height for him.  As it should be, it is his sling.

Where I guess one could feel vulnerable, I didn't.  I wasn't shackled anywhere, and even if I were, I know this guy enough to feel safe.  We joked about a safe word and if 'stop' counted.  It doesn't.

The man stepped up, lubed his 7" dick and pushed it through my opening.  It felt so fucking good.

It'd been so long for us, he hesitated for a few to see if I was alright - and trust me I was.  He proceeded to insert his cock inch by inch until he was fully in.  Then we started moving.

Actually, I was unaware of if the the sling provided anything other than a good height to penetrate me. I didn't feel myself move or sway that much with the fucking.  But fuck he did.

The man is good at what he does.  I'm guessing with others too, but I can only speak for me.  I felt his dick deep in me and the more we went at it the harder he fucked.  ...and nice and steady too.  There wasn't much let up.

Now and again, I know he glanced over my shoulder, and I'm guessing at a clock. I could hear IMs being sent to his work PC in the other room, and I know he was cognizant of it as well.  That said, he didn't break stride to worry about it too much, though we both know he had an end point to this fuck.

He did pull out and go down on his knees to eat my just fucked hole.  It felt fucking incredible - and I let him and possibly his upstairs neighbor know it.  He jacked while he was down there.

I figured he was trying to get close so he could finish the deal, but deep down I knew it wouldn't happen.  This is a man who fucks me for 60-90 minutes for a reason.  He likes the fuck, the build-up and the ejaculation it brings. 30 minutes of fucking is a quickie for this man - with no guarantee of shooting.

I hated that I felt I put him on the spot by stopping by when I knew we might not have a chance for any activity let alone 30 minutes of bumping uglies.

Still, he fed his cock back up my chute and started fucking me again - but not for his ejaculation, but for mine.

He wanted to see me cum and fuck it, even though I don't do it a lot with guys, I was going to show him how much he turned me on.

Yeah - I shot everywhere.  He even joked I hit his wall behind my head. I didn't, but I did see a shot go past my eyes and probably over the sling and onto the floor.  I'm sure he has seen bigger messes.

Just then he had to be back for a webex.

By the time I got my clothes on, he was already dressed and back at his home office desk.  I quietly let myself out..........until next time.

So yeah - he didn't beat the clock, but I did.

Gnarly Dicked Dad and a New Friend

You've read a few entries about Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) - here and here.

He still likes to bring over other men he's met to have me service them in front of him. He likes to be watched. He likes to be in charge.  He likes the others to know he's in charge.  I like that of him too.

I haven't written about all the times he's been over or all the guys. Most are average, but they always feed me. I like GDD's attitude and cock, but I hate that it is impossible for him to get off without using my hand or his.  I have said before, I like knowing my mouth is good enough to get the job done and that I feel a sense of failure when I have to resort to manual methods.

But the other day was nice. Not so much for GDD, but I liked the guy he invited over.

GDD arrived first saying his 'friend' (he has never met these guys, he picks them up via the internet and pimps out my services) will be arriving in a few minutes, via bicycle.  He mentions that he'll probably be sweaty.

I'm actually ok with that and GDD figured I would be.

As GDD begins to loosen his tie, a guy on a bike rides up. I go to open the door for him.  He's 40ish, attractive, athletic.  Not hard on the eyes.

He gets with all of us and he mentions he's just going to sit and watch.  I can't say I was a little bummed, but I like to put on a show and I figure, this is his first time at something like this and he has to be eased into the scenario a time or two before he participates.

I kneel down in front of GDD and take his big, fat cock into my mouth.  I make sure to make eye contact with "Steve" as I do it.  But after that, I focus on my job.

GDD puts on a show for Steve and probably himself. He teases me with his cock. He slowly feeds me. He tells me how to use my tongue on his head (as if I don't know all the trade secrets!). He grabs both sides of my heads with his hands and fucks my face.

I am into it all. I take him to the root and hold it there, so everyone knows I am deep-throating that big rod.

While Steve was wicked attractive, I was paying little attention to him, as he was just watching.

GDD says, "does your wife blow you?"  The answer was no, but with the addendum, "...but that's why I have so many girlfriends".   A straight man who cheats is hot.  One watching me blow another married father was hotter.

I went back to my blowjob.  Steve was quiet.  It was only through GDD's comments that I figured out that he got so excited watching that he unloaded into his hand an onto his own shaft.

No words were said. I came off GDD's shaft and crawled over to where Steve sat.  He never tried to stop me as I took his cock into my mouth and cleaned off all the sperm that lay on his shaft.  I saw some on his left thigh and took that too.  As I came back up - Steve had the right idea, and again with no words, just expectations. He held out his right hand for me, and I cleaned off all the spunk that was on and between his fingers.  Then he held out the other hand.

For whatever reason Steve only wanted to watch, he knew the score and was a willing participant. Judging by one of his comments to GDD, he clearly meant to just blow his load on my face, since I wasn't going to let me suck him this day.

I kind of figured that Steve would put his shorts on and leave after getting his nut, but he didn't. Well, he did put on his shorts, but he had every intention of staying until, as he put it, "took that load and swallowed every drop of it".   I kind of admired the guy for sticking with it.

But as I said, GDD has an impossibility of getting off with just a mouth. He needs a hand - sometimes mine, sometimes his.  So the process of getting him off was slow.  I went to lick his balls.  Steve pulled out his nuts from the top of his shorts.  I was told by GDD to go suck them.

I did.  Steve liked it.  I pulled the shorts a little to the side so I could lick his taint a bit. He moaned.  In a heartbeat, without me asking, his shorts were off all the way and I was lapping at that space.  But you know me - I went deeper and farther south.

This guy had no issues with me getting near his asshole.  My tongue hit it and he fucking loved it.  I stopped enough to ask, "do your girlfriends do that???"  He was panting, I didn't get an answer. I went back to the hole.

I lapped at it, kissed it and of course, snaked my tongue up there. I cleaned his funk - from his bike ride and the long day he had before that.  Then I lay myself back on the floor and told him to sit on my face.

He didn't sit so much as squat.  And for another five minutes I ate his ass out like a pro. The man didn't or couldn't form words.  Clearly, I was doing an ok job.

Steve did sit back down so he could watch me finish off GDD.  But GDD was in stroke mode and told me to stay where I was - on my back as he stood over me.  I told him in no uncertain terms I still wanted that load in my mouth.

With his dick three feet above me, I watched him fist that thick shaft. I winked at Steve knowingly.

GDD gave all the signs of his impending orgasm.  I got up on my elbows, arching my head his way to minimize the distance.  He squatted down a bit, so dick and mouth were about 4" apart.

As always, he had a HUGE load - part going in my mouth, on my tongue or on my beard.  Steve watched it all from the gallery.   GDD's load just kept shooting too - and of course, for good measure, he flicked the remaining drops onto my face and rubbed his dick around for a few seconds to clean it off.

With Steve watching, I started to lick any missed drops up - first just by extending my tongue, then by using my fingers to push the remaining semen into my mouth.

Steve apparently has my email - hopefully he will use it for a one-on-one session.  I think he knows what I can do now, and this time he can be the full recipient of my talent.

In Bike Shorts

The agreement was to meet up on a bike path and go off into the woods.  I was actually going to ride the distance, but it was scorching hot and a 60 mile ride roundtrip. Instead I just got in my car, in my bike gear and headed his way.

Nick is considerably shorter than I am, but the plan was that I would be on my knees, so it wouldn't matter.  He also wore his bike shirt, shorts, gloves and helmet - just like I did. 

We met, walked down the bath and then found a spot off the beaten path where we were surrounded by trees. While we weren't into getting busted, I don't think either of us would have minded being watched.  Since it was mid-day in middle of the week, that probably wasn't going to happen - and it did not.  At least that we know of. 

He was near a tree pawing at the front of his padded shorts. But even padded wasn't going to hide his 9.5" that was incredibly thick.

I had sucked on it months before at a bookstore and we stayed in touch, though this was our first meet-up since.  Outdoors.  In nature. Doing unnatural things - at least according to some. 

"You wanna suck it?" he asked.  I was on my knees, in the leaves, the rocks, the dirt.  My face went to his crotch - I gnawed on that padding, that lycra, that covered cock. 

"You want me to pull it out?", he queried.  "Not yet" was my reply.  I liked watching and making it grow even more. 

I would have loved to have seen it snake down the leg and out the bottom, but those pants are pretty tight and he was pretty big.  It wasn't going to happen, so peeling them down so they escape was more the answer.

It sprung out and while not hitting my face, I got down there to do my job - tending to Nick's big dick.

Oh, I sucked on it, I licked it, I even deep throated every inch of it until my lips were pressed against his cockring and his pubes. I loved every fucking minute of it too.

While we couldn't stay there forever, I did get him close.  He liked the attention, the outdoors, the thrill of being seen.  So did I. 

We also liked the thrill of us taping it - him with his phone, mine with mine. At some point it might get edited together and put out there.....somewhere.  Time will tell. 

But Nick was close and he had a load - and I wanted it. . Like all porn films, the money shot must be shown. I like taking the load in my mouth, but people like seeing the cum shot - and I get that. 

The man had a big load - some going on my lips, on my tongue and into my beard and across my cheek. It all played out beautifully. 

Of course, he stuck his massively fat rod back in my mouth for me to clean everything up. That seemed fair. 

Oh hell, after seeing all this, do you really need a video?  :@)

Athletic Director

Everything about him screamed "Coach".

While not quite fire-hydrant built, he wasn't far from that description.  Maybe mid 50s, 5'6", 170, balding under that hat (one would assume), the coaches shirt and shorts, along with athletic shoes.  If he had the whistle dangling around his neck, there would have been no doubt.

As it was, he took the booth across from me at the bookstore. Since there are no doors, I knew he was there and he knew I was as well.

He followed me there, as like almost all other times I've been, we were the only ones under 75 years old and with out assisted oxygen.  I'm never sure why I keep going here, except that I'm super horny and it appeals to a sleazy side of me - dirty floors, being watched and always the potential of someone hot stumbling into the arcade.

I peer out my door and he is looking at me. This could go two ways basically, he wants to give me his cock or wants to see and take mine.  I'm not interested in the latter.  Luckily, neither was he.

Being about as shy as myself, he just unzips his shorts and hauls out his cock.  Maybe 6.5" tops.  A good head on it and a thick, but not super thick shaft.  I give a nod, he doesn't put it anything away and just walks over.

I'm sitting in a plastic chair and just put my head to his crotch. Calculated and sensual, my lips wrap around the head of his dick, around the corona. I take it a little deeper and then a little more.  All the while my tongues is making tracks on the head, around it, just under it.  He's getting multiple sensations all at once.  This is what I want him to feel - overwhelmed with stimuli of a cocksucker's mouth.

Everything about his reaction says I'm succeeding.

He sighs. He shudders.  His eyes close. His lips curl into a slight smile. He's taking it all in, as am I. Him the sensation, me his cock.

Coach mutters, even talks, but the sound of the bad porn movie is so loud, I hear him but I can't hear him. This is an old place - there is no volume control, you're at the mercy of the equipment and management.

I want him to be at the mercy of my mouth, but I know I'm more at the mercy of his throbbing shaft.

He is rock hard. ROCK hard.

More than once in the first ten minutes he pushes me off his dick.  He's close.  He doesn't want to be. Not yet.

In a place like this, a guy who doesn't want to be close usually means he's just waiting for someone better.  Oddly enough, with him, that's not the vibe.  He's wanting to extend the session. He wants to be in control of his orgasm.  He doesn't want me to take that control, but he does want me to take the load.

Coach was nice enough to ask where I wanted it, I told him it wasn't up to me.  He said in the mouth, but only if I wanted it there.  I really wanted him to make that decision, or let him think he was making it.  But Coach was being too nice about it all, so I had to state, I wanted every drop to go in my mouth so it would slide to my belly.

He got the picture then.

But don't think he was ready.  Oh no.  Between his pushing me off and my edging, we made this session last about 40 minutes.  In a bookstore that is eternity.

The old farts came and went, poking their heads in.  Coach never seemed to notice them - or care. I always sensed their presence and some were so fucking gross, I did shoo them away.  I'm all for giving a free show, but sometimes you don't want certain folks to see, let alone try to join in - which a few tried.

Early on, I slipped off that chair and onto my knees, where I belonged.  Kneeling on that floor that who knows the fuck when it was mopped last.  Who knows how many fucking loads were shot and dried there. I didn't notice and fresher, wet deposits, not that it would have stopped me from my rightful place.

A few times his hands went to his dick and I firmly pushed them away - he grinned at that each and every time. Once his hand went to his belt, but with his cock and balls just out of his fly, it looked so fucking hot, I again took his hands away.  He understood.

I gripped his legs for support, starting with the calves.  My fucking god, they were the strongest calves I had ever encountered.  I could feel every muscle. My hands crept up the back of his thighs and like below the knees, they were like concrete.  So much muscle. So tense. So masculine.  I was in awe.

I liked when he leaned back against the thin wall. I liked when his eyes closed or his head went back, that he was into the moment - whether he was thinking about me or someone else. It didn't really matter, as I was the recipient of his penis and hopefully his load.

I know Coach liked my mouth. He said so several times, but his hard cock really said it.  I'd see him later and he wasn't erect, so I was fairly certain he was not taking and ED drugs.

While it probably wasn't out of nowhere, I wasn't really given an indication that he wanted to finish or that I had gotten him so close that there was no turning back.

Firm grip on my head was firm. My grip on his thighs was just as tight.

I felt this cock jump around in my mouth as it spurted again and again....and again and again.  It was a huge load.  Not full of flavor, but not void of it either.

He watched me gulp. He saw my throat contract knowing his seed was going to my belly.

Coach also wasn't one to just push away.  He let me nurse his cock for at least another 5 minutes.  I didn't want to let go. But eventually I did.

He left, but he left some of him behind - in my mouth, throat and stomach.

Shot Put

He was less than a mile away from me for a quite a long time - that meant one of two things:  he was at a hospital or in a hotel.

"Erik" was from the Netherlands, or so said his profile, so he could be an international patient at the hospital or here for business in that hotel.

He was bulky but solid, not fat.  His profile pic was him in the first stage of throwing a shot-put.  I don't know if it was for fun or he did it professionally. I mean, I don't know anyone who does track and field events at the age of 40 for "fun" - but he seemed too old to be making a name in sports.

Anyway - some back and forth and he told me about how his dick was dripping. How it was dripping when he saw my profile. But he told of how it drips all the time. I told him I should see him about that to offer advice.

I got invited to his hotel room.

6'2", 209, married, in a foreign land and horny   Perfect confluence.

He let me in immediately - and like I said, the man was solid. Huge chest. thick neck, tree trunk legs.

No foreplay was in the plan. I didn't even get to pull down his shorts, he did it immediately.  Actually, it was the only thing that he took off.  I'm a fan of some clothes, it's a fucking blowjob, I don't need you to get naked. I don't need to get naked.

I went to my knees.

I will be honest, I was a little worried he might be coming up short.  His pics he sent were nice, but the dick in front of me was a wee bit....wee.  But I know from experience, not to judge a cock by its flaccid state - I've been wrong more than once on how things grow.

While it took a few minutes, things grew.  And grew.  But not as much length-wise. Sure he made it to 6", but I'm guessing the base of his pud was at least 6" around.  I'm not sure I've ever swallowed anything so thick - and I've had a cock or two in my mouth.

I worked that man's prick over for a good 30 minutes.  You know when you get to that point (if you're a cocksucker) where the spit just drip out of your mouth, off your lips, onto your shirt or floor?  You tops may have looked down to see this.

That is a sign of a true cocksucker. Not worrying about anything but taking care of the cock, keeping it wet, keeping it happy.  It is just that crossover to pigdom status.

Overall the man was quiet, but I would always get a nice fucking moan when I was all the way to his blonde pubes and would use my tongue simultaneously on the underside of the shaft. That drove him wild and you could feel him tense up, in upper body and in his loins.  I tried not to overdo that so as to make it a special moment that didn't wear itself out.

Now and again, his hands would go to my head - those fucking big man-hands. If they know how to grip a shot put, they can certainly grasp a cocksuckers skull.

It was a slow but deliberate feed.  For the second time in as many weeks, I was feeling the pressure to gag.  Unlike that last guy, Erik I don't think was trying to gag me, but this was like having a red bull can shoved into your throat.....I'm assuming.

He let go and told me to scoot back with my head against the bureau.....or whatever he tried to call it as he translated his version to English.

Now here I was pinned between his massive thighs and the furniture.  ...and then there were those hands again.  I was his.  He knew it.  I knew it.  There was no getting away - not that I was planning on it.

The man was tough but fair. He'd fuck my face, gag me, but then slow down and then start the cycle all over again.  This went on for a little while, his wireless speakers giving enough noise playing music that anyone walking down the hall wouldn't really hear the steady thump of his thighs to my face or my head to the cabinet.   Like I cared.

He did announce he had been holding off cumming for a while.  I told him if he wanted to hold off, that was good.  If he wanted to cum, that was good. I was there as a U.S. cocksucking ambassador - it was totally his call.

He opted to ejaculate.

At this point he pulled out of my mouth, as I knew he would.

As we chatted before I got the invite, he asked me where I liked a guy to cum - and I told him, in my mouth so I could swallow it.  He liked giving facials.

I told him it was totally his call - he was the top.  He then said he'd like to see it dripping on my tongue and on my chin.  In a way it was a compromise - and this folks is how international relationships are built.

But he wanted to control his orgasm and direction, which meant I couldn't just finish him off with my mouth and him aim at the last second.  So I knew he would pull out.  And he did.

With about 15 seconds of stroking, he hit my mouth, then my cheek and then my chin, mouth, chin and chest.  It was a big load.

As I always attempt, I nursed the cock afterward.  He had no issue with this - no sensitivity, no post-orgasm guilt.  He just looked down and watch me not only clean off his head and shaft, but tenderly put it in my mouth and take care of it orally.  He had a slight smirk, albeit a nice one, as I fussed over his peen.

It was then I saw the cum on my chest and abs.  Erik looked on, kind of in amazement, kind of in pride, as I scooped it up, and ate it, then looked right at him.  I wasn't wasting it and he knew it.

No worries, I got what was on my cheek too.

He thanked me.  I thanked him.  I stood up, straightened my own dick in my shorts and took the elevators to the lobby, but not before wishing him a safe trip home.

I'm a good cocksucking ambassador to the Netherlands!

Gnarly Dicked Dad Returns

He returned.  The gnarly dicked married man.

He said he would.  He would message me if he could, and said it would be with 2-3 others, and he'd let them all use my mouth.

Granted, that is a hot as fuck scenario, on paper, let alone in real life.  One hears about these things, but I'm not quite sure how that conversation goes between a married "straight" dad and other men, some straight, some not.

I want to hear the intro, see the expressions - is it lust, disbelief, amazement?  I want to hear the trash talk about such a person (me) and hope to fuck that there is some.  Is that so wrong?

As it turns out, the person he brought with him - yes only one this time - was someone I have already sucked off before.  I suppose, given my track record and the finite number of men in town, this shouldn't come a a huge surprise - and it really didn't.  To me or to the feeder.  I wasn't sure (until later) if the Gnarly Dicked Dad (GDD) knew at this point.

Both showed up at the exact time, making me think they met somewhere and followed one another.

GDD went to use the rest room.  Immediately, I started to remove the belt and unbuckle the other married man's pants.  By the time GDD returned, I was on my knees, mouthing the mound of black briefs in front of me.  GDD looked on - supervising.

"Pull his briefs down....all the way down..."  I did. with my teeth.

"Suck him.  Take him all."  I did.  Without teeth.

I did a good job sucking my repeat married man.  But I was pulled off, as I was expected to be at some point.

When GDD walked back into the room, he never refastened his pants, so his big, fat 8"er was out.  "Just the head", I was instructed.  It's all I put in my mouth.  I did nothing else. It seemed he liked to direct, so I didn't take liberties on what I wanted to do with my lips and tongue - let alone mouth and throat.

"That looks good", said the other guy.   "Yeah, he's a fucking dirty cocksucker", came the reply.   "Suck it".

Then there was the hip shove and I was orally impaled on his cock.  There was chatter back and forth between the two, but nothing I remember of significance.

The married guy sat in a chair and I was told to go back to sucking his dick.  I did.  I went at it with gusto, as this didn't appear to be, nor told to be, an edging session.  After a few minutes, married guy pushed me off as he got too close too soon.

I can dig that.

I went back to GDD. I worked that big shaft and big head. He had me go to his balls - which are a really nice size. Apparently he likes it nice and light - surprisingly for a such a big butch man, but I respected his wishes and backed off a bit.

He fucked my face. I took it.

"Oh that's good.  That looks good".    "Yeah, this cocksucker knows what he's doing"....was the back and forth.  I know I've said it before, but I love when guys talk about me like I'm not even there.  I feel like such a thing and not a person.  This works though.

I got pushed off GDD and pushed back onto the married guy.  I went to work.

This time there was no stopping me....or him.   In a matter of minutes he began giving the verbals that he was close. No one told me to stop, so I kept on going.

The release was slow but consistent.  At first I wasn't even sure he was going to cum, as the flow didn't match his moans.  But it came....and came....and came.  The slow flood that filled my mouth.

"SWALLOW his load".

I get that some guys might not, so I get the directive.  But while I like to be fucking told this, I don't need to be.  I'm going to to swallow the seed.   And I did.

For good measure - and I always do this too - I stayed on the cock and cleaned it off.  I cleaned it longer and more than I should, but that was mostly for show, to both of them.

Married guy sat back, catching his breath, and I made a show of swallowing too.

GDD sat in the other chair and pointed to his cock. Down I went.   Married dude sat and watched, commenting on how big GDD's cock was and how far down on it I was.  I made a show of that too. Hey, a guy's gotta sell himself.

GDD leaned back in the chair, his head went back too and his eye closed.  Lord knows who or what he was thinking of, but most likely it wasn't me.

I was told to 'make it wetter' and I did with natural mouth lubrication. It got to the point that there was spit on his shaft, in his pubes and on my beard.  It might sound unappealing to some, but it was a wet hot blowjob.

There was some talk about my skills during between the two but I paid little mind, though his one comment to the married guy was, "it feels just like my wife's pussy".

That made me bone hard.  I took it as a compliment, knowing that big cock had been in his wife and produced enough kids to fill that Ford Flex he drove up.

"Tighten up your fucking mouth".  I did. I tried.  But after 30 minutes of sucking or so and on two nice dicks, the elasticity in the lips has given out some.  I sucked more and more.  I got my face fucked more and more by a man sitting in a chair pushing my head onto his penis.

I could hear the guy behind start to dress while still remaining seated.  But he watched and ooh'd and ahhh'd .

The GDD stood up and pushed me over.  "Get on your fucking back".

I did.

He decided to finish off the last 20 seconds with his hand - maybe to control his orgasm better, or maybe because I wasn't doing a good enough job.  Fuck, I hope it was the former.

"Please come in my mouth".   I really didn't want it to go over my chest or the carpet.

He was a good 18-24" away from me and with pretty good aim, squirted 3-4 strong shots directly into my awaiting mouth.  The next 2-4 went on my lips and in my beard.

"OHHHHH my god" said the married dude.   "That is awesome".

More cum came from the dick.  But married dude stayed until that and excused himself and fled.

GDD looked down on me with disdain.  I like that.

As he exited the room to straighten up, I grabbed my phone and took a few pics.

If that much went on the face, more went in my mouth.

Well ALL of it eventually went in my mouth.  GDD came back to see me licking it clean, "I assumed you would" was his comment to me as he watched.

"So, you've sucked that guy before.  With as many as you do - do you even remember him?".  I remember almost all my feeders, but why tell him that.  It was a statement to humiliate me and I let him have it.

He left me there telling me he'd be back again, this time with 2-3 guys, if I behaved.

The married guy contacted me later almost apologizing for GDD - thinking he was rude and arrogant to me.  I didn't know how to tell married guy that I got off on that - assuming it might freak him out a little, since he was not pleased with GDD's behavior.

So until next time......and I am hoping there is a next time.   ....and 2-3 additional guys.

Gag Me

I like to think of myself as an accomplished cocksucker.

It's fair to say I've had a really really large sampling size when it comes to shaft-in-mouth scenarios. And while I'd never go on record to boast that I'm super great cocksucker (that's for the feeder to always decide), I have a skill set that seems to do the job for most guys.

Over the years....or decades....one of those skills is how to take a cock in my mouth, and into my throat, without gagging.

The guy was on-line before breakfast and about a half mile away. Walkable, considering I wasn't at home and had no car.  He was in a resort with friends across the hall - I'd have to be quiet coming down the hall and into his room.  The door would be ajar.

5'9", 160, 7" curved upward slightly.  The curved part would be important.  All he wanted was to be sucked. Good thing - all I wanted was to suck.

I found the place and got to his door - it was opened maybe 2".  I pushed through and there he stood - naked, like his picture.

There was no foreplay, no word exchange.  I was down on my knees and putting his cock in my mouth.

I knew there'd be little to no noise, since his friends could be coming by to snag him for breakfast at any time, though we never left the common area - leaving us closest to the hallway door and more potential to be heard.  Not that I cared, I didn't have to live with these folks after the fact.

While it was never discussed, it turns out he is a forceful feeder.  Not that I mind.

Usually, even guys who say they're forceful let the sucker take over and do his job.  Not this guy.

Hands went to my head and it seemed his one goal was to get me to gag.  Again, not that it was said, but a few minutes into the blowjob, it became clear, and something he confirmed after we were all done.  He wanted to gag.

With the curve, how he shoved that shaft into my mouth, then into my throat made it easier to do than I had anticipated.

I gagged.   I hate gagging.

I totally get that feeders like to feel powerful and that they have great dicks and / or loads to make a cocksucker choke on their prick.  But to me, I feel like a cocksucking failure if I don't take in every inch with relative ease.

I know - it's illogical, but it is the way I feel.

However, this guy was getting off on it. Clearly.  The more I gagged, the harder he held my head, the harder he fucked my face, the more powerful the thrust into my throat.  And the harder his cock became.

We moved from me being on my knees to him laying back on the couch and me kneeling beside it taking his dick back into my gullet, literally going down on him.

As it turns out, while it seemed at first easier for me to swallow flesh, it also became easier for him to choke me with that rod.  He wins. But something told me he picked that position on purpose.  As much as I might have sucked dick all my life, he's probably gotten his serviced.

For another 7-8 minutes I stayed down there, taking his dick to the root.  Taking his shaft in my throat. Feeling those ever present hands on my head, guiding me, but more like TELLING me how I was going to please him, how I was going to get him off.

Not getting his release wasn't an option - for either of us.

Soon enough, his entire body just stiffened.  He throbbed.

Most of his seed went right down my throat; most of it never tasted.

I did get a few of the remaining drops as I pulled back and they dripped onto the roof of my mouth and down onto my tongue, before joining their brothers in my belly.

The cum was bitter.  I didn't care.  I got what I wanted.  He got what he needed - release and the ability to remain in control.

I snuck down the back steps and he deleted his Scruff profile before I made it back to where I was staying.

Dirty Daddy

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The Three Feeders

Once upon a time, there was a cocksucker named BikeGuy.....

and he wandered into the mystical curious land of craigslist personal ads and got lost in the Woods of Possibility - so he placed one himself.  It was written so not to confuse even the dimmest of men.  No Strings.  No Reciprocation. Completion.

While many a mere mortal responded, few were able to actually commit to any type of arrangement.

This is a story as old as the hills.  One of rare, medium and well done.  Or bad, better, best.  You get the idea.  They are in order, though it possibly breaks the climatic nature of the story.

One

5'10", 200lbs, but he says, ruggedly handsome and in shape  7.5" with a mushroom head.  I went for it.

Silly me.  He came as advertised.  Has a girlfriend who gives him awesome head and always swallows, which made me wonder why he needed the likes of me.  He also claimed this to be his first time with a guy - a charge I never believe.

If you're getting great head at home, you don't come to a cocksucker's house in broad daylight for your first time. You just don't.

Honestly, I don't think my lips were all the way down his shaft before he started talking about sucking my dick.  For a "first timer" he seemed pretty sure of what he wanted and pretty lousy at reading an ad. He'd veer off the subject, but like clockwork, every 45 seconds he'd ask about my dick, wanting to suck it and wanting to feel a load shoot into his mouth.

This made it hard for me to concentrate at my task. Not only did I have to pull off any number of times to tell him it wasn't going to happen, but he could never quite get his cock hard.  This isn't a surprise.  He said it's because of first time nerves, but it's really because he's a cocksucking shit.

He jacked off a bit, never getting it hard, but getting it off.  It was a very unremarkable load in every fucking way.  I couldn't wait to show him the door.

He was the porridge that was too cold. He was the bed that was too soft.


Two

The best of the bunch by far.

46, 5'11", 185, good looking, bi, 7" uncut, shaved head and nuts.

When he emailed asking my name, I told him, but also added - "but you can call me 'cocksucker'".  I thought that could backfire on me as too aggressive, to demeaning and not his scene.  Three minutes later I got an email:  "I'll see you in 10".

He walked in, filling out the pouch in his designer jeans. I rubbed the front of them and he went for the belt.  I pushed his hand away, saying, I would take care of that.

I wasn't taking time to feel him up per se, but I undid the belt and buttons and zipper.  He had a nice lump in his briefs.  Skimpy briefs - something I haven't really seen on a guy in a while.   I pulled those down to his thighs too, and then got on my knees.

There was no hesitation in his action:  his hands, both of them, went right to my head.  It was there he held me steady and immediately started to move his hips.  I was blowing him, but he was, for the moment, controlling the situation.  It was heaven.

He'd push his hips forward, all the way in, and hold me.  He'd tell me to stay still and keep his cock deep in me.  The man didn't know me, so he couldn't be sure I wasn't one of these sucker's who just wanted to play in the mouth and get him off.

No, I wanted it exactly the way he was giving it to me.  That's the selfish side of me.  Mind you, I will take it almost anyway a feeder wants to provide it, but his way, this time, right then, was the best way.

That is not to say he didn't let me perform on my own  He stood there, than sat down, while I did the heavy lifting and he could kick back and enjoy the warm mouth on his hot cock.

And it was a hot cock.  Thick.  He never mentioned that.  Nice amount of skin, but tight, too tight to get  easily get my tongue worked between the foreskin and head.  Damn.  I should have tried when he was softer.

Unlike the last guy, he never asked to see, touch or taste my dick.

I worked on him, or he used his strong hands and well trained hips to take what he wanted.  I was happy to give it.

When kneeling in front of him, it was fucking hot to hear:  "you look good down there....where you should be."

He was in the moment the entire time.  He wasn't shy or nervous.  He never called me "cocksucker", but I think that email exchange at least told him where my head was and where he could go - and I think that helped in the encounter.

The only issue, was the size of his load. It wasn't large and didn't taste like much.  At first, I didn't know he was shooting, just a heavy precum and there was no verbal acknowledgement of the ejaculation.

But it's all good.

His porridge was too hot.  His bed was too hard.    In the Three Bears world, this is a bad thing.  In the cocksucker's works, it is just fucking fine.


Three

Definitely the most timid of the trio.  Paler than pale.

49 (looked way younger), 5'11", 155, short blond hair.  Wanted kissing, body contact, 69, massage.  I sent a message back what I was only looking for.  He acquiesced.

He showed up on time. He volunteered he was a CPA and you could totally see that.  Starched shirt - literally and figuratively.  I thought he'd be way too nervous for anything.

It turns out he is married with kids, though he didn't tell me until afterwards.  Nothing about him read straight.  He seemed a super Type A homo that was so tightly wound that his partner would be driven to the threshold on a daily basis.

So what do I know?

I know he hasn't had head quite like mine.  I'm not bragging.  Ok, maybe a little.

I have never ever had anyone's legs start to quiver before I made it to the root on my initial oral impale.

He was probably more finger-on-the-trigger kind of guy than me being orally excellent, though let's face it, I do have some skills and experience.

"Back off.....back off......"   That is a scenario we'd play maybe 5-6 times.  I could edge him and I could tell by how much his legs shook to how soon I was to get him over the edge.

His balls were nice.  His dick was nice, though one that - and I hate to say it - had a little bump somewhere on the shaft that no matter how you sucked you couldn't avoid it.  It didn't hurt him.  It didn't taste bad.  It's just a raised mole or something, but it was always noticeable to me, the sucker.

He asked when I wanted the load. I was quick to point out, "that's not up to me.  I'm here as long as you want to hold off".  I think that was the beginning of the end.  With the next go-round, there was no "back off.....".   So I went for it.

And I got it.  Or he did.  However you want to figure that.  It was by far the biggest load of the day.  Bigger than the other two combined.

Out of character, he wasn't guilty or weird afterwards.  With guys like that, I expect them to bolt or start down some weird path, but there wasn't.  He emailed me later hoping for more - but wanting those things I already told him 'no' to.

I said due to his marital status, I wouldn't be contacting him, but if he needed me, he knew how to get a hold of me.

His porridge and bed were just right.

Feeder Daddy

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The Art of the CL Ad

I'd like to say this is a sex post, but it is not.  Not really.

It's more of an post to talk about and maybe figure out, how to lure and reel in prospects when using craigslit.  I'm providing some observations, but also wouldn't turn away good advice.

Now, I know that CL is a hit and miss arena - and more miss than you'll ever hit.  Even the ones who do respond are flakes, or many of them.  And maybe there is no way to get around the wrong responders or worse (?) - the no responders.

First off, I don't understand the cocksucker or the bottoms who insist on posting pics of their dick.  Or the tops posting pictures of their ass.  It's confusing at best, misleading at worst.  Or maybe just stupid at worst.

Mind you, I take pride in my grammar, so you'll never see 'boi' or ''sup' or too many abbreviations.  I will also use the correct punctuation - which, believe it or not, matters in these ads.

'Want Cock Sucked' is far different than 'Want Cock Sucked?'   But the headline is the former and you have to go into the ad to find some 22 yo fuckboy who can't be bothered with the question mark and all he wants to do is lick dick.

Yet these types of ads are all around - and usually a combination of the punctuation missing and the incorrect type of pics.  Has the American education system failed us that badly?

One thing I am finding is not working for me:  Having a well-written ad, being clever or smart in your ad.  Don't write above a 5th grade reading level.

Yes, you're smiling but you know it's true.  Here's one example:

There are days I just want to take on the weight of your world: feeling the heft of your meat, as it passes to my tongue past my lips. The way it sits there - growing and hardening. The way it drools into my mouth. 

I need to feel it moving in and out of my mouth - with my help and with yours. A combined effort so that YOU feel good and excited. 

I like to feel hands on my head or behind my neck. I like the piston action as you get closer with no intention of stopping until every drop is gone. And yes, the grip may tighten as you unleash every drop of warm fluid into my mouth as a groan involuntarily escapes your lips. 

six feet two inches here. one-eighty. shaved head. masculine. professional. wearing no cologne and a non-smoker. I am not generou$. 

you be masculine, ht / wt proportions. ages 30-60 good, but negotiable. Prefer non-smokers, but might be able to work around that. Prefer no or non-heavy cologne. 

No PnP (except poppers). I can host or travel. 

Stats (ht, wt, age, etc) required. Pics always get fastest response. Not looking for, nor want reciprocation.


Responses:  zero.

I thought it would get me  more notice than:  'need head now - and looking for younger only' kind of ad.

Though in those ads they fail to put their age in - so what is younger?  And even if they put in their age of, say,  48, do they really consider 47 younger?  Technically it is, but a 40+ yo would be rejected since the poster didn't specify.


This was another ad of mine:

I have developed a very good oral /semen elimination system. 

It extracts the seed from you and then it disappear down my throat, leaving you with no mess and no clean-up. You have options to see the semen before it is taken away, or you can just toss it down the disposal. Your choice. 

The process is painless and am told, even pleasurable to you. 

This is a free service that can be mobile or you bring to me. Either way is fine. 

I am six two, one-eighty, shaved head, beard, masc, professional, non-smoker, no cologne, no PnP (popers ok). 

You be masc, ht/wt proportionate, 30-55 (ish).

A few responses, no follow-throughs, except for guys wanting to suck me.  What part of that ad said I wanted to be sucked?

And just because I can be a total prick - and I can - I had to reply to this guy's ManHunt ad.  Yes, I know he was specific, but I think there is a way to write things without just rubbing someone the wrong  way - and he did:  me.   

I'm not 35, nor do I want to be again. 

Ok, I'm not a total prick, because I cropped out his user name and city.  But I did reply that I was in my 40s and REALLY wanting to get with him - even though I had no interest. 

I can't wait till that douche is 36. 


So I don't think there are any clear cut answers.  I don't know that my direct approach on ad writing works much better than my creative writing skills. I was just hoping someone would see education and a little bit of humor and maybe want something a little more cerebral - even if it is just a mouth or ass fuck. 

I guess I am wrong. 

Faker

I don't mind role playing every now and again.  With the right guy, and the right scenario, it can be seamless and natural. There is nothing worse than pseudo-scripted or forced role playing.  It doesn't work.

The other shit that doesn't work in one person role-playing and trying to make the other participants it is the real deal.  I'm an educated man. I've been around the block a few thousand times - it takes a lot to fucking fool me and for fuck's sake, don't play me for a fool.

Take a trip I was on out west.  A decent looking dude hit me up on some iPhone app and wanted to play at his hotel.  Worked for me.  He claimed to be married.  No worries there.  Him cheating is his issue.

As with many internet possibilities, he disappeared at the moment of puling the trigger.  When I started other plans, he pops back in with a proposition:  he has another guy coming over and do I want to join?

I hemmed.  I hawed.  I finally said yes figuring I could just leave, as we weren't doing it at my hotel.

The third guy seemed more interesting, at least by his pics and profile.  A little huskier but more masculine.

As it turns out, they were already together, watching me as I stood outside the hotel, making their assessment of me - if I was worthy, if I was not.  On one hand I was offended, but on the other, you know - who cares. I'd love to be gutsier and send people away, instead of settling sometimes and just finishing them off to get rid of them.  But I was invited in.

Both men were above average, though the huskier guy was even huskier in person than in his pics.  Why am I always surprised?

The husky guy brought lube, poppers, a dildo, condoms, black gloves and a mask.  Clearly there were discussions I was not part of, but that's ok.  But it was the original guy who immediately started to get on my nerves.

As soon as we were in the door, he goes, "in a little while I'll have to call my wife so you'll have to step out in the hall while I do it.".    ...but then it got more annoying.

For someone who told me he liked to play on the side, he clearly told the other guy "I've never done this before" - but you have to say it in that almost sing-songy pitched voice that immediately sounds unbelievable and lying.  You know the one.

First off, he sucked the husky guy's cock too well to have 'never done this before', he did the same with licking my ass.  Actually, he had a move I don't think I've been able to replicate that is great. The just inside tickle - but "ohhhhh....noooooo......should I do THAT?  I've never done anything like THIS before......"   Then goes onto expertly munch my hole.

Give up the ghost, you stupid faggot who probably doesn't have a wife at all.

Of course, when Mr. Husky pulls out the poppers and offers them to him, the same response:  "oh, what are these.......?   I feel SOOOOOOO weird............what's going onnnnnnnnnnn?".

Just shut the fuck up - no one is buying this.

True to form, 30 minutes in, he has to make his call.  He finally says we can go into bathroom while he makes his call, because if I put on my pants and shoes, I was just leaving.  But I also didn't trust the fucker at all.  When going to the bathroom, I took my keys, wallet and phone.

While in there, Mr. Husky and I played.  He sucked me real good.

Actually, in the entire scenario, I never sucked a cock, kissed a guy, ate an ass or anything.

When we were let out, the host had no problems just taking Mr. Husky's dick up his ass - after he had easily (too easily) taken the dildo up his fuck chute.

Never done this before, my ass.

Again, if you're gonna commit to the bit, make it realistic - or at least a storyline you can fake act to....not act fake.

The host sucked my dick while he took it up the ass.   He might have done an ok job, but all I could think of was my exit strategy.

It's been a few weeks since this encounter, so my recollection is a little fuzzy on details, but at some point, Mr. Husky went back to sucking me - as I knew he'd take my load.  I didn't trust the host to do that.  I wasn't having it wasted.  Not at that point.

More poppers for the host.  More statements of feeling weird by doing poppers (though he knew exactly how to snort them).

I shot in the other guest's mouth and he swallowed as predicted.

While I got myself together, they went to the bed and looked like they might end up fucking.  That was fine - but it was better for me to leave.

I stole the bottle of poppers on my way out the door.

I was getting something out of this deal.  I figured I earned them.

Sensitive

He clips his chest hair.

It's not a deal breaker, but it is disheartening.

I'd almost understand it if he had this super chest. He has a nice one, a very fine one, but not overly defined.

Like me, his nipples are his weakness. He likes them played with lightly (like me) and continuously (like me).

38, 6'0, 170, top, pushing 8" in the dick department and a nice sized thickness to it - as you can start to tell from the penis ensconced in the briefs.  A nice head on it too.

The man is distant, even when he's standing right in front of you. It's one of those things you sense he is like even with close friends - and trust me, I'm not one of those.  I suck his dick - that's it.  Kind of.

The first time, he wanted his cock sucked.  That's what I do.  He liked seeing my thick dick, but it was to be my lips on his prick.  Though he also wanted to see me bent over, which naturally I complied.

He spoke briefly of fucking me, but we hadn't discussed, there was no prep, but in reality, he asked if I had a condom.  So I sucked.

He liked his nipples fondled the entire time I blew him. Both. So I was on my knees with both my arms reached overhead to stimulate his chest. That's what he liked.

Now and again, I'd stand and he'd turn around so I could run my tongue up his neck and along his short-haired head....sometimes to his ear.  This stimulated him as well, as it did me for some reason. But it was always back to cocksucking.  I'm a cocksucker.

I pride myself, and my skills, of using my mouth to get men off.  That is cocksucking.  I'm a cocksucker.

But I totally get some men need other means to take them over that edge.  Sometimes it is just a hand (mine or theirs) or a combination of hand and mouth.  I won't necessarily say it makes me feel successful to make them ejaculate this way, but busting a nut is busting a nut - any way possible.

But as I got this man close with my mouth, he took over. Keeping me a little at arm's length, he vigorously stroked his rod, leaving the head of his dick just past my lips.

See?

The problem with this, with most guys, is that that they can't control their orgasm.  Cum flies everywhere because their head is in a different space than their balls, their hand or their shaft.  It's a fucking waste or sperm.

They have little technique and lesser aim.  Why are they wasting the load???

This guy could not take his cock being in my mouth at the point of ejaculation.  He couldn't even stand having it finish getting his rocks off before pulling away by a good 1-2'.

What's that about?

Once, perhaps.  Twice?

Of course, it's a really really nice cock to suck - so it might to be hard to say 'no' to a third try.  But I don't see the ending scenario changing.

Though - what I did get was a nice part of a load - just not the whole thing.

I don't understand guys at all.