This will start more pathetic than it ends up. I’m still at CLAW. It’s later in the day. I’ve had some flirts,
but no actual action other than blindfolded whore guy.
There was one guy and his boy hanging out while I was working. They were volunteers. As I sat and did
my work while waiting for me to give them an assignment. The boy was hotter than the man, but the
man had it all over him – and me – in terms of confidence and forwardness. Soon his hand was under
my kilt, and at my ass. Soon after that there was a finger, then two, in my ass. I did nothing to
discourage the behavior.
The 2nd in charge of CLAW walked in and chuckled. “Do you even know him?” was his question to me,
but in front of the guy(s), which I took to be rhetorical. And of course I knew him. His name was on the
volunteer roster. Geeze! That said, I did have to send the guy and his boy away for two consecutive 90
minute shifts, so it wasn’t meant to be. He wanted me to come to his hotel room, which I was for, until
he told me which hotel – which wasn’t even any of the three host hotels. Nope. Not happening.
A kid – ok maybe 28 – gorgeous as fuck, with a thick chain around his neck, clasped with a padlock,
stood in front of me, also a volunteer. I made him wait for his assignment just so I could stare. He stared
right back. I know I was a ‘daddy’ to him, but he looked at me every so sexily. I wanted him bad, but duty
called and he had to go do his job. I wasn’t trying to be subtle to him, but really had no idea anyone else
in the room was noticing. They all burst into laughter after he left. Laughing at me. I had nothing to be
ashamed about. I never saw him again.
I got pinged by blindfolded guy, asking if I had another load in me. I did. But did I want to visit
something I’ve already had? I really wanted to get bred myself, but it was turning out to be less and less
of an opportunity. Still there had to be other guys to top, no? Maybe – but timing and opportunity were
not intersecting in the venn diagram of sex. I caved and said yes.
Back to the 16 th floor for me. Between the elevator and the room, I passed a good looking young guy.
Probably late 20s. Handsome. Smooth. Harness, shorts and boots on only. We caught each other’s eye. I
never turned back around. 1604 was open. I pushed in and went in and shut the door. Buttboy was still
in place…..still blindfolded. What a whore.
I barely pushed into him when there was a knock on the door. I asked if he invited another, but he said
not a word. Just like last time, he was silent. WTF, I thought. I withdrew and went to the door and
opened it. What did I care if there was another. It would make it hotter. I like an audience.
#Not even looking through the peep hole, I opened the door. There stood the guy I just passed. Not
really thinking, I assumed he was invited here and just looking for the room and we arrived around the
same time. This was not the case. He assumed it was my room and was bold enough to knock on the
door to get at me. I’d find this out later, of course.
I went back to our host and stuck my hard cock into. I got an ‘umphf’ as I slammed my dick into what I
knew what was a well-used hole. The kid stood next to me and dropped his shorts. It was a decent
piece, but nothing that would stop traffic. Turns out he wasn’t dropping trou to show me his dick. He
turned to the side to show me that hairless white ass. He was watching my hard cock going in and out of
this other guy. He silently nodded his head for me to follow him out the door. For all my faults, I am a
decent guy. I felt bad just ditching the guy bending over for me, but I had already given him a load – as
had others. So I did the next best thing: faked my own orgasm. He had so much jizz in him, he’d never
really know. I followed the kids out into the hall, waiting for him to lead the way to his room.
His room turned out to be the stairwell between 17 and 16. He assumed I had a room, I assumed he
did. This guy had either just come from another’s room or just cruising the hotel hallways looking for
action – and apparently finding it.
#I’m a big fan of public or semi-public sex, so a stairwell wasn’t a ‘no’ from me. I did look: no cameras.
And no one was walking down or up 16-17 flights of stairs, even though the wait for the elevators
seemed interminable. He clearly wasn’t fazed – and might have already done it here, since he went right
to it. His vinyl shorts came off and tossed on a stair ahead of him. He reached down to balance on one of
those risers.
I did coat my cock with spit, but there was no foreplay other than him insisting on kissing. He was
adamant about that, but not good at the deed. I wasn’t there to teach him. He bent over, exposing his
little pink hole. I put my pink pole into it.
Like the last guy, he was no stranger to stranger cock. The hole was receptive, but tighter than the last
guy. This guy was younger, so it stands to reason he hadn’t taken as much cock in his lifetime, though
you just never know. He wasn’t silent, but he wasn’t noisy. He was getting fucked and liked it. I was
ambivalent, to be honest. I’d rather it be me bending over in this stairwell while some unknown guy I’d
never see again seeded my cunt.
Like the last time, I could hold out easily. I’m getting used to fucking more and not being so quick on
the draw. He took every inch like a champ, and he took it hard. There was nothing special about the fuck
for me – other than the locale. But I had a load brewing and I was going to get rid of it – and may as well
dump in some basically anonymous butt, right? (you know the answer.)
I unleashed. It’s like I hadn’t even shot a few hours before, yet here I was spraying inside this kid. He
loved it. Of course he would…..and I’m not patting myself on the back. I could be anyone to this guy.
I let it slip out this time instead of yanking it out. Without even asking he sank to his knees and cleaned
me off. Good boy.
We exited the stairwell into the hallway. He insisted on kissing again. He was still bad at it. Ironically, I
ended up taking the stairs down 10 flights, as it was a wait for the elevators. When I got downstairs I had
a scruff message from the blindfolded guy thanking me for the load (ha!) and asking if there was
someone else in the room with me.
I never answered him.
Saturday, June 09, 2018
Sunday, June 03, 2018
CLAW 2018 #1
I attended my 6 th CLAW a month or so back. As usual, I did more work there than play. It’s always the
way with me. And as usual, it was harder to hook up with guys, as a bottom, than I think it should.
Where I think a lot of time bottoms can have more power in bed, tops have more power to get guys too
bed. Sometimes the bottoms are powerless in that regard.
The problem here of course is there are too many potential guys with which to hook up, so it’s a waiting game. And if someone else is potentially hotter, than you’re left in the dust. It’s much easier to top here. WAY too easy, in fact. The irony is – and I’ve said this before – a thousand guys right in front of you and the way guys fucking hook up are via Scruff and Recon phone apps. Frustrating.
That said, that is how I got some action all three times.
He was on Scruff. Average everything, but a nice face – though on the screen would be the only time I’d see it. His profile alluded to vers, but in the convo, it was clear he wasn’t. Or wasn’t for this trip. He was a big old bottom.
1604 was the room. Door would be open. And it was. He was head down, shoulders up, eyes blindfolded. I had on a kilt, so nothing needed to be taken off. I had gotten hard as I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. Scenes like that always get to me, regardless if I’m bottom or top.
I stood behind him, admiring his ass. I dropped to my knees and ate his hole. I wasn’t the first one there. This I knew, by smell and taste. Eventually I stood. I raised a hand and brought it down hard upon his left cheek. If it hurt him, he never let on. If he liked it, he never let on. In a certain way, that says a lot about a man. He wasn’t there to be interactive, he did the right thing.
I lifted the kilt, my hard exposed. I pressed it against his hole, no lubrication. I had a hunch I wasn’t the first one there. I wasn’t wrong. With enough resistance, but not enough to stop me, I entered. The hole was slick. I mentioned it. The only time he really responds to me. I’m #3 – so he claims. #I fuck. I fuck hard. This is about me. While it’s kind of about him, I try to make it less so. I want him to feel like he already feels – like a thing. Like a utility. I know that feeling. I’ve been that utility. I know how he wants to be treated, what he wants to feel like after that door closes.
He’s not one for aural ques. There is nothing telling me if he likes it or doesn’t. I don’t really care either way. I pump. I pull all the way out and enter all the way in. I started by sliding, then it was pushing, then it was punching. I don’t think I was his #3, but I’ve been wrong before. He was open. He was willing. All too willing. There was nothing ‘vers’ about this guy.
I held off an incredibly long time, actually. While he didn’t say it, I think he was annoyed. He was, in my opinion, looking for a pump and dump. Usually my triggers take care of that for me, and easily. Not today. But I was controlling this more than I usually do. Not quite edging. I never got that close, though I could have. I was enjoying this – not just the hole, but the scene. The blindfold. The pig.
Still, I had work to do. I made a promise to CLAW and I intended to keep it. I got close. At the precipice. Then I overacted when it happened. I made a show of it. I left the folks in the hallway know. I let the folks, if any, in the adjacent rooms to know too.
I let his guts know too. I filled them up with white hot sperm. Which added to the others he had lining his intestines. Which would be the lube for guy #4.
I pulled out. Dripped on his carpet a little and put my kilt down. I didn’t thank him. I didn’t say a word. He heard the door slam shut behind me.
The problem here of course is there are too many potential guys with which to hook up, so it’s a waiting game. And if someone else is potentially hotter, than you’re left in the dust. It’s much easier to top here. WAY too easy, in fact. The irony is – and I’ve said this before – a thousand guys right in front of you and the way guys fucking hook up are via Scruff and Recon phone apps. Frustrating.
That said, that is how I got some action all three times.
He was on Scruff. Average everything, but a nice face – though on the screen would be the only time I’d see it. His profile alluded to vers, but in the convo, it was clear he wasn’t. Or wasn’t for this trip. He was a big old bottom.
1604 was the room. Door would be open. And it was. He was head down, shoulders up, eyes blindfolded. I had on a kilt, so nothing needed to be taken off. I had gotten hard as I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. Scenes like that always get to me, regardless if I’m bottom or top.
I stood behind him, admiring his ass. I dropped to my knees and ate his hole. I wasn’t the first one there. This I knew, by smell and taste. Eventually I stood. I raised a hand and brought it down hard upon his left cheek. If it hurt him, he never let on. If he liked it, he never let on. In a certain way, that says a lot about a man. He wasn’t there to be interactive, he did the right thing.
I lifted the kilt, my hard exposed. I pressed it against his hole, no lubrication. I had a hunch I wasn’t the first one there. I wasn’t wrong. With enough resistance, but not enough to stop me, I entered. The hole was slick. I mentioned it. The only time he really responds to me. I’m #3 – so he claims. #I fuck. I fuck hard. This is about me. While it’s kind of about him, I try to make it less so. I want him to feel like he already feels – like a thing. Like a utility. I know that feeling. I’ve been that utility. I know how he wants to be treated, what he wants to feel like after that door closes.
He’s not one for aural ques. There is nothing telling me if he likes it or doesn’t. I don’t really care either way. I pump. I pull all the way out and enter all the way in. I started by sliding, then it was pushing, then it was punching. I don’t think I was his #3, but I’ve been wrong before. He was open. He was willing. All too willing. There was nothing ‘vers’ about this guy.
I held off an incredibly long time, actually. While he didn’t say it, I think he was annoyed. He was, in my opinion, looking for a pump and dump. Usually my triggers take care of that for me, and easily. Not today. But I was controlling this more than I usually do. Not quite edging. I never got that close, though I could have. I was enjoying this – not just the hole, but the scene. The blindfold. The pig.
Still, I had work to do. I made a promise to CLAW and I intended to keep it. I got close. At the precipice. Then I overacted when it happened. I made a show of it. I left the folks in the hallway know. I let the folks, if any, in the adjacent rooms to know too.
I let his guts know too. I filled them up with white hot sperm. Which added to the others he had lining his intestines. Which would be the lube for guy #4.
I pulled out. Dripped on his carpet a little and put my kilt down. I didn’t thank him. I didn’t say a word. He heard the door slam shut behind me.
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Black Cop
He was visiting from out of town and on A4A. He was African American, but at least where I am that’s
not a surprise. I’ve said it before here, here, A4A is predominantly people of color. I don’t think that’s
the same in all places, but if you’re looking for black cock in Cleveland, it’s a start. I wasn’t looking for
any certain color dick…………just dick. He just happened to be black. And from out of town. And in a
hotel.
He worked during the day, consulting he said. He was free in the evenings….until he wasn’t. Until the last night of his stay. It was freezing out, but I made the trek, douche in pocket. He was clear about wanting to fuck me. I was clear about wanting to be fucked.
I got to the hotel lobby and used the restroom to do my final clean-out. I wanted to be prepared, as I like to be a good, clean bottom. When I got to the room he let me in. His pics didn’t do him justice. He was handsome. Dark. Built. I told him so too.
He wanted to make out. I wasn’t about to say no. It was easier for him to bring me in lip to lip. He was taller than I, he was larger than I, and more powerful. I succumbed, as you might expect. He pulled me to him and held me there. This would have been great, had he been a good kisser, but alas, he was not. Story of my life.
It’s ok though. He didn’t want me there long. He pushed me to my knees. I had been fondling his cock through his briefs while getting kissed. He was plumping up nicely, but not fully erect. Just the way I like it. Personally, I like to know I had a little something to do with getting him all the way up. And I did.
After wrapping my pink lips around his dark meat, I purposefully sank down on his shaft as I watched it disappear the closer to I got to his groin. Soon, it was all gone, only to reappear a few moments later on the backing off of it…………….and then I repeated. Often. And faster. His skin glistened with my spit, making his meat look even darker than it was.
Sucking cock was nice, but that’s not what I was there for and we both knew it. He hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me toward the bed. I fell onto it gladly. He was right behind, so to speak. In actuality he was between my legs…..crawling up between them towards me. With his cock erect, he just played with me. He slid the cock against mine. Then under my balls, toward my hole, but not in it. It was teasing. It was frottage. He was gauging. I was ready.
He was too. But out of nowhere he pulled out a small tube of lube and a rubber. He saw my face and said if he knew me better, he’d go without. He was a pro and snapping it on. It took seconds, tops. And a second later he was positioned at my hole. Since he was pushing eight inches, I took a nice long hit of poppers and waited five seconds to relax. Then he pushed in. Just the head and then steadily the rest of it. I bit my lip.
He was a pro at fucking too. The man was big, but knew how to use it. It was bliss. He kept mentioning he’d be coming back to town often and how he’d like to fuck me each and every time. Here I was with a black pole up my cunt – so who was I to say ‘no’? Not that I wanted to.
The guy was a talker. But it was easy. Nothing forced. Asking me questions and such while he slowly but deliberately plugged away at my hole. Even I responded asking what kind of work brought him to town. He hesitated but eventually answered. He was collaborating with the police department. I was more than intrigued. This was a first for me, should it be true – so I asked if he was a law enforcement officer………….he replied in the affirmative. I was raging hard at this point. He fucked harder. A fucking cop was boning my ass. Sure, he wasn’t in uniform, but I can’t have everything I want, right?
He kept up with the ‘next time’ stuff. “Next time, I’ll fuck you without the rubber”. I tried to casually bring it up now and then too. I won’t be as subtle here as I was then, but basically asking him why would next time be different – as he wouldn’t know me any better than now, not really. This was all between moans of how good his big black cock felt. I could tell he loved me telling him how big it was. I think he liked the race stuff too. He made it clear he liked white hole. I made it clear, I liked black cock.
He was close. Too close. He pulled out. Mostly to cool himself down. To not shoot….not yet. We had agreed that after he came, he’d feed me the cum from his rubber. But now he was lightly stroking his cock….the rubber getting bunched up a bit as it tends to do in fucking, let along stroking. He kept saying about how next time……next time…..next time. He watched as I reached down and fingered my hole. I watched him watch me. He was mesmerized it seemed. I told him how good his cock felt in my ass.
By this time, the rubber was almost all the way off. Then all the way off. He still stroked….slowly, but steadily. I felt the tides had turned on his thinking, but I can be manipulative. I played the part he wanted me to play – or that I think he did. Knowing there was not one at least within arm’s reach, I told him to get another rubber and fuck me. He did half of what I said.
He leaned in and pushed his now raw cock into me. The rubber he had on was next to us in plain sight. His cock was nowhere I could see it, since it was buried in my hairy ass.
It took him all of two minutes to finish what he was doing. He said nothing. He groaned a bit before, but not during. Maybe acknowledging it would make it too real. Too wrong. I could feel the warmth in my guts.
His breathing steadied. He slipped out of me. It was still a dark piece of meat. I slid down and took him in my mouth. He didn’t stop me. I licked him clean. Clean of me. Clean of himself.
I dressed in my layers as he put on his shorts. He thanked me. I thanked him effusively. In the lobby I went to message him a ‘thank you’. By that time his profile was nowhere to be seen. I was cop blocked.
He worked during the day, consulting he said. He was free in the evenings….until he wasn’t. Until the last night of his stay. It was freezing out, but I made the trek, douche in pocket. He was clear about wanting to fuck me. I was clear about wanting to be fucked.
I got to the hotel lobby and used the restroom to do my final clean-out. I wanted to be prepared, as I like to be a good, clean bottom. When I got to the room he let me in. His pics didn’t do him justice. He was handsome. Dark. Built. I told him so too.
He wanted to make out. I wasn’t about to say no. It was easier for him to bring me in lip to lip. He was taller than I, he was larger than I, and more powerful. I succumbed, as you might expect. He pulled me to him and held me there. This would have been great, had he been a good kisser, but alas, he was not. Story of my life.
It’s ok though. He didn’t want me there long. He pushed me to my knees. I had been fondling his cock through his briefs while getting kissed. He was plumping up nicely, but not fully erect. Just the way I like it. Personally, I like to know I had a little something to do with getting him all the way up. And I did.
After wrapping my pink lips around his dark meat, I purposefully sank down on his shaft as I watched it disappear the closer to I got to his groin. Soon, it was all gone, only to reappear a few moments later on the backing off of it…………….and then I repeated. Often. And faster. His skin glistened with my spit, making his meat look even darker than it was.
Sucking cock was nice, but that’s not what I was there for and we both knew it. He hoisted me up by my armpits and pushed me toward the bed. I fell onto it gladly. He was right behind, so to speak. In actuality he was between my legs…..crawling up between them towards me. With his cock erect, he just played with me. He slid the cock against mine. Then under my balls, toward my hole, but not in it. It was teasing. It was frottage. He was gauging. I was ready.
He was too. But out of nowhere he pulled out a small tube of lube and a rubber. He saw my face and said if he knew me better, he’d go without. He was a pro and snapping it on. It took seconds, tops. And a second later he was positioned at my hole. Since he was pushing eight inches, I took a nice long hit of poppers and waited five seconds to relax. Then he pushed in. Just the head and then steadily the rest of it. I bit my lip.
He was a pro at fucking too. The man was big, but knew how to use it. It was bliss. He kept mentioning he’d be coming back to town often and how he’d like to fuck me each and every time. Here I was with a black pole up my cunt – so who was I to say ‘no’? Not that I wanted to.
The guy was a talker. But it was easy. Nothing forced. Asking me questions and such while he slowly but deliberately plugged away at my hole. Even I responded asking what kind of work brought him to town. He hesitated but eventually answered. He was collaborating with the police department. I was more than intrigued. This was a first for me, should it be true – so I asked if he was a law enforcement officer………….he replied in the affirmative. I was raging hard at this point. He fucked harder. A fucking cop was boning my ass. Sure, he wasn’t in uniform, but I can’t have everything I want, right?
He kept up with the ‘next time’ stuff. “Next time, I’ll fuck you without the rubber”. I tried to casually bring it up now and then too. I won’t be as subtle here as I was then, but basically asking him why would next time be different – as he wouldn’t know me any better than now, not really. This was all between moans of how good his big black cock felt. I could tell he loved me telling him how big it was. I think he liked the race stuff too. He made it clear he liked white hole. I made it clear, I liked black cock.
He was close. Too close. He pulled out. Mostly to cool himself down. To not shoot….not yet. We had agreed that after he came, he’d feed me the cum from his rubber. But now he was lightly stroking his cock….the rubber getting bunched up a bit as it tends to do in fucking, let along stroking. He kept saying about how next time……next time…..next time. He watched as I reached down and fingered my hole. I watched him watch me. He was mesmerized it seemed. I told him how good his cock felt in my ass.
By this time, the rubber was almost all the way off. Then all the way off. He still stroked….slowly, but steadily. I felt the tides had turned on his thinking, but I can be manipulative. I played the part he wanted me to play – or that I think he did. Knowing there was not one at least within arm’s reach, I told him to get another rubber and fuck me. He did half of what I said.
He leaned in and pushed his now raw cock into me. The rubber he had on was next to us in plain sight. His cock was nowhere I could see it, since it was buried in my hairy ass.
It took him all of two minutes to finish what he was doing. He said nothing. He groaned a bit before, but not during. Maybe acknowledging it would make it too real. Too wrong. I could feel the warmth in my guts.
His breathing steadied. He slipped out of me. It was still a dark piece of meat. I slid down and took him in my mouth. He didn’t stop me. I licked him clean. Clean of me. Clean of himself.
I dressed in my layers as he put on his shorts. He thanked me. I thanked him effusively. In the lobby I went to message him a ‘thank you’. By that time his profile was nowhere to be seen. I was cop blocked.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Monday, April 02, 2018
Monday, March 26, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 5
The anon guy let the door close hard. I picked myself up and saw he left his used underwear behind. At first I thought it an accident until later I saw the video of him fucking me. He was wearing it while plunging in and out of my ass. He purposefully took them off before dressing and leaving.
Naturally, I kept them. Kept them unwashed too.
But it was about two hours from check-out, and people can be fickle, so I got back on-line. Again, BBRT seemed the place to be. But now, I was the one who was low on messages. There weren't tons of tops or versatile tops on at this hour of the morning. So a very average one was, he asked "what's up". I was to the point. "Looking to get bred. Varsity Inn. 204". His reply, "on the way". Perfect.
There was no anon. He was ok - but nothing to write home about.
It was - like the others - a no pretense fuck. I was bent over the bed, he just took out his 6.5" dick and stuck it in. It was a BBRT fuck - he wanted hole. I wanted cock. He wanted to cum. I wanted his cum. Not his specifically - but he was there, so.......I was gonna get it.
Like the last few fucks, you could feel, hear and smell the wetness of my cunt. The squish was audible, visual and had an olfactory aspect. I don't know if he noticed or not, but how could you not? He had to notice the ooze of jizz surrounding his cock. He had to notice that some just slipped out of my ass, down my taint and then onto the bedspread - right?
Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe it turned him on and he wanted to add to it. I was down with that - clearly.
He said nice things about my hole - how he liked it, and being in it. He pumped while he complimented it. I did the same for his cock. I squeezed the cock too, as he was pulling out. I'd open up when he'd push back in - giving him both a loose and tight experience, teasing the fuck out of that dick.
The man lasted maybe 10 minutes before he unloaded up my ass. #8. I surpassed my totally made-up goal. I win!
This guy is also the only one who really wanted to sit around yammering after the fact. Fuck. Time was limited and yes, I was still horny. And no, I had not cum - but that was never (and rarely is) the objective. But it was a hotel room and one never knows. I finally got rid of him, but put out some feelers on BBRT and jumped in the shower.
Yes, shower. I was meeting friends for lunch and as much as it would have been fun, arriving smelling like cum, sweat and poppers isn't always appropriate. And it was now like 10a and I was starving. I barely ate the night before and now I was caffeine deprived, had a bit of a popper headache and we were nearing check-out time.
I went down the street to Starbucks. They had breakfast sandwiches and caffeine....and comfy chairs and an outlet. Yes, being the addict I am, I booted up the phone. I had a BBRT message - it was a 'text me at 614-555-1212 message. I texted.
It was last guy from the night before, the one who just showed up. The one with 8" who pummeled me with his dick. He wanted another go-round. I said if he could get to the hotel immediately, we could fuck before I lost the room. Technically I hadn't checked out and still had the key. He hemmed and hawed.
Was there some other place we could fuck, he asked. I countered, it's your town, you tell me. He had nowhere. He suggested the bathroom at Starbucks. Normally, I'd be SO down with that, but this ones had restrooms right in front of the counter and the 4-5 baristas. There was no way one wouldn't notice two guys going into a bathroom.
He had a 'roommate' so his place was off-limits. I don't know why I kept engaging, but I did.
Bossy - he was. I was in my car in less than 60 seconds. Oddly, he lived on the same street in which I did many moons ago. Parking was a bitch, so I ended up three blocks away. He was at the door when I walked up.
There was chatter. We never even made it more than 7' in the house. My pants went down, his shorts came off. I got on my knees and sucked him for all of a minute.....he was fully up at 8 again. I bent over his and his "roommates" piano.
Again - no finesse. It was a brutal fuck- but partially on purpose I believe. There was a clear view from the backdoor to where we were. He said his "roommate" could come in at any time. If true, there was no way he couldn't or wouldn't see us. It was probably more of a turn on for me. I don't think I'd have been threatened as I didn't my dick up his ass.
Of course, I would have liked a tag-team three way and said so. The guy boning me said it wouldn't be cool. I was really being pounded into the piano. He fucked hard. He fucked furious. I was not complaining. It was just what I wanted.
We were probably in the 5-7 minute mark before he just gut punched that cock up my hole and held it as deep as it would go. He delivered another load, about 10-11 hours after his last one.
Honestly, as I got back to my car, I looked at Grindr, Scruff et al, figuring, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to double digits if the stars aligned. As it turns out - I had some quick conversations, but could see they weren't going anywhere. I called it.
While my hotel shower probably helped, in reality, I was going to pick-up friends with a fresh load up my ass, and me smelling of sex. But with a smile on my face.
Total Load Count: 9
Final Load Count: 9
Naturally, I kept them. Kept them unwashed too.
But it was about two hours from check-out, and people can be fickle, so I got back on-line. Again, BBRT seemed the place to be. But now, I was the one who was low on messages. There weren't tons of tops or versatile tops on at this hour of the morning. So a very average one was, he asked "what's up". I was to the point. "Looking to get bred. Varsity Inn. 204". His reply, "on the way". Perfect.
There was no anon. He was ok - but nothing to write home about.
It was - like the others - a no pretense fuck. I was bent over the bed, he just took out his 6.5" dick and stuck it in. It was a BBRT fuck - he wanted hole. I wanted cock. He wanted to cum. I wanted his cum. Not his specifically - but he was there, so.......I was gonna get it.
Like the last few fucks, you could feel, hear and smell the wetness of my cunt. The squish was audible, visual and had an olfactory aspect. I don't know if he noticed or not, but how could you not? He had to notice the ooze of jizz surrounding his cock. He had to notice that some just slipped out of my ass, down my taint and then onto the bedspread - right?
Maybe he just didn't care. Maybe it turned him on and he wanted to add to it. I was down with that - clearly.
He said nice things about my hole - how he liked it, and being in it. He pumped while he complimented it. I did the same for his cock. I squeezed the cock too, as he was pulling out. I'd open up when he'd push back in - giving him both a loose and tight experience, teasing the fuck out of that dick.
The man lasted maybe 10 minutes before he unloaded up my ass. #8. I surpassed my totally made-up goal. I win!
This guy is also the only one who really wanted to sit around yammering after the fact. Fuck. Time was limited and yes, I was still horny. And no, I had not cum - but that was never (and rarely is) the objective. But it was a hotel room and one never knows. I finally got rid of him, but put out some feelers on BBRT and jumped in the shower.
Yes, shower. I was meeting friends for lunch and as much as it would have been fun, arriving smelling like cum, sweat and poppers isn't always appropriate. And it was now like 10a and I was starving. I barely ate the night before and now I was caffeine deprived, had a bit of a popper headache and we were nearing check-out time.
I went down the street to Starbucks. They had breakfast sandwiches and caffeine....and comfy chairs and an outlet. Yes, being the addict I am, I booted up the phone. I had a BBRT message - it was a 'text me at 614-555-1212 message. I texted.
It was last guy from the night before, the one who just showed up. The one with 8" who pummeled me with his dick. He wanted another go-round. I said if he could get to the hotel immediately, we could fuck before I lost the room. Technically I hadn't checked out and still had the key. He hemmed and hawed.
Was there some other place we could fuck, he asked. I countered, it's your town, you tell me. He had nowhere. He suggested the bathroom at Starbucks. Normally, I'd be SO down with that, but this ones had restrooms right in front of the counter and the 4-5 baristas. There was no way one wouldn't notice two guys going into a bathroom.
He had a 'roommate' so his place was off-limits. I don't know why I kept engaging, but I did.
Bossy - he was. I was in my car in less than 60 seconds. Oddly, he lived on the same street in which I did many moons ago. Parking was a bitch, so I ended up three blocks away. He was at the door when I walked up.
There was chatter. We never even made it more than 7' in the house. My pants went down, his shorts came off. I got on my knees and sucked him for all of a minute.....he was fully up at 8 again. I bent over his and his "roommates" piano.
Again - no finesse. It was a brutal fuck- but partially on purpose I believe. There was a clear view from the backdoor to where we were. He said his "roommate" could come in at any time. If true, there was no way he couldn't or wouldn't see us. It was probably more of a turn on for me. I don't think I'd have been threatened as I didn't my dick up his ass.
Of course, I would have liked a tag-team three way and said so. The guy boning me said it wouldn't be cool. I was really being pounded into the piano. He fucked hard. He fucked furious. I was not complaining. It was just what I wanted.
We were probably in the 5-7 minute mark before he just gut punched that cock up my hole and held it as deep as it would go. He delivered another load, about 10-11 hours after his last one.
Honestly, as I got back to my car, I looked at Grindr, Scruff et al, figuring, maybe, just maybe, I could make it to double digits if the stars aligned. As it turns out - I had some quick conversations, but could see they weren't going anywhere. I called it.
While my hotel shower probably helped, in reality, I was going to pick-up friends with a fresh load up my ass, and me smelling of sex. But with a smile on my face.
Total Load Count: 9
Final Load Count: 9
Sunday, March 18, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 4
I envision this as a series of three or four part entries (there will be five). There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely. And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not.
My little snooze lasted about 5.5 hours. I awoke around 5:30am, kind of lay there reveling in the night before - as an overall feeling of accomplishment. There were some decent guys. There were some good fucks. There were no great guys, but one borderline great fuck. And yes, there was the dud, and the flakes, but all are to be expected, especially when you "market" yourself in such a manner that I had done.
In reality, it's about the experience not the quality. Quantity is part of that. Honestly, I don't know how Dawson did 30 loads, except that the production team put in the leg work to get the guys. He just had to take the dick, which oddly enough was the easy part.
But it was dark out - and in, as the curtains were drawn. I reached for my fully charged phone to see what, if anything, I missed in those snoozing hours. It turns out, not much. My second placed CL ad garnered no viable leads. The iPhone apps were the same people who were there hours ago, none of them looking any better, or any more available, than before.
BBRT is where I found some activity. He was less than a mile away. The pictures were shitty, but the stats seemed ok, but nothing fantastic. Tall, thin, decent dick. Again, I'm not a paying member, so I can't enlarge the images - and BBRT's images are small as fuck.
Like Guy #2 in the first installment, he wanted it anon. The door was left open, he texted he was in the parking lot. Lube was laid out. My shoulders were down, my ass up. The door creaked open, closed and locked. Shoes came off, pants were dropped - from what I could tell.
I heard the squirt of lube and I felt the flesh at my back door.
One Push.
That's all he took. That was my only option. There was no real getting used to it, though I had kind of been prepped by five other guys. I'm guessing he was a good 7 or 7.5" - and he knew how to fuck.
Unlike the another anonymous guy, while I never saw him, this fucker did talk...........as you can see when he used my camera to shoot some footage.
During the pounding, he asked how many loads I had taken. I told him he would be #6, but my self-created goal was 7. He said he'd make sure I got #7 too.
At that point, he unloaded up my butt with a growl that could have awakened the folks in the hotel next door. Not the room next door, but the hotel.
I was a good boy. I remained faced down. He was still there, I don't know what he did in the interim, but he was close by. When he stepped back up seven or eight minutes later, his dick had gotten back to full erection.
The next fuck was hard, unrelenting and much more non-verbal. And it was quicker. The first one lasted a good 10 minutes. This one lasted less than five. He buried himself in me and in his own previous load. He added to it. His and theirs.
Yes, theirs. I had yet to expel any of the previous folks' semen. I was keeping it as long as I could.
Load Count: 7
My little snooze lasted about 5.5 hours. I awoke around 5:30am, kind of lay there reveling in the night before - as an overall feeling of accomplishment. There were some decent guys. There were some good fucks. There were no great guys, but one borderline great fuck. And yes, there was the dud, and the flakes, but all are to be expected, especially when you "market" yourself in such a manner that I had done.
In reality, it's about the experience not the quality. Quantity is part of that. Honestly, I don't know how Dawson did 30 loads, except that the production team put in the leg work to get the guys. He just had to take the dick, which oddly enough was the easy part.
But it was dark out - and in, as the curtains were drawn. I reached for my fully charged phone to see what, if anything, I missed in those snoozing hours. It turns out, not much. My second placed CL ad garnered no viable leads. The iPhone apps were the same people who were there hours ago, none of them looking any better, or any more available, than before.
BBRT is where I found some activity. He was less than a mile away. The pictures were shitty, but the stats seemed ok, but nothing fantastic. Tall, thin, decent dick. Again, I'm not a paying member, so I can't enlarge the images - and BBRT's images are small as fuck.
Like Guy #2 in the first installment, he wanted it anon. The door was left open, he texted he was in the parking lot. Lube was laid out. My shoulders were down, my ass up. The door creaked open, closed and locked. Shoes came off, pants were dropped - from what I could tell.
I heard the squirt of lube and I felt the flesh at my back door.
One Push.
That's all he took. That was my only option. There was no real getting used to it, though I had kind of been prepped by five other guys. I'm guessing he was a good 7 or 7.5" - and he knew how to fuck.
Unlike the another anonymous guy, while I never saw him, this fucker did talk...........as you can see when he used my camera to shoot some footage.
During the pounding, he asked how many loads I had taken. I told him he would be #6, but my self-created goal was 7. He said he'd make sure I got #7 too.
At that point, he unloaded up my butt with a growl that could have awakened the folks in the hotel next door. Not the room next door, but the hotel.
I was a good boy. I remained faced down. He was still there, I don't know what he did in the interim, but he was close by. When he stepped back up seven or eight minutes later, his dick had gotten back to full erection.
The next fuck was hard, unrelenting and much more non-verbal. And it was quicker. The first one lasted a good 10 minutes. This one lasted less than five. He buried himself in me and in his own previous load. He added to it. His and theirs.
Yes, theirs. I had yet to expel any of the previous folks' semen. I was keeping it as long as I could.
Load Count: 7
Thursday, March 15, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 3
I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely. And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not.
Short after the endurance fucker had left I got a BBRT message: "text me. I'm out of messages".
He left no number in which to text Groan! And I groan, because it was a good profile.
For those who don't use BBRT, if you're a non-paying member you only get x amount of messages. As you use one, you have to wait 24 hours for it to replenish. I think you get 35 total, so if you're on the hunt like I was, use those wisely. I myself was down to 10-12 remaining messages.
I'm not sure if he had no messages left or few, so I took it on myself and just wrote: Varsity Inn Room 204. Then went about looking at emails, other BBRT profiles and Grinr, Scruff, A4A and Recon. The apps were the worst. I got little traction from conversation there and it would turn out - zero "meetings".
About 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Oddly enough, it could have been anyone. By this time at least a half dozen guys had the room number, as they had planned to come over before they flaked. And honestly, I kind of forgot the last message I wrote.
It was the guy from BBRT. "I took chance and came over since you sent me your room. I could read messages, just not send any out.". He hoped it was ok. And it was.
The man was good looking. Late 30s. 6' and maybe 190-200. Dark brown hair, and looking a little swarthy. All his BBRT categories were "Ask Me". JFC - just answer the questions, already.
But here there were no questions to be answered. He saw for what I was advertising and he showed up at my door pseudo-unannounced. Oh - and he had 8".
When it got hard - and it was like steel - it was possible the straightest shaft I have ever seen. ...and let's face it, I've seen one or two dicks in my life.
As you'd expect from a guy who kind of shows up unannounced, there was little or not fanfare. No foreplay - though he wanted to kiss. You know I'm down with that, but he was a heavy smoker, which was ironic for his medical background. He had come right from work, so I knew exactly where he worked and in what specific.
I avoided that as much as I could. He pushed me over - me still standing, but hands on the bed, hairy ass pushed out, full access.
I never saw him use the lube so maybe he used spit. Had he known, he might not have needed any kind of lube at all.
The man was not subtle. He did one push into my gut. If I wanted to slow him down or extract him, I wouldn't be able. He hammered my ass. Jackhammered actually. He was rough, but not quite brutal. It was all for his own pleasure - which I'm not opposed to.
Somehow I made it down to the bed. Not quite laying flat, but close to. With each thrust in, with each pull out, I could feel semen escaping. Not tons, but enough that I knew that it was rolling off my balls and onto the poor put upon bedspread.
And yes, there were the cum squishy sounds....again. Still.
Through his grunts and groans, he did say, "nice fucking ass". I won't lie - it was good to hear.
Since he was so insistent about coming over, I assumed he'd be a pump and dump. But the man had stamina. Not as long as the guy before him, but it was a good 15 minute
He yelled that he was cumming so loud, the kids next door got their final sex-ed lesson for the night.
The guy pulsed over and over. His grunts corresponded to the throbs. I worked my ass muscles around his cock as and after he came. I love making a guy shake from head to toe after he's climaxed. Some guys like the feeling, others are too sensitive.
I don't think he was the latter, but unceremoniously, he pulled his cock from my ass. While I hate that, sometimes it is better than the old - get soft and slip out method.
But this guy was all business - if the business were fucking a stranger and going.
And really - isn't what this whole hotel set-up was in the first place?
The answer you're looking for is: "yes".
It was now after midnight. I looked some more - and was ready to stay up all night taking dick, but I was getting no bites. I thought it best to get some sleep and wake up early finding the fuckers who like early morning sex.
Load Count: 5
Short after the endurance fucker had left I got a BBRT message: "text me. I'm out of messages".
He left no number in which to text Groan! And I groan, because it was a good profile.
For those who don't use BBRT, if you're a non-paying member you only get x amount of messages. As you use one, you have to wait 24 hours for it to replenish. I think you get 35 total, so if you're on the hunt like I was, use those wisely. I myself was down to 10-12 remaining messages.
I'm not sure if he had no messages left or few, so I took it on myself and just wrote: Varsity Inn Room 204. Then went about looking at emails, other BBRT profiles and Grinr, Scruff, A4A and Recon. The apps were the worst. I got little traction from conversation there and it would turn out - zero "meetings".
About 15 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Oddly enough, it could have been anyone. By this time at least a half dozen guys had the room number, as they had planned to come over before they flaked. And honestly, I kind of forgot the last message I wrote.
It was the guy from BBRT. "I took chance and came over since you sent me your room. I could read messages, just not send any out.". He hoped it was ok. And it was.
The man was good looking. Late 30s. 6' and maybe 190-200. Dark brown hair, and looking a little swarthy. All his BBRT categories were "Ask Me". JFC - just answer the questions, already.
But here there were no questions to be answered. He saw for what I was advertising and he showed up at my door pseudo-unannounced. Oh - and he had 8".
When it got hard - and it was like steel - it was possible the straightest shaft I have ever seen. ...and let's face it, I've seen one or two dicks in my life.
As you'd expect from a guy who kind of shows up unannounced, there was little or not fanfare. No foreplay - though he wanted to kiss. You know I'm down with that, but he was a heavy smoker, which was ironic for his medical background. He had come right from work, so I knew exactly where he worked and in what specific.
I avoided that as much as I could. He pushed me over - me still standing, but hands on the bed, hairy ass pushed out, full access.
I never saw him use the lube so maybe he used spit. Had he known, he might not have needed any kind of lube at all.
The man was not subtle. He did one push into my gut. If I wanted to slow him down or extract him, I wouldn't be able. He hammered my ass. Jackhammered actually. He was rough, but not quite brutal. It was all for his own pleasure - which I'm not opposed to.
Somehow I made it down to the bed. Not quite laying flat, but close to. With each thrust in, with each pull out, I could feel semen escaping. Not tons, but enough that I knew that it was rolling off my balls and onto the poor put upon bedspread.
And yes, there were the cum squishy sounds....again. Still.
Through his grunts and groans, he did say, "nice fucking ass". I won't lie - it was good to hear.
Since he was so insistent about coming over, I assumed he'd be a pump and dump. But the man had stamina. Not as long as the guy before him, but it was a good 15 minute
He yelled that he was cumming so loud, the kids next door got their final sex-ed lesson for the night.
The guy pulsed over and over. His grunts corresponded to the throbs. I worked my ass muscles around his cock as and after he came. I love making a guy shake from head to toe after he's climaxed. Some guys like the feeling, others are too sensitive.
I don't think he was the latter, but unceremoniously, he pulled his cock from my ass. While I hate that, sometimes it is better than the old - get soft and slip out method.
But this guy was all business - if the business were fucking a stranger and going.
And really - isn't what this whole hotel set-up was in the first place?
The answer you're looking for is: "yes".
It was now after midnight. I looked some more - and was ready to stay up all night taking dick, but I was getting no bites. I thought it best to get some sleep and wake up early finding the fuckers who like early morning sex.
Load Count: 5
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 2
I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely. And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not.
It wasn't long before the next guy contacted me via BBRT.
In theory, BBRT should be the easiest of all hook-up sites. It's a little more straightforward of who is looking for what. Sure, it has the folks I'm never going to be good enough for, but this site would prove the better for this 15 hours.
"Jeff" unlocked his photos. His profile said top. Ironically, I wasn't fucking around: my reply was: Hotel Name, 204. His instant reply: "on my way". That folks, is what I'm talkin' about.
10 minutes later there is a knock on my door. Jeff is there, handsome as hell. The body was just fine, but oy, the face! Jet black hair, slightly longer than a flat top. Intense dark eyes. 5'8" 180, mid 40s.
I answered the door in just a pair of nylon gym shorts. I like having something of which to disrobe.
Jeff entered, grabbed and kissed me. Good kisser, though I wasn't expecting it. His hand on my nylon make BikeGuy Jr start to grow. I could feel he was already stiff in his tightly packed jeans.
I dropped my shorts. His fingers found my cock....my balls....and then behind them. "How many loads so far" he queried as his finger slipped into my cumhole. He liked the answer of two.
He surprised me again by bending over and taking my cock into his mouth. It was a good mouth - and I told him so, but reminded him that's not what we were there for. He wasn't offended, he got it. He then played with my tits. "See? I read for content", he says. I had forgotten it was even in my BBRT profile.
Jeff was a little chatty - but not in a bad way. It wasn't quite dirty talk, but it kind of what. The 'what ifs'. He was hoping to walk on me already taking it up the ass. I concurred, telling him how much I like to be watched.
I sat on the edge of the bed while he completely disrobed. He pushes my legs back until I grab them, exposing my cunt. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to do it, so it's hotter that he does - he spits on my hole. You'd think he'd be lube all the way, and he spits on the hole with great accuracy. FUCK.
Jeff moved up and pushed his 6" dick into my slicked up ass. He fucked that hole for a few minutes before pulling out and having me / us move back on the bed. Once again, he spit on the hole and worked his way in. We were close - face to face and I said, "that thing you just did with my ass? do it to my face!".
He got the idea. I mean, I spelled it out for him. It loses something when it has to be so prompted.
All that said, he had a great fucking style. And the face. OMG. It was great staring back it, as he stared at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. His black eyes were so expressive, so intense, especially has he got closer. You could see it. You could sense it. You could feel it. And all through the eyes...and his brow.
That in itself was oddly erotic.
And then I did feel it. His cock shooting up my hole.
He wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards. That is so not my style, but, when you have a handsome dude like that whole will spit on your pucker, you do what you can for him. I told him he could stay to watch the next guy. He expertly fingered my hole, like was a 16 year old girl in the backseat with the quarterback (what? too much?).
We talked goals. My sex goals. I kind of came with the number of 7. I wanted 7 loads. He said he'd like to come by in the morning and give me another one.
He never did. But I never truly expected him to.
The following guy, I actually turned away. I left the door open for him, and it was more of a "hey! you're 100lbs heavier than you said and those pictures were not of you" kind of thing. What I actually said was, "I'm not feeling this". He agreed and left on his own.
But another guy was literally waiting in the wings....or the parking lot. He was ready when the other guy showed, but guy 1 (who I sent away) at the last minute said he wasn't into 3-ways.
Guy 4 (5, if you include the guy who went on his way) arrives. Maybe 25. Cocky. Self assured. 5'11", 195, 7". Mixed race, but mostly black.
There was brief cocksucking on my part. Then I had my ass at the edge of the bed. He was all about the frottage. His cock slid between my legs. Under my nuts, against my hole. He was a master at the tease. Then he goes and says, "good thing I brought a rubber". I can only imagine the look on my face - not that he was looking at it.
He got the rubber from his jeans and threw it next to us on the bed. I asked him to keep rubbing his cock because it felt so good. He did. I told him it would feel better with lube on it. He used it. ...and yes, I had ulterior motive. Is it really deceit when the intentions are pretty much crystal clear?
He rubbed it up and down the crack and right at the opening. With no forewarning - not really - he punched and pushed all 7 inches in. Bare. He looked right at me as he fucked my ass for two minutes. Then he pulled out and opened the rubber. FUCK.
He greased up the rubber and we went back to fucking. A LOT of fucking. 45 minutes of fucking - almost continuously. And in every position. Bent over - head down (check). Bent over - flat to the mattress (check). On my back (check). Sitting on it (check). Him lifting me up and letting gravity make me plunge onto his pole (check).
Of that 45 minutes, 5 minutes might have been a few breaks. You know that time when you have three loads up your ass, plus lube and you have that moment of 'uh-ho', but yet you can't be sure? I had a few of those.
I needed him to stay still or slow down or take a minute. Most of which he ignored. Even though I knew I had been clean as a whistle, I just had a doubt or two, but those can kill a mood, so I had to power through it.
He loved the sound my ass made when he fucked it. It was wet. It wasn't sloppy - at least yet. There were definitely some suction noises upon withdraw and wet squishy noises upon pushing in.
There was one point that he did pull out. His cock was still rock hard, so I stroked it. And yes, I was being calculating. With each tug, I pulled the condom slightly higher on his shaft. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn't. But we didn't do that long enough for me to get it off.
At this point, he was back in me. He hammered my hole. The poor people in 203 - the adults had some explaining to do to their kids. I saw it as an educational opportunity moment. I'm guessing they didn't think the same.
Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the uncomfortableness of a bunched up baggie, but the guy pulled out, yanked the rubber off and pushed back up my ass raw as hell. I won't say it was rage, but maybe unleashed lust. While I was mostly on my back, he had me bent in half. My diaphragm was crushed. Breathing was difficult, but he just pummeled. Now 203 was having another difficult conversation.
He kept saying he was close.....but that seemed to go on for a while. I wasn't complaining, but it was a weird sensation of ass feeling great, but the lungs not so much.
He let out a roar as his jizz squirted up my bowels, joining the loads of three other guys. The warmth in my guts felt great.
There was no easing out with this guy. Like the rubber ripped off, he was out of my ass and getting this things.
I have to say, for being 25-ish, he had this down. He was no amateur.
Besides his DNA in me, the only thing proving he had been there was the semi-used rubber he left behind.
It wasn't long before the next guy contacted me via BBRT.
In theory, BBRT should be the easiest of all hook-up sites. It's a little more straightforward of who is looking for what. Sure, it has the folks I'm never going to be good enough for, but this site would prove the better for this 15 hours.
"Jeff" unlocked his photos. His profile said top. Ironically, I wasn't fucking around: my reply was: Hotel Name, 204. His instant reply: "on my way". That folks, is what I'm talkin' about.
10 minutes later there is a knock on my door. Jeff is there, handsome as hell. The body was just fine, but oy, the face! Jet black hair, slightly longer than a flat top. Intense dark eyes. 5'8" 180, mid 40s.
I answered the door in just a pair of nylon gym shorts. I like having something of which to disrobe.
Jeff entered, grabbed and kissed me. Good kisser, though I wasn't expecting it. His hand on my nylon make BikeGuy Jr start to grow. I could feel he was already stiff in his tightly packed jeans.
I dropped my shorts. His fingers found my cock....my balls....and then behind them. "How many loads so far" he queried as his finger slipped into my cumhole. He liked the answer of two.
He surprised me again by bending over and taking my cock into his mouth. It was a good mouth - and I told him so, but reminded him that's not what we were there for. He wasn't offended, he got it. He then played with my tits. "See? I read for content", he says. I had forgotten it was even in my BBRT profile.
Jeff was a little chatty - but not in a bad way. It wasn't quite dirty talk, but it kind of what. The 'what ifs'. He was hoping to walk on me already taking it up the ass. I concurred, telling him how much I like to be watched.
I sat on the edge of the bed while he completely disrobed. He pushes my legs back until I grab them, exposing my cunt. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to do it, so it's hotter that he does - he spits on my hole. You'd think he'd be lube all the way, and he spits on the hole with great accuracy. FUCK.
Jeff moved up and pushed his 6" dick into my slicked up ass. He fucked that hole for a few minutes before pulling out and having me / us move back on the bed. Once again, he spit on the hole and worked his way in. We were close - face to face and I said, "that thing you just did with my ass? do it to my face!".
He got the idea. I mean, I spelled it out for him. It loses something when it has to be so prompted.
All that said, he had a great fucking style. And the face. OMG. It was great staring back it, as he stared at me, neither of us breaking eye contact. His black eyes were so expressive, so intense, especially has he got closer. You could see it. You could sense it. You could feel it. And all through the eyes...and his brow.
That in itself was oddly erotic.
And then I did feel it. His cock shooting up my hole.
He wanted to cuddle for a bit afterwards. That is so not my style, but, when you have a handsome dude like that whole will spit on your pucker, you do what you can for him. I told him he could stay to watch the next guy. He expertly fingered my hole, like was a 16 year old girl in the backseat with the quarterback (what? too much?).
We talked goals. My sex goals. I kind of came with the number of 7. I wanted 7 loads. He said he'd like to come by in the morning and give me another one.
He never did. But I never truly expected him to.
The following guy, I actually turned away. I left the door open for him, and it was more of a "hey! you're 100lbs heavier than you said and those pictures were not of you" kind of thing. What I actually said was, "I'm not feeling this". He agreed and left on his own.
But another guy was literally waiting in the wings....or the parking lot. He was ready when the other guy showed, but guy 1 (who I sent away) at the last minute said he wasn't into 3-ways.
Guy 4 (5, if you include the guy who went on his way) arrives. Maybe 25. Cocky. Self assured. 5'11", 195, 7". Mixed race, but mostly black.
There was brief cocksucking on my part. Then I had my ass at the edge of the bed. He was all about the frottage. His cock slid between my legs. Under my nuts, against my hole. He was a master at the tease. Then he goes and says, "good thing I brought a rubber". I can only imagine the look on my face - not that he was looking at it.
He got the rubber from his jeans and threw it next to us on the bed. I asked him to keep rubbing his cock because it felt so good. He did. I told him it would feel better with lube on it. He used it. ...and yes, I had ulterior motive. Is it really deceit when the intentions are pretty much crystal clear?
He rubbed it up and down the crack and right at the opening. With no forewarning - not really - he punched and pushed all 7 inches in. Bare. He looked right at me as he fucked my ass for two minutes. Then he pulled out and opened the rubber. FUCK.
He greased up the rubber and we went back to fucking. A LOT of fucking. 45 minutes of fucking - almost continuously. And in every position. Bent over - head down (check). Bent over - flat to the mattress (check). On my back (check). Sitting on it (check). Him lifting me up and letting gravity make me plunge onto his pole (check).
Of that 45 minutes, 5 minutes might have been a few breaks. You know that time when you have three loads up your ass, plus lube and you have that moment of 'uh-ho', but yet you can't be sure? I had a few of those.
I needed him to stay still or slow down or take a minute. Most of which he ignored. Even though I knew I had been clean as a whistle, I just had a doubt or two, but those can kill a mood, so I had to power through it.
He loved the sound my ass made when he fucked it. It was wet. It wasn't sloppy - at least yet. There were definitely some suction noises upon withdraw and wet squishy noises upon pushing in.
There was one point that he did pull out. His cock was still rock hard, so I stroked it. And yes, I was being calculating. With each tug, I pulled the condom slightly higher on his shaft. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn't. But we didn't do that long enough for me to get it off.
At this point, he was back in me. He hammered my hole. The poor people in 203 - the adults had some explaining to do to their kids. I saw it as an educational opportunity moment. I'm guessing they didn't think the same.
Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the uncomfortableness of a bunched up baggie, but the guy pulled out, yanked the rubber off and pushed back up my ass raw as hell. I won't say it was rage, but maybe unleashed lust. While I was mostly on my back, he had me bent in half. My diaphragm was crushed. Breathing was difficult, but he just pummeled. Now 203 was having another difficult conversation.
He kept saying he was close.....but that seemed to go on for a while. I wasn't complaining, but it was a weird sensation of ass feeling great, but the lungs not so much.
He let out a roar as his jizz squirted up my bowels, joining the loads of three other guys. The warmth in my guts felt great.
There was no easing out with this guy. Like the rubber ripped off, he was out of my ass and getting this things.
I have to say, for being 25-ish, he had this down. He was no amateur.
Besides his DNA in me, the only thing proving he had been there was the semi-used rubber he left behind.
It wasn't quite 11p yet, so I still had time for more, I thought. But you'll read about that next time, no?
Load Count: 4
Sunday, March 11, 2018
15 Hours of Whoring - pt 1
I envision this as a series of three or four part entries. There is too much to get into one cleanly and concisely. And I will try to publish these in quicker succession than one per week or so. As these encounters just happened, I want to commit them to 'paper' and let you appreciate them....or not.
To set it up: I was going out of town for a lunch, but left the afternoon before so I could stay overnight in a questionable motel location. A few craigslist ads, and backed with some on-line apps and the sometimes handy BBRT, I was pretty much ready to go.
I got to the hotel just after 3:30p. I booted up the laptop, crafted a quick CL ad and then started the prep process of cleaning out. Just because of my schedule, I had a very light breakfast and zero lunch. Prep would be a breeze - and it was.
The CL ad brought lots of attention. Immediately a decent African-American wanted to come over RIGHT NOW. Ok dude. Room 204 "On My Way" was his response. Long story short - I'm still waiting for him to show up.
Others wanted later that night, which was fine. I was prepared for possibly not sleeping at all if guys were willing to stop by and unload. I was afraid on some of the CL responses, there was already too much back and forth. Too much negotiating, but it comes with the territory.
One guy though, was so turned on, he opted not to come later, but now. I said "sure", and if I'm being totally honest, I got mixed up on who was who in the responses to who said they were coming. For some reason I still have Yahoo set up as my email for CL - and their mail system sucks! Just horrible.
So, soon there is knock on the door. Hmmmm.
Immediately, I knew where this guy worked and his name - as both were stitched onto his shirt. This guys seemingly had a hard life....or hadn't slept in seven years. Or did copious amounts of drugs. Or all of the above. He was not my ideal, but he was right in front of me. Literally.
Either he was inexperienced or shy. He did nothing. Made no move - sexually or in terms of walking. He stood there. Lifeless. I had to reach for his belt. I had to do everything. When I walked closer to the bed, I had to tell him to come over. It's like there wasn't an intuitive thought in his head.
His 7" wasn't.
Fully hard it was almost six. I sucked him to get him hard. I lubed him up (because he wasn't going to) and I bent over. He got in with not much trouble. And it was over in less than four minutes. He jolted and sighed. I had taken my first load.
Again, he just stood there. Pants off. Making no moves to go. I finally started gathering my clothes saying I needed to find dinner. He didn't take the hint. I finally told him he'd have to dress and go.
While this all transpired, I had a few more CL responses, plus my BBRT said I had a few emails. Bonus!
One guy on BBRT wanted head. A blowjob - from Bareback Real Time? DUDE! Oh and he wanted to get high so I'd have to come to him. Delete!
Next guy's profile looked promising. It said he was 6' and 200 lbs with 7 inches.
I'd never know.
His ad read he likes anon bottoms who like the mystery of getting bred by a stranger. I asked if he wanted the lights low (yes), the door cracked open (yes) and me with my ass up and face down away from the door (yes) and for me to never turn around to see him (yes!).
He said he'd be there in five minutes and I was in place. The heating unit turned on and was quite loud. Enough so that I never did hear the door open and shut. I did hear pants being dropped. I did hear the squirt of the lube bottle, but I think it was his own, as mine was near me and I never felt him reach for it.
There was no talking. There wouldn't be. From either of us.
He lined up and pushed in. If he figured there was already a load in there from 20 minutes ago, he never said a thing - obviously.
There wasn't a groan from him. There was from me. I felt every inch of that cock slip in and the inevitable push up into my bowels. Since it was anonymous (for me), there was no connection to sway one from the task at hand.
His task was to pump butt and unload in it. It was just a bonus that it wasn't to be deterred by inane social conversation for which neither party cared. And that is what he did.
The fuck went on for a good 20 minutes. Sometimes my head was down in a pillow, others it looked ahead at the headboard or wall. Never once did it even cross my mind to look over my shoulder. He could be anything I wanted him to be - in theory. Though that never crossed my mind to pretend to give him a face or a personality.
As much as he was using me right now, I was using him. Let's face it, I wasn't completely altruistic in my motives here.
He picked up speed. His fucking style got rougher - though I was loving it - and his breathing were the only indicators of near the finish line. There were to be no grunts, no groans, no verbiage to his impending or real-time orgasm.
He shot up my ass and unceremoniously pulled his cock out of my butt.
I did put my head down. He pulled on his pants, opened the door and was gone. The only evidence he had been there was his fresh DNA up my hole.
Load Counts: 2
To set it up: I was going out of town for a lunch, but left the afternoon before so I could stay overnight in a questionable motel location. A few craigslist ads, and backed with some on-line apps and the sometimes handy BBRT, I was pretty much ready to go.
I got to the hotel just after 3:30p. I booted up the laptop, crafted a quick CL ad and then started the prep process of cleaning out. Just because of my schedule, I had a very light breakfast and zero lunch. Prep would be a breeze - and it was.
The CL ad brought lots of attention. Immediately a decent African-American wanted to come over RIGHT NOW. Ok dude. Room 204 "On My Way" was his response. Long story short - I'm still waiting for him to show up.
Others wanted later that night, which was fine. I was prepared for possibly not sleeping at all if guys were willing to stop by and unload. I was afraid on some of the CL responses, there was already too much back and forth. Too much negotiating, but it comes with the territory.
One guy though, was so turned on, he opted not to come later, but now. I said "sure", and if I'm being totally honest, I got mixed up on who was who in the responses to who said they were coming. For some reason I still have Yahoo set up as my email for CL - and their mail system sucks! Just horrible.
So, soon there is knock on the door. Hmmmm.
Immediately, I knew where this guy worked and his name - as both were stitched onto his shirt. This guys seemingly had a hard life....or hadn't slept in seven years. Or did copious amounts of drugs. Or all of the above. He was not my ideal, but he was right in front of me. Literally.
Either he was inexperienced or shy. He did nothing. Made no move - sexually or in terms of walking. He stood there. Lifeless. I had to reach for his belt. I had to do everything. When I walked closer to the bed, I had to tell him to come over. It's like there wasn't an intuitive thought in his head.
His 7" wasn't.
Fully hard it was almost six. I sucked him to get him hard. I lubed him up (because he wasn't going to) and I bent over. He got in with not much trouble. And it was over in less than four minutes. He jolted and sighed. I had taken my first load.
Again, he just stood there. Pants off. Making no moves to go. I finally started gathering my clothes saying I needed to find dinner. He didn't take the hint. I finally told him he'd have to dress and go.
While this all transpired, I had a few more CL responses, plus my BBRT said I had a few emails. Bonus!
One guy on BBRT wanted head. A blowjob - from Bareback Real Time? DUDE! Oh and he wanted to get high so I'd have to come to him. Delete!
Next guy's profile looked promising. It said he was 6' and 200 lbs with 7 inches.
I'd never know.
His ad read he likes anon bottoms who like the mystery of getting bred by a stranger. I asked if he wanted the lights low (yes), the door cracked open (yes) and me with my ass up and face down away from the door (yes) and for me to never turn around to see him (yes!).
He said he'd be there in five minutes and I was in place. The heating unit turned on and was quite loud. Enough so that I never did hear the door open and shut. I did hear pants being dropped. I did hear the squirt of the lube bottle, but I think it was his own, as mine was near me and I never felt him reach for it.
There was no talking. There wouldn't be. From either of us.
He lined up and pushed in. If he figured there was already a load in there from 20 minutes ago, he never said a thing - obviously.
There wasn't a groan from him. There was from me. I felt every inch of that cock slip in and the inevitable push up into my bowels. Since it was anonymous (for me), there was no connection to sway one from the task at hand.
His task was to pump butt and unload in it. It was just a bonus that it wasn't to be deterred by inane social conversation for which neither party cared. And that is what he did.
The fuck went on for a good 20 minutes. Sometimes my head was down in a pillow, others it looked ahead at the headboard or wall. Never once did it even cross my mind to look over my shoulder. He could be anything I wanted him to be - in theory. Though that never crossed my mind to pretend to give him a face or a personality.
As much as he was using me right now, I was using him. Let's face it, I wasn't completely altruistic in my motives here.
He picked up speed. His fucking style got rougher - though I was loving it - and his breathing were the only indicators of near the finish line. There were to be no grunts, no groans, no verbiage to his impending or real-time orgasm.
He shot up my ass and unceremoniously pulled his cock out of my butt.
I did put my head down. He pulled on his pants, opened the door and was gone. The only evidence he had been there was his fresh DNA up my hole.
Load Counts: 2
Monday, March 05, 2018
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Unexpected
I was just sitting there, minding my own business and working on a report when my phone buzzed. Someone on an app had summoned me.
Being a slave to my device, I picked it up and saw a man named "Robin" had hit me up. He was 75 feet away. And if we've learned anything from these apps, it's more about who is close by than how they look. Sometimes immediacy is more important that how attractive they might be.
C'mon - I know that ain't just me.
He was 5'7" and 165. Oh - and he was black. Oh - and he was fucking 22 years old.
We chatted for a few, neither committing to anything, so I could either get back to work or to tease the trigger. So I sent him a pic of me swinging on a black cock. It got his attention - not just that I was a cocksucker, but that I dug dark meat.
He got points for picking up on the clues so easily.
I couldn't have him up to my office, but I knew of a secure bathroom on the floor of the building in which he was visiting. I met him five minutes later. He texted me that he wouldn't have much of a load.
Since I didn't really pay attention to his profile stats, he was shorter than the pictures he sent me seemed. And yes, he was and looked young.
I won't lie, I was a little nervous about blowing a guy at work. Sure, you've read it - I've done it before, but those were a little more contained venues and times. This was a public restroom - granted a stall of one where the door locked, but on a busy hallway. People potentially could see coming and going and two guys going into a one person john.
Luck would have it - it was free and no one in the hall.....at all. In we went. Door was locked. I sat on the crapper, while all 5'7" of him stood in front of me. He pulled out his dick......and it was ok. But just ok.
Let's be honest here: we all hope for stereotypes when it comes to black cock. Usually it doesn't disappoint. This guys cock was nice and all, but very very average.
Of course, I sucked it.
I loved taking it all the way in my mouth. He was enjoying it too. We were both semi-quiet, considering the circumstances. My lips hit his wiry pubes. And then I went back up again to the head.
The guy ended up holding my head and fucking my mouth. I loved it. He really put it to me too. Bring it!
This went on for longer than I expected. I thought for sure he'd be a blow and go. He was not. He was 22 but not quick on the trigger. Since I had postponed my meeting by 30 minutes, I knew I'd have time to finish the job.
And I did.
Even with the onslaught that was his hips, hands and cock, I knew he was approaching climax. The pace changed just a bit. The hardness got just a little harder. He also so, "I'm gonna fucking cum".
Maybe he was off on his assertion that he wouldn't have much of a load. Maybe he didn't realize how big it would be. Compared to other guys, maybe he didn't know how big big was. It may have been a smaller load for him, but it was a fucking big load.
I captured it all. I swallowed it all.
I started to get myself together. As I was pulling up my pants, he opened the door and left.
He did send a Grindr message later thanking me for my mouth. I reciprocated about his cock.
I went back to work with semen on my breath.
Being a slave to my device, I picked it up and saw a man named "Robin" had hit me up. He was 75 feet away. And if we've learned anything from these apps, it's more about who is close by than how they look. Sometimes immediacy is more important that how attractive they might be.
C'mon - I know that ain't just me.
He was 5'7" and 165. Oh - and he was black. Oh - and he was fucking 22 years old.
We chatted for a few, neither committing to anything, so I could either get back to work or to tease the trigger. So I sent him a pic of me swinging on a black cock. It got his attention - not just that I was a cocksucker, but that I dug dark meat.
He got points for picking up on the clues so easily.
I couldn't have him up to my office, but I knew of a secure bathroom on the floor of the building in which he was visiting. I met him five minutes later. He texted me that he wouldn't have much of a load.
Since I didn't really pay attention to his profile stats, he was shorter than the pictures he sent me seemed. And yes, he was and looked young.
I won't lie, I was a little nervous about blowing a guy at work. Sure, you've read it - I've done it before, but those were a little more contained venues and times. This was a public restroom - granted a stall of one where the door locked, but on a busy hallway. People potentially could see coming and going and two guys going into a one person john.
Luck would have it - it was free and no one in the hall.....at all. In we went. Door was locked. I sat on the crapper, while all 5'7" of him stood in front of me. He pulled out his dick......and it was ok. But just ok.
Let's be honest here: we all hope for stereotypes when it comes to black cock. Usually it doesn't disappoint. This guys cock was nice and all, but very very average.
Of course, I sucked it.
I loved taking it all the way in my mouth. He was enjoying it too. We were both semi-quiet, considering the circumstances. My lips hit his wiry pubes. And then I went back up again to the head.
The guy ended up holding my head and fucking my mouth. I loved it. He really put it to me too. Bring it!
This went on for longer than I expected. I thought for sure he'd be a blow and go. He was not. He was 22 but not quick on the trigger. Since I had postponed my meeting by 30 minutes, I knew I'd have time to finish the job.
And I did.
Even with the onslaught that was his hips, hands and cock, I knew he was approaching climax. The pace changed just a bit. The hardness got just a little harder. He also so, "I'm gonna fucking cum".
Maybe he was off on his assertion that he wouldn't have much of a load. Maybe he didn't realize how big it would be. Compared to other guys, maybe he didn't know how big big was. It may have been a smaller load for him, but it was a fucking big load.
I captured it all. I swallowed it all.
I started to get myself together. As I was pulling up my pants, he opened the door and left.
He did send a Grindr message later thanking me for my mouth. I reciprocated about his cock.
I went back to work with semen on my breath.
Sunday, February 18, 2018
One Push
When on Scruff - one should really pay more attention.
I was chatting with a 'traveler' to the city. Then another guy was messaging me. I had a better feeling about him. He was slightly younger, but not young. He was slightly in better shape. It was that feeling you get when see a guy on-line that you feel you might have a vibe with - whether it's valid or not.
It didn't take me too too long to figure out they were messaging me from the same hotel room. But by that time I had committed to the first guy. But the second guy chimed in to say he wanted to see me fuck his "boy".
I shouldn't get so hung up on age, but the boy was the older guy. He said he was 49, but looked a little older 6'0", 210, bald with a grey beard. Still, he looked sexy as fuck. But I kind of assumed he was going to fuck me. You know, I backstory all this shit when I see their pics, hoping, usually against hope, that they'll turn out the way I want them to be.
The dom in this relationship was younger - maybe by 10 years. About the same height and maybe around 185. His hair was brown - on his head and in his beard. He was just so much sexier.
I agreed thinking one of them would fuck me. I figured if #2 could get me hot enough, I'd stay hard enough to fuck #1 and then #2 would pork my ass. A boy can dream.
Shortly after arriving at their hotel, we were down to skin. The cuter, younger guy came up to me and we made out a little. His husband got on his knees and sucked me. The more dominant one pulled off my lips and said right to me, "I want you to go into him in one push".
Admittedly, that made me even harder.
Soon, the guy meant to be fucked was on his knees at the edge of the bed. Soon, I was in him. I lined up - and remembering my instructions, with his partner right beside me, went in.
One Push.
It was easy to do. There was very little resistance. This wasn't his first time, possibly not his first time that day - though it was early, so maybe. He could take my dick with no issue. To be fair, I was probably performing more for the husband than I was for the guy I was actively boning.
But when it comes down to it, I like to be watched. Sure, I like to watch, but I seemingly love an audience, even if it is just of one.
I did pull out and have the guy lick my dick clean. He was ok with that. His bf played with my tits. We made out a little. Then he gets in front of me kneels on the bed. He doesn't ask for it, but he doesn't protest when I place my cock at his hole.
I push. Once. To the base. I assumed the 'one push' rule applied to both of them.
This guy was tighter. He knew how how to work his hole. I told him so. According to someone to whom I've relayed this story, I was told I made a faux pas by telling the guy his hole was much nicer.
Granted, it might not be the most gracious thing to say, but all buttholes are not created equally. When you play with a couple, the odds are, one is going to be favored over the other.
He knew I was fucking him with abandon too. He was into it and yet not. He verbally made it clear I was not to cum in his ass and that it was go into his lovers. Drats!
I thought about defying him / them. Sometimes one can loose control unexpectedly of their impending orgasm. Right?
But I am - or can be - a good guy. They swapped places and I went for the finish line
I'm not sure I could have done it without the audience......the one guy. Sure, I used the other guy, but he was not the one for whom I was performing.
I think we were all good with that.
I was chatting with a 'traveler' to the city. Then another guy was messaging me. I had a better feeling about him. He was slightly younger, but not young. He was slightly in better shape. It was that feeling you get when see a guy on-line that you feel you might have a vibe with - whether it's valid or not.
It didn't take me too too long to figure out they were messaging me from the same hotel room. But by that time I had committed to the first guy. But the second guy chimed in to say he wanted to see me fuck his "boy".
I shouldn't get so hung up on age, but the boy was the older guy. He said he was 49, but looked a little older 6'0", 210, bald with a grey beard. Still, he looked sexy as fuck. But I kind of assumed he was going to fuck me. You know, I backstory all this shit when I see their pics, hoping, usually against hope, that they'll turn out the way I want them to be.
The dom in this relationship was younger - maybe by 10 years. About the same height and maybe around 185. His hair was brown - on his head and in his beard. He was just so much sexier.
I agreed thinking one of them would fuck me. I figured if #2 could get me hot enough, I'd stay hard enough to fuck #1 and then #2 would pork my ass. A boy can dream.
Shortly after arriving at their hotel, we were down to skin. The cuter, younger guy came up to me and we made out a little. His husband got on his knees and sucked me. The more dominant one pulled off my lips and said right to me, "I want you to go into him in one push".
Admittedly, that made me even harder.
Soon, the guy meant to be fucked was on his knees at the edge of the bed. Soon, I was in him. I lined up - and remembering my instructions, with his partner right beside me, went in.
One Push.
It was easy to do. There was very little resistance. This wasn't his first time, possibly not his first time that day - though it was early, so maybe. He could take my dick with no issue. To be fair, I was probably performing more for the husband than I was for the guy I was actively boning.
But when it comes down to it, I like to be watched. Sure, I like to watch, but I seemingly love an audience, even if it is just of one.
I did pull out and have the guy lick my dick clean. He was ok with that. His bf played with my tits. We made out a little. Then he gets in front of me kneels on the bed. He doesn't ask for it, but he doesn't protest when I place my cock at his hole.
I push. Once. To the base. I assumed the 'one push' rule applied to both of them.
This guy was tighter. He knew how how to work his hole. I told him so. According to someone to whom I've relayed this story, I was told I made a faux pas by telling the guy his hole was much nicer.
Granted, it might not be the most gracious thing to say, but all buttholes are not created equally. When you play with a couple, the odds are, one is going to be favored over the other.
He knew I was fucking him with abandon too. He was into it and yet not. He verbally made it clear I was not to cum in his ass and that it was go into his lovers. Drats!
I thought about defying him / them. Sometimes one can loose control unexpectedly of their impending orgasm. Right?
But I am - or can be - a good guy. They swapped places and I went for the finish line
I'm not sure I could have done it without the audience......the one guy. Sure, I used the other guy, but he was not the one for whom I was performing.
I think we were all good with that.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
When Subs Dominate
I was out of town on a day trip. I had done what I needed to do and got on the ‘dating’ apps before I
left the city limits. Guys were nice and hot……and chatty. Dude! I didn’t want to talk about why I was in
town, where was I from and shit like that. I wanted to hook-up. I know they want it too, but feel the
need for the ‘get to know each other’ shit. I was frustrated.
I ran one last errand that delayed me getting out of town. From there I got a message from a wickedly handsome guy – “can I touch it”. I shot him a pic of my big hard cock and said, “is THIS what you want to touch?”. As you can see, I wasn’t into playing games or delaying the conversation. Not at this point.
He said “yes”.
But then he started being every other faggot on Grindr. Peppering me with stupid-ass questions. Kept asking how far away I was, when he could clearly tell if he looked at the distance thing. Asking me to send another face pic to prove I was who I was. Sigh. I’d answer, but only at stoplights, which frustrated him because of course he wanted immediate answers. The address he gave versus his complex was nearly impossible to find and he couldn’t seem to answer any direct questions I was asking. I figured the guy was a flake and liked fucking with tricks. Eventually, just when I was about to head north, he was clearer and came out to meet me. I was already suspecting drug use. Or basic stupidity. Or both.
He was 6’0”, 160 with a face and especially chin that was just so fucking attractive. That was the draw, believe it or not. Yes, his profile said ‘bottom’ but it also said ‘single’ and he told me something about his husband, so….you can only believe so much. I also had a two week load in my nuts, so topping wasn’t completely out of the questions. It must not have been, since I never asked to see his cock. But normally I don’t care – I just like getting men off. Anyway, he had a certain look to him, but the profile pic was better than reality, not that he was heinous or anything. The chin and its cleft were not as pronounced as the pic showed. Damn shadows and light!
I will say, once in, there was no dance. He rubbed his tightly packed crotch. He had jeans on, but underneath, I would find he had gym pants, almost compression or scuba like. They were kind of hot in their own way. I followed suit and opened my jeans and pulling my member out. Both were still soft, though even flaccid, his looked formidable. I would not be proven wrong.
With some rubbing, his grew. Both of ours did. His grew more. He was at least 8.5” and with a nice head. I was having thoughts about the hell of having a big dicked bottom. I was beginning to understand why some guys pressured me into giving them my dick. I was now in that position. Or thinking about it. I’m not above it. I’m a pig.
He kind of wanted to kiss. I kind of did, but mostly didn’t. I kept having thoughts of meth and meth mouth. Anymore when I think guys are high and exhibit that behavior, I just assume they’re doing meth. I am rarely proven wrong. So no kissing was involved, but not for his lack of trying. I’m just a master of deflection when needed.
The guy went down on his knees. He was a pretty good cocksucker, I’ll give him that. Sometimes there was a hint of teeth, but I’d correct him when I’d feel any enamel on flesh. He didn’t struggle too much when dealing with my meat.
He stood up, moaned, he’d writhe, but he was very non-verbal when I’d ask what he wanted. I could have just decided, but I love to hear guys verbalize their desires. He’d immediately shoot back, “what do you want”. At that point I kind of wanted his ass. His mouth said ‘fuck me’, but his body language said anything but. He’d resist when I tried to turn him around to bend him over his sofa, though I was able to get those scuba-y like pants down a little further. Or he’d rub up against my rock hard dick but would pull back some if I got it at his crack. Deep down, I knew I wouldn’t be going deep. Or in....at all.
The guy would check his phone every so often. I wondered if he was looking for another, or someone better. He claimed he was seeing where his husband was, as he was cheating and the hubby didn’t know. I’m all for cheaters, but it’s always weird when you get walked in on. I was hoping that would not happen. (spoiler: it didn’t)
He asked me to blow him. Honestly, with a cock like he had, how could I not? It was a beautiful penis. I loved every inch of it. I asked if I could take a pic of it in my mouth, which he was good with. I took video instead. He didn’t stop me.
As it turns out, he took out his phone to video it from his angle. We were both into it. I’d have LOVED him to bend me over, but I was sooooo not prepped for that, and I think he was too bottom for that.
After I came off him, he was telling me how much he wanted my load. I asked “where?”. He said, “spray it all over me!”. UGH. Boner killer. I get the money shot. I do. There is a time and place for that, but this wasn’t it. I said, I’ll do your face if you stick out your tongue and eat some. He agreed.
I had been close on and off a few times. Macro-edging, I guess I’d call it. I liked seeing him down on his knees looking up at me, in a worship fashion. At least a subservient one. A cocksucker position. I’ve been there so many fucking times, it’s kind of nice to see what they see.
This whole time I was bordering on that being nice and asking what he wanted edge and the just taking over edge. While I can’t and won’t say I’m a top or a dom, I have qualities. I’ve been around enough to know what is good and bad – and I know it’s all relative, but this is my version, my truth.
In that moment of standing over him, looking down on him, looking down at him, with my cock in his mouth, as he tried to get me closer so I could blow my load all over his face, internally, I just said, “fuck it”. There would be no money shot. There would be no bukkake party of one.
I guided his head. Honestly, I hadn’t felt close, until I decided to take control. I think I fucking got turned on by my own dominance. That’s weird, right? Tops – can you answer that for me, is that a turn on for you when you are that in control? To the point of getting you to orgasm?
My hand tightened on his head. I was there. I didn’t tell him ahead of time, which for some reason I’m apt to do. I usually tell them to start swallowing, as my load is so large, they will need forewarning and direction to keep up. I didn’t know if this guy swallowed or not, and I didn’t care. Today he was GOING to swallow.
I unleashed. It had to be close or over two weeks of cum flowing from my balls. My grip was steady and strong. He wasn’t going anywhere, but it didn’t seem he was trying. If he was upset about the change of plans he didn’t show it, but then on the other hand, he couldn’t. The seed was coming fast and there was a lot of it.
For fear of him not ingesting the load, I reached down and started stroking his throat. This will almost involuntarily get someone to swallow. He did. He was. But to be safe I kept holding his head so he had nowhere to go. If he wanted to breathe normally soon, he’d be taking every drop.
He did. Whether he wanted it or not.
I think he wanted it. Maybe he wanted a strong man to make the decision for him. Or maybe he manipulated the situation to get exactly what he wanted. I’m not cynical (well, I am, but…….), because I’ve done similar things. I mean, he took the entire dick and the entire (huge!) load without even a slight gag.
When he pulled off, he raised an eyebrow and then winked. He stood up, as I buttoned my pants. He didn’t say a word, nor did I. I walked to the door, he stayed put, I unlocked and left. His neighbors were using way too much curry.
I ran one last errand that delayed me getting out of town. From there I got a message from a wickedly handsome guy – “can I touch it”. I shot him a pic of my big hard cock and said, “is THIS what you want to touch?”. As you can see, I wasn’t into playing games or delaying the conversation. Not at this point.
He said “yes”.
But then he started being every other faggot on Grindr. Peppering me with stupid-ass questions. Kept asking how far away I was, when he could clearly tell if he looked at the distance thing. Asking me to send another face pic to prove I was who I was. Sigh. I’d answer, but only at stoplights, which frustrated him because of course he wanted immediate answers. The address he gave versus his complex was nearly impossible to find and he couldn’t seem to answer any direct questions I was asking. I figured the guy was a flake and liked fucking with tricks. Eventually, just when I was about to head north, he was clearer and came out to meet me. I was already suspecting drug use. Or basic stupidity. Or both.
He was 6’0”, 160 with a face and especially chin that was just so fucking attractive. That was the draw, believe it or not. Yes, his profile said ‘bottom’ but it also said ‘single’ and he told me something about his husband, so….you can only believe so much. I also had a two week load in my nuts, so topping wasn’t completely out of the questions. It must not have been, since I never asked to see his cock. But normally I don’t care – I just like getting men off. Anyway, he had a certain look to him, but the profile pic was better than reality, not that he was heinous or anything. The chin and its cleft were not as pronounced as the pic showed. Damn shadows and light!
I will say, once in, there was no dance. He rubbed his tightly packed crotch. He had jeans on, but underneath, I would find he had gym pants, almost compression or scuba like. They were kind of hot in their own way. I followed suit and opened my jeans and pulling my member out. Both were still soft, though even flaccid, his looked formidable. I would not be proven wrong.
With some rubbing, his grew. Both of ours did. His grew more. He was at least 8.5” and with a nice head. I was having thoughts about the hell of having a big dicked bottom. I was beginning to understand why some guys pressured me into giving them my dick. I was now in that position. Or thinking about it. I’m not above it. I’m a pig.
He kind of wanted to kiss. I kind of did, but mostly didn’t. I kept having thoughts of meth and meth mouth. Anymore when I think guys are high and exhibit that behavior, I just assume they’re doing meth. I am rarely proven wrong. So no kissing was involved, but not for his lack of trying. I’m just a master of deflection when needed.
The guy went down on his knees. He was a pretty good cocksucker, I’ll give him that. Sometimes there was a hint of teeth, but I’d correct him when I’d feel any enamel on flesh. He didn’t struggle too much when dealing with my meat.
He stood up, moaned, he’d writhe, but he was very non-verbal when I’d ask what he wanted. I could have just decided, but I love to hear guys verbalize their desires. He’d immediately shoot back, “what do you want”. At that point I kind of wanted his ass. His mouth said ‘fuck me’, but his body language said anything but. He’d resist when I tried to turn him around to bend him over his sofa, though I was able to get those scuba-y like pants down a little further. Or he’d rub up against my rock hard dick but would pull back some if I got it at his crack. Deep down, I knew I wouldn’t be going deep. Or in....at all.
The guy would check his phone every so often. I wondered if he was looking for another, or someone better. He claimed he was seeing where his husband was, as he was cheating and the hubby didn’t know. I’m all for cheaters, but it’s always weird when you get walked in on. I was hoping that would not happen. (spoiler: it didn’t)
He asked me to blow him. Honestly, with a cock like he had, how could I not? It was a beautiful penis. I loved every inch of it. I asked if I could take a pic of it in my mouth, which he was good with. I took video instead. He didn’t stop me.
As it turns out, he took out his phone to video it from his angle. We were both into it. I’d have LOVED him to bend me over, but I was sooooo not prepped for that, and I think he was too bottom for that.
After I came off him, he was telling me how much he wanted my load. I asked “where?”. He said, “spray it all over me!”. UGH. Boner killer. I get the money shot. I do. There is a time and place for that, but this wasn’t it. I said, I’ll do your face if you stick out your tongue and eat some. He agreed.
I had been close on and off a few times. Macro-edging, I guess I’d call it. I liked seeing him down on his knees looking up at me, in a worship fashion. At least a subservient one. A cocksucker position. I’ve been there so many fucking times, it’s kind of nice to see what they see.
This whole time I was bordering on that being nice and asking what he wanted edge and the just taking over edge. While I can’t and won’t say I’m a top or a dom, I have qualities. I’ve been around enough to know what is good and bad – and I know it’s all relative, but this is my version, my truth.
In that moment of standing over him, looking down on him, looking down at him, with my cock in his mouth, as he tried to get me closer so I could blow my load all over his face, internally, I just said, “fuck it”. There would be no money shot. There would be no bukkake party of one.
I guided his head. Honestly, I hadn’t felt close, until I decided to take control. I think I fucking got turned on by my own dominance. That’s weird, right? Tops – can you answer that for me, is that a turn on for you when you are that in control? To the point of getting you to orgasm?
My hand tightened on his head. I was there. I didn’t tell him ahead of time, which for some reason I’m apt to do. I usually tell them to start swallowing, as my load is so large, they will need forewarning and direction to keep up. I didn’t know if this guy swallowed or not, and I didn’t care. Today he was GOING to swallow.
I unleashed. It had to be close or over two weeks of cum flowing from my balls. My grip was steady and strong. He wasn’t going anywhere, but it didn’t seem he was trying. If he was upset about the change of plans he didn’t show it, but then on the other hand, he couldn’t. The seed was coming fast and there was a lot of it.
For fear of him not ingesting the load, I reached down and started stroking his throat. This will almost involuntarily get someone to swallow. He did. He was. But to be safe I kept holding his head so he had nowhere to go. If he wanted to breathe normally soon, he’d be taking every drop.
He did. Whether he wanted it or not.
I think he wanted it. Maybe he wanted a strong man to make the decision for him. Or maybe he manipulated the situation to get exactly what he wanted. I’m not cynical (well, I am, but…….), because I’ve done similar things. I mean, he took the entire dick and the entire (huge!) load without even a slight gag.
When he pulled off, he raised an eyebrow and then winked. He stood up, as I buttoned my pants. He didn’t say a word, nor did I. I walked to the door, he stayed put, I unlocked and left. His neighbors were using way too much curry.
Monday, January 15, 2018
Confluence
It was a confluence I did not see coming.
Opting to work from home one day, I got hit up by the KISS guy, from which you’ve seen / read some escapades. He happened to be off as well. While he is not my ideal, he’s consistent, knows how to fuck, fucks raw and always had a huge load.
As I am finalizing plans with him, another semi-semi- semi regular pings me. He’s married – to a dude – and cheats. I’m good with that. Actually, it makes me harder. He has a nicer cock than KISS guy, by about 2-3 inches. Thicker too. Bigger head. Both guys can be unrelenting when giving me their cock.
I ask “Rick” if he can wait 45 minutes, as I have something else set up. He tells me he cannot and asks for details on the other ‘set-up’. I tell him and he correctly picks out the KISS profile as the guy. Rick would be up for a 3-way if KISS is. I tell him to come over now, before even checking it out with KISS guy. I know he’s driving but shoot a message, hoping he’ll see it at a stoplight. He does. He’s fine.
Both guys show up at the exact same time. Both walk up the driveway together. They didn’t seem to say a word to each other, which seems about right. Had I planned it at all, I couldn’t have done any better.
KISS whips out his tatt’d cock first. “Suck it”, said he. I got on my knees and did. Rick walks over and watches more closely. His cock is already out, but not completely hard. He steps closer. I pull off, turn my head, and ingest his penis. I slide all the way down to a nice heavy sigh from Rick and an “oh fuck yeah” from KISS.
They move even closer together, getting their cocks so near each others, that I just take them both into my mouth. I don’t care what anyone says – this is not an easy feat. Body dynamics, geometry, cock length and oral capacity all play factors. And of course, the willingness for two strangers to be that proximate to each other in personal space. It wasn’t perfect, but for the moments in time when I was fellating them both, it worked!
But I knew (and they knew) that neither of them were there for my mouth. KISS was first to go. He
played with my chest and lubed my hole and his cock. I bent over the desk and took it like a faggot. His
cock bottomed out nicely. He knows how to fuck and did a good job. I think he was putting on a show
for the third person, and I’m ok with that. I think we all were.
Rick took his place near my head and I dutifully went down on his cock, taking flesh tubes from both ends. It was meant to be.
Still, KISS fucked, but he didn’t finish.
KISS withdrew from my ass and motioned for Rick to take his place. Which he did. But just with his spit. That’s ok. The hole was lubed by this point.
The entry was tougher than the first. Rough and on purpose. As mentioned, the head was bigger and while I don’t know he wanted to make me feel it, I did. He was not displeased with this. His fuck style was rough too – but in a good way. Those of you who get fucked and like to get fucked will understand. He had good motion, but pumped my ass in a determined way. A man with a mission, if you will.
Like KISS, he stopped, as he was getting close and didn’t want to be…..not yet. Without hesitation or direction, KISS stepped back up to the plate. He went in easily enough by this point. I was opened up, as you might suspect. There was no edging at this point. There was a goal in mind. He slid in and out of my ass knowing he was being watched, knowing he had a load and an ass that was going to take it.
KISS isn’t horribly verbal when it comes to cumming. He asked me to ask for the load. I begged for it. While I knew he was shooting, there were not knowing grunts, no ‘take my load’ indicators. But I knew he was shooting. I make sure Rick knows too. "Oh yeah - pump that hot load right up my ass". KISS responds with a "yeahhhh".
I tell him to stay up my ass and I use my muscles to milk out every drop. Rick is in the perimeter methodically stroking his dong while he intently watches, silently.
But as things must go, KISS slid out of my ass and had barely stepped away when Rick started sliding his prick up my well lubed cunt.
And he fucked me.
And kept fucking me.
He was a silent top, he was more vocal about his impending ejaculation. All three of us knew it was on the cusp.............and then in my guts.
There were a few "nice!" exchanges, but other than that, no talking amongst the other two participants. Rick pulled out and put on his pants. KISS had his shorts back on. I slithered back into my mine - to help secure the loads that would end up remaining there for hours.
With no exchange, just like when they came in, they left together and all went their separate ways.....except for the DNA which was combined........and in me.
Opting to work from home one day, I got hit up by the KISS guy, from which you’ve seen / read some escapades. He happened to be off as well. While he is not my ideal, he’s consistent, knows how to fuck, fucks raw and always had a huge load.
As I am finalizing plans with him, another semi-semi- semi regular pings me. He’s married – to a dude – and cheats. I’m good with that. Actually, it makes me harder. He has a nicer cock than KISS guy, by about 2-3 inches. Thicker too. Bigger head. Both guys can be unrelenting when giving me their cock.
I ask “Rick” if he can wait 45 minutes, as I have something else set up. He tells me he cannot and asks for details on the other ‘set-up’. I tell him and he correctly picks out the KISS profile as the guy. Rick would be up for a 3-way if KISS is. I tell him to come over now, before even checking it out with KISS guy. I know he’s driving but shoot a message, hoping he’ll see it at a stoplight. He does. He’s fine.
Both guys show up at the exact same time. Both walk up the driveway together. They didn’t seem to say a word to each other, which seems about right. Had I planned it at all, I couldn’t have done any better.
KISS whips out his tatt’d cock first. “Suck it”, said he. I got on my knees and did. Rick walks over and watches more closely. His cock is already out, but not completely hard. He steps closer. I pull off, turn my head, and ingest his penis. I slide all the way down to a nice heavy sigh from Rick and an “oh fuck yeah” from KISS.
They move even closer together, getting their cocks so near each others, that I just take them both into my mouth. I don’t care what anyone says – this is not an easy feat. Body dynamics, geometry, cock length and oral capacity all play factors. And of course, the willingness for two strangers to be that proximate to each other in personal space. It wasn’t perfect, but for the moments in time when I was fellating them both, it worked!
Rick took his place near my head and I dutifully went down on his cock, taking flesh tubes from both ends. It was meant to be.
Still, KISS fucked, but he didn’t finish.
KISS withdrew from my ass and motioned for Rick to take his place. Which he did. But just with his spit. That’s ok. The hole was lubed by this point.
The entry was tougher than the first. Rough and on purpose. As mentioned, the head was bigger and while I don’t know he wanted to make me feel it, I did. He was not displeased with this. His fuck style was rough too – but in a good way. Those of you who get fucked and like to get fucked will understand. He had good motion, but pumped my ass in a determined way. A man with a mission, if you will.
Like KISS, he stopped, as he was getting close and didn’t want to be…..not yet. Without hesitation or direction, KISS stepped back up to the plate. He went in easily enough by this point. I was opened up, as you might suspect. There was no edging at this point. There was a goal in mind. He slid in and out of my ass knowing he was being watched, knowing he had a load and an ass that was going to take it.
KISS isn’t horribly verbal when it comes to cumming. He asked me to ask for the load. I begged for it. While I knew he was shooting, there were not knowing grunts, no ‘take my load’ indicators. But I knew he was shooting. I make sure Rick knows too. "Oh yeah - pump that hot load right up my ass". KISS responds with a "yeahhhh".
I tell him to stay up my ass and I use my muscles to milk out every drop. Rick is in the perimeter methodically stroking his dong while he intently watches, silently.
But as things must go, KISS slid out of my ass and had barely stepped away when Rick started sliding his prick up my well lubed cunt.
And he fucked me.
And kept fucking me.
He was a silent top, he was more vocal about his impending ejaculation. All three of us knew it was on the cusp.............and then in my guts.
There were a few "nice!" exchanges, but other than that, no talking amongst the other two participants. Rick pulled out and put on his pants. KISS had his shorts back on. I slithered back into my mine - to help secure the loads that would end up remaining there for hours.
With no exchange, just like when they came in, they left together and all went their separate ways.....except for the DNA which was combined........and in me.
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