Another repeat - and I was glad to have it.
Sunday night I recieved an email from the guy I serviced a few weeks back (see post for Aug 29th). He said to come to the apartment I was at last time and just walk in. Lights would be off. As promised the door was ajar and he was in the front room, stripped naked and leaning against the wall.
Unlike last time I didn't even have to do anything to get him aroused. His cock was sticking straight out...already fully lengthened. In no time flat I was on my knees in front of him. In an instant I was to the root of his prick and he started sliding in and out of my mouth.
Last time there was a variation of me sucking vs him face fucking me. This time the scene consisted mostly of him pumping my pussy mouth. He picked up right where he did last time when he figured out he could smack my face. Whereas the last time that happened close to the end - right off the bat he was slapping me HARD.
I guess since he knew I took it last time, it gave him license to do it again while testing my limits. The hits became more frequent and harder. Once I almost pulled off his cock to tell him to go easy. ALMOST.
But I didn't. I took it like a man. He'd grab my ears and really pull me down hard on his dick while thrusting up into my mouth. I took it like a pro - never gagging, though I think his intent was to try to make me.
He was a low talker. I know he was saying dirty things, but couldn't only make out a word or two - and mostly that was 'cocksucker'. But I continued on - eating his ass and licking his nuts, which like last time were non-existent (seriously - not small, I couldn't see or feel *anything*!).
But good things come to an end (or is it 'cum'?) and I knew he was getting close when I did hear him mutter, "you dirty fuckin' whore"! Just then the pulled out of my mouth and sprayed me with big ropes of cum. I'd have loved to take it in my mouth - but I realized that since he did the same thing last time, this was his thing. I'd have to abide.
And the man has a huge load. So microscopic nuts mean nothing. Something in there was still producing a large amount of scum that he can give to guys like me.
I wanted to milk his dick w/my fist and clean him up - but as I reached for it he backed away. While looking down on me he just said, "we're done now."
Taking that que, I stood up and walked out the door, but not before thanking him. He just repeated, "done!". I walked back to my car - his load on my face, which I wore home and let dry, but not w/out tasting some here and there.
I hope he doesn't mean we're done-done.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Icy Hot
So, I met up with the 'kid' from the park from one of my more recent posts. He did call like he said he would!
I went to him house and he was in just as much heat as I was. Barely got in the door before we were both totally erect. I did the old hot action of unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper w/my teeth. It's much more difficult than porn stories lead you to believe - and I'm sure my dentist wouldn't be happy!
I blew him good, but was hoping he'd fuck me. While in the kitchen he went down on me too. The kid can suck dick. Took all 8" of me down - and he has a fuckin' mouth like velvet. But his dick in my ass felt so good at the park, I needed/wanted it again. Alas that part was not meant to be, but we still had fun.
He dragged me back to his bedroom - and we got nekkid. I pulled off his shoes and went down on his feet. This had him WILD. I blew each and one of his toes the proceeded to lick all over the bottoms of his feet - further pushing his buttons.
Eventually he did the same to me. I have very sensitive feet, but after a bit, I could relax and really enjoy it. We'd 69 at the combo of dick/feet/ass eating. The kid at my ass - and he at it GOOD. On and off for about an hour. I was begging for something to be put up my cunt.
An idea popped into my head from a buddy of mine in Pittsburgh. I told him to get some ice cubes. He did and I had him put one up my ass. After it popped in - I had him push it deeper with his fingers. The immediate cold goes away soon enough. You can feel the heat take over the cube making it a mere puddle up your hole.
Soon there was a second one and then a third. The kid would put it in his mouth to take off the rough edges - but would also blow me w/the cube in his mouth. Always love that feeling.
I was getting greedy and wanted more cubes up my hole. He told me to get them - so I got the last five from his freezer. He'd put one in his mouth - I'd put one in mine. I'd take it out and rub it on his buzzed head while he blew me w/it in his mouth. Then he'd put one up my ass and immediately put another one up there. ....until all 5 were gone.
I loved the feeling of them up there...melting w/the furnace of my pussy (as he'd call it). But then even he got piggish and insisted I sit on his face and push the melted ice into his mouth. Who am I to argue? I sat on his face and started pushing out what was in my ass. As much as I thought the ice had melted, I was soon to find out it might have, but the water was still ice cold. A new great sensation. And he took it all. A pig after my own heart - if I only had one.
Afterward he just jacked off on my asshole again. Just like the woods, he went and licked it all up and then presented it to me - and pushed it into my mouth. Very hot.
But now it was my turn (and you know I don't get off during sex a lot) - but I had him get on his knees and open his mouth. With great precision - I lobbed off shots and shots of cum - that almost landed in his open orafice 100% time. Then I pushed my cock in his mouth and told him to swallow all the seed. And he did.
He got up enough to collapse on his bed. I just reached for my shorts and walked out the door - and yelled back to call me.
He will. Possibly more whipped than I am.
I went to him house and he was in just as much heat as I was. Barely got in the door before we were both totally erect. I did the old hot action of unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper w/my teeth. It's much more difficult than porn stories lead you to believe - and I'm sure my dentist wouldn't be happy!
I blew him good, but was hoping he'd fuck me. While in the kitchen he went down on me too. The kid can suck dick. Took all 8" of me down - and he has a fuckin' mouth like velvet. But his dick in my ass felt so good at the park, I needed/wanted it again. Alas that part was not meant to be, but we still had fun.
He dragged me back to his bedroom - and we got nekkid. I pulled off his shoes and went down on his feet. This had him WILD. I blew each and one of his toes the proceeded to lick all over the bottoms of his feet - further pushing his buttons.
Eventually he did the same to me. I have very sensitive feet, but after a bit, I could relax and really enjoy it. We'd 69 at the combo of dick/feet/ass eating. The kid at my ass - and he at it GOOD. On and off for about an hour. I was begging for something to be put up my cunt.
An idea popped into my head from a buddy of mine in Pittsburgh. I told him to get some ice cubes. He did and I had him put one up my ass. After it popped in - I had him push it deeper with his fingers. The immediate cold goes away soon enough. You can feel the heat take over the cube making it a mere puddle up your hole.
Soon there was a second one and then a third. The kid would put it in his mouth to take off the rough edges - but would also blow me w/the cube in his mouth. Always love that feeling.
I was getting greedy and wanted more cubes up my hole. He told me to get them - so I got the last five from his freezer. He'd put one in his mouth - I'd put one in mine. I'd take it out and rub it on his buzzed head while he blew me w/it in his mouth. Then he'd put one up my ass and immediately put another one up there. ....until all 5 were gone.
I loved the feeling of them up there...melting w/the furnace of my pussy (as he'd call it). But then even he got piggish and insisted I sit on his face and push the melted ice into his mouth. Who am I to argue? I sat on his face and started pushing out what was in my ass. As much as I thought the ice had melted, I was soon to find out it might have, but the water was still ice cold. A new great sensation. And he took it all. A pig after my own heart - if I only had one.
Afterward he just jacked off on my asshole again. Just like the woods, he went and licked it all up and then presented it to me - and pushed it into my mouth. Very hot.
But now it was my turn (and you know I don't get off during sex a lot) - but I had him get on his knees and open his mouth. With great precision - I lobbed off shots and shots of cum - that almost landed in his open orafice 100% time. Then I pushed my cock in his mouth and told him to swallow all the seed. And he did.
He got up enough to collapse on his bed. I just reached for my shorts and walked out the door - and yelled back to call me.
He will. Possibly more whipped than I am.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Into the Woods.........Again
So last Friday, I boogied out of work early (long holiday weekend, ya know) but didn't go home. I went to the park. I needed dick.
The park was actually very low key, maybe b/c of the holiday. Eventually one guy pulled up. Early 20s (which is younger than I normally do). Baseball cap. Jim Thome jersey. Short hair and a patch of hair on his chin.
He gets out of his pick-up truck and heads down the path to the woods w/out giving me a look. I didn't take this as non-interest and just followed. He was waiting - playing pocket pool. I responded doing the same in my suit pants.
I got my hand on his fly and pulled it down. Out came a nice 7" piece of meat. Not too thick. It stiffened up, but remained the same length size. I loved that he was freeballing too. I got down on my knees and took him to the root. His hand found my head and placed it there - but not forced.
After awhile I got off my knees and he went to his. I don't normally feed, but he was good, young and eager. Eventually he moved around to eat my ass - which I love. Soon enough he was standing behind me trying to work his way in. I tried to make it was easy as possible for him. I bent over just so and braced myself on a tree. He got in and we were taking it nice and easy, every once inawhile he popped out of the hole.
At one point he did this as I was seeing someone approaching down the path. We straightened ourselves up before the person got into position to see us. As it turns out, it was a guy I blew a few weeks back. Short, masculine, medium but heavy dick. Quiet too.
I motioned him over and he came. I got his dick out and bent over to work on it. My suit pants were still up, but my ass was jutted out for the kid to see it. He got the hint. He felt it through my pants and stepped up behind me. I got to loosen the pants and he pulled them down just enough to get exposure to what he wanted. The guy I was blowing said nothing....to the scene or to my talents.
The kid tried to get back into me, but the angle was weird. He rubbed it up and down and all around while the 2nd guy just fed me dick. The feeder was so low key, I had no idea he was as close as he was....but all of the sudden there was one throb and my mouth was rewarded with sperm. Lots of it. The guy squeezed and milked his shaft while it stayed in my mouth. I got every fuckin drop. And held it.
I pulled off and turned to the kid and placed my cum filled mouth onto his shaft - coating it good. But I was smart enough to save some. I stood up and pulled him to me and kissed him - passing the load. I left enough at the lips so when we pulled away there was strings of it joining our mouths. The 2nd guy looked at the scene w/awe and just walked away. I bent over.
The kid new what to do w/his semen slicked dick. He got it up me in no time. A hit of poppers and I felt great. All too soon he was getting to the end. He muttered he wanted to cum on my ass - and I said cum in my hole. He heard 'cum ON my hole'. I had reached around to pull myself open and he saw the target. I could feel the shots just hit the hole, slide over them and drip off. So hot.
Normally, I'm not the aggressive type, but I told him 'go fuckin lick it off!'. And he did. Every fuckin drop. Then it was his turn. He came right up to me, grabbed me, kissed me and fed me his load from his own mouth.
So fucking hot. I purposely did not get off b/c I was hoping for a 3rd or 4th guy. But it was not to happen. I wished he had seem me get off b/c of his actions. He has my number. Hopefully he'll call.
The park was actually very low key, maybe b/c of the holiday. Eventually one guy pulled up. Early 20s (which is younger than I normally do). Baseball cap. Jim Thome jersey. Short hair and a patch of hair on his chin.
He gets out of his pick-up truck and heads down the path to the woods w/out giving me a look. I didn't take this as non-interest and just followed. He was waiting - playing pocket pool. I responded doing the same in my suit pants.
I got my hand on his fly and pulled it down. Out came a nice 7" piece of meat. Not too thick. It stiffened up, but remained the same length size. I loved that he was freeballing too. I got down on my knees and took him to the root. His hand found my head and placed it there - but not forced.
After awhile I got off my knees and he went to his. I don't normally feed, but he was good, young and eager. Eventually he moved around to eat my ass - which I love. Soon enough he was standing behind me trying to work his way in. I tried to make it was easy as possible for him. I bent over just so and braced myself on a tree. He got in and we were taking it nice and easy, every once inawhile he popped out of the hole.
At one point he did this as I was seeing someone approaching down the path. We straightened ourselves up before the person got into position to see us. As it turns out, it was a guy I blew a few weeks back. Short, masculine, medium but heavy dick. Quiet too.
I motioned him over and he came. I got his dick out and bent over to work on it. My suit pants were still up, but my ass was jutted out for the kid to see it. He got the hint. He felt it through my pants and stepped up behind me. I got to loosen the pants and he pulled them down just enough to get exposure to what he wanted. The guy I was blowing said nothing....to the scene or to my talents.
The kid tried to get back into me, but the angle was weird. He rubbed it up and down and all around while the 2nd guy just fed me dick. The feeder was so low key, I had no idea he was as close as he was....but all of the sudden there was one throb and my mouth was rewarded with sperm. Lots of it. The guy squeezed and milked his shaft while it stayed in my mouth. I got every fuckin drop. And held it.
I pulled off and turned to the kid and placed my cum filled mouth onto his shaft - coating it good. But I was smart enough to save some. I stood up and pulled him to me and kissed him - passing the load. I left enough at the lips so when we pulled away there was strings of it joining our mouths. The 2nd guy looked at the scene w/awe and just walked away. I bent over.
The kid new what to do w/his semen slicked dick. He got it up me in no time. A hit of poppers and I felt great. All too soon he was getting to the end. He muttered he wanted to cum on my ass - and I said cum in my hole. He heard 'cum ON my hole'. I had reached around to pull myself open and he saw the target. I could feel the shots just hit the hole, slide over them and drip off. So hot.
Normally, I'm not the aggressive type, but I told him 'go fuckin lick it off!'. And he did. Every fuckin drop. Then it was his turn. He came right up to me, grabbed me, kissed me and fed me his load from his own mouth.
So fucking hot. I purposely did not get off b/c I was hoping for a 3rd or 4th guy. But it was not to happen. I wished he had seem me get off b/c of his actions. He has my number. Hopefully he'll call.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Mike Fleming
May or may not be his real name (but no cities are mentioned here - so try to find him!).
I met him while I was in college. On the 6th floor of the library yet (one of THE cruisiest spots on campus - I kid you not). He kept walking by my desk, but I couldnt' believe he'd be interested in me. He seemed like a grad student to my junior year. Receding hairline, but horribly horribly masculine. He got me to follow him down to the 5th floor which had NO desks - and just stacks. There he had me get on my knees and look at his cock. He wouldn't let me suck it really until I jacked off first. Not quite sure why - but maybe he wanted to see if a guy was still interested in his dick/load after they ejaculated. I was. I popped my nut on the floor and he fed me.
Oddly enough, we went out for a beer afterward. Almost unheard of in anonymous library sex. But then went back to my crappy efficiency where I proceeded to eat his ass for an hour until he popped a 2nd nut. At that point he took off. Never to see him for a few years.
Flash forward to where I was gonig out to gay bars more regularly. After hours, there was a breakfast place where people would eat away their drunkenness. Lo and behold, there was Mike. I had to piss and he was already in there. When I came out - he was waiting in the anteroom and just grabbed me and stuck his tongue down my throat. We made out while guys passed us to get in and out of the bathroom. In my drunken haze I told him my address and told him to meet me there in an hour. We went back to our respective groups (little did I know that one of my tablemates had seen me sucking face!).
I never actually expected him to show - but he was there WAITING for me. I also had no idea if he even remembered who I was (or that he'd had me before). And I never asked. We actually made out on the sidewalk before heading up to my apt. Once there we were all over each other. He had a great beefy body. Not fat. Not defined....but hot to me. Same hairline. Same great tasting ass. He wanted me to fuck it - but I was too drunk. But he wasn't. He got me on my stomach and slid it to me. It was fun - but the alcohol was too much. We barely finished and just passed out. Again next morning - never to be seen again for quite awhile. Well, I'd see him out w/a muscle hussey boyfriend, but if he noticed me (or remembered me) he never acknowledged it.
Flash forward MANY more years. I had moved out of town and had come back for a conference. The hotel was across the street from a leather bar, so I hit it. The place was pretty dead, but there he was. I was leaning against the wall w/my beer. He stood right next to me. He nodded. I nodded (again - did he know/remember me?). He turned and told me he thought I was hot (i don't think he remembered me). I said the same - and that I always thought that. He smirked. I told him I had a hotel room a block away. He said he'd meet me there. At that point he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. The zipper was down and he had me feel inside. I already knew what was there.
15 minutes later he knocked on my door. Without a doubt it was the hottest time of them all. We made out. I sucked. I ate his ass for a LONG time. He fucked me in every imaginable position. He had acquired a filthy fuckin mouth on him - which I loved. I would have loved for him to stay all night - but he didn't.
He did promise to call the next evening and maybe bring a friend. Unfortunately he called earlier than I anticipated and I was still at the conference. He never called back.
But knowing our history - he's still in that town. And somewhere down the road, I WILL run into him again.
I met him while I was in college. On the 6th floor of the library yet (one of THE cruisiest spots on campus - I kid you not). He kept walking by my desk, but I couldnt' believe he'd be interested in me. He seemed like a grad student to my junior year. Receding hairline, but horribly horribly masculine. He got me to follow him down to the 5th floor which had NO desks - and just stacks. There he had me get on my knees and look at his cock. He wouldn't let me suck it really until I jacked off first. Not quite sure why - but maybe he wanted to see if a guy was still interested in his dick/load after they ejaculated. I was. I popped my nut on the floor and he fed me.
Oddly enough, we went out for a beer afterward. Almost unheard of in anonymous library sex. But then went back to my crappy efficiency where I proceeded to eat his ass for an hour until he popped a 2nd nut. At that point he took off. Never to see him for a few years.
Flash forward to where I was gonig out to gay bars more regularly. After hours, there was a breakfast place where people would eat away their drunkenness. Lo and behold, there was Mike. I had to piss and he was already in there. When I came out - he was waiting in the anteroom and just grabbed me and stuck his tongue down my throat. We made out while guys passed us to get in and out of the bathroom. In my drunken haze I told him my address and told him to meet me there in an hour. We went back to our respective groups (little did I know that one of my tablemates had seen me sucking face!).
I never actually expected him to show - but he was there WAITING for me. I also had no idea if he even remembered who I was (or that he'd had me before). And I never asked. We actually made out on the sidewalk before heading up to my apt. Once there we were all over each other. He had a great beefy body. Not fat. Not defined....but hot to me. Same hairline. Same great tasting ass. He wanted me to fuck it - but I was too drunk. But he wasn't. He got me on my stomach and slid it to me. It was fun - but the alcohol was too much. We barely finished and just passed out. Again next morning - never to be seen again for quite awhile. Well, I'd see him out w/a muscle hussey boyfriend, but if he noticed me (or remembered me) he never acknowledged it.
Flash forward MANY more years. I had moved out of town and had come back for a conference. The hotel was across the street from a leather bar, so I hit it. The place was pretty dead, but there he was. I was leaning against the wall w/my beer. He stood right next to me. He nodded. I nodded (again - did he know/remember me?). He turned and told me he thought I was hot (i don't think he remembered me). I said the same - and that I always thought that. He smirked. I told him I had a hotel room a block away. He said he'd meet me there. At that point he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. The zipper was down and he had me feel inside. I already knew what was there.
15 minutes later he knocked on my door. Without a doubt it was the hottest time of them all. We made out. I sucked. I ate his ass for a LONG time. He fucked me in every imaginable position. He had acquired a filthy fuckin mouth on him - which I loved. I would have loved for him to stay all night - but he didn't.
He did promise to call the next evening and maybe bring a friend. Unfortunately he called earlier than I anticipated and I was still at the conference. He never called back.
But knowing our history - he's still in that town. And somewhere down the road, I WILL run into him again.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Bad Attitude II
a continuation from July 26, 2005 post
A few months after my first encounter w/the pock-marked, masculine, big-dicked man I had a second run-in at another bookstore. Whether he remembered me or not, I have no clue. But the drill was somewhat the same. On my knees to suck - then bent over to be fucked.
But this time he didn't unload in my ass. He fucked me long and hard - and his 10" just split me open...and had gone deeper than any guy had at that point. But he pulled out of me and pushed me back to my knees.
"Open Up!" he commanded. I thought he was gonna jack off into my mouth - but I was wrong. He started to insert the dick that had just been up my ass back into my mouth. I started to pull away, as I had never taken a dick that had immediately just been taken out of a butt - let alone my own. Turns out, pulling away and saying 'no' wasn't really an option.
His grip was strong and unrelenting. "Take it, bitch!" and he shoved in. I was overwhelmed w/smell and taste of his huge prick. He pushed in further making me take more and more. I could taste his musk...his funk...MY ass along w/the smell of the inside of my hole.
He maintained the hold on my head and started pumping for all he was worth. I don't know if he was looking at me...the screen...or his eyes closed in lust. I could see his bush getting closer than retreating somewhat. In what seemed like forever, but probably only a few minutes, he blew his nut. A big load that I managed to keep in my mouth, but hadn't swallowed.
The guy didn't wait for me to nurse his cock - or to take all his seed. As he withdrew the cum I was holding in my mouth, trailed out w/his shaft. With his cock in hand he wiped it on my face and then onto my white t-shirt.
I must have done something right since he took my number and then just left. I was a fucking mess. Spit and cum on my face and shirt. Cum and my ass on my tastebuds. Of course I passed a number of guys on the way to the crappy restroom where I tried to clean up - but to no avail.
As piggish as I seemed - all I could hope for is that he'd call.
to be continued.....
A few months after my first encounter w/the pock-marked, masculine, big-dicked man I had a second run-in at another bookstore. Whether he remembered me or not, I have no clue. But the drill was somewhat the same. On my knees to suck - then bent over to be fucked.
But this time he didn't unload in my ass. He fucked me long and hard - and his 10" just split me open...and had gone deeper than any guy had at that point. But he pulled out of me and pushed me back to my knees.
"Open Up!" he commanded. I thought he was gonna jack off into my mouth - but I was wrong. He started to insert the dick that had just been up my ass back into my mouth. I started to pull away, as I had never taken a dick that had immediately just been taken out of a butt - let alone my own. Turns out, pulling away and saying 'no' wasn't really an option.
His grip was strong and unrelenting. "Take it, bitch!" and he shoved in. I was overwhelmed w/smell and taste of his huge prick. He pushed in further making me take more and more. I could taste his musk...his funk...MY ass along w/the smell of the inside of my hole.
He maintained the hold on my head and started pumping for all he was worth. I don't know if he was looking at me...the screen...or his eyes closed in lust. I could see his bush getting closer than retreating somewhat. In what seemed like forever, but probably only a few minutes, he blew his nut. A big load that I managed to keep in my mouth, but hadn't swallowed.
The guy didn't wait for me to nurse his cock - or to take all his seed. As he withdrew the cum I was holding in my mouth, trailed out w/his shaft. With his cock in hand he wiped it on my face and then onto my white t-shirt.
I must have done something right since he took my number and then just left. I was a fucking mess. Spit and cum on my face and shirt. Cum and my ass on my tastebuds. Of course I passed a number of guys on the way to the crappy restroom where I tried to clean up - but to no avail.
As piggish as I seemed - all I could hope for is that he'd call.
to be continued.....
Monday, August 29, 2005
Empty Apartment
So this last Sunday (yesterday) a guy leave me a message from Men4sexnow. He'd been contacting me earlier - but to be honest, his pictures were subpar and I wasn't all that interested. It's not that he was unattractive - but who'd know? They showed nothing - just badly taken pics.
But for some reason (ummm.....I was horny?) I answered him and we exchanged some emails. All tame and I have no indication of some of my likes. And as it turns out - since I have moved - he lives all of two blocks from me. He told me the address and to knock and come in - the 1/2 house would be empty - except for him. I'm always wary about these situations - but did it anyway...and there he was. The pics on the site never showed his face - but he was attractive enough. Manly at least.
The apartment was cleaned out..nothing there. I'll assume he was the landlord, but I don't know that for sure. We dropped our shorts and both of us were wearing jocks....but his was teeny. I was really disheartened since his ad said 'bigger than average' (but don't they all say that). But after pulling his dick out - it looked ok. Thin, but long and it wasn't hard yet. Not quite sure how that pouch showed no package at all.
I got on my knees and started sucking. His dick started growing. And growing. He was bigger than average. And that thin dick plumped up to a nice fat one. I'd say 7.5-8" and fat and cut (though he was jewish!)
Picture were taken (I love doing that) and then I got down to work on really sucking his cock. He got into fucking my face too. Eventually, I was pinned between his thighs and the wall and got a nice deep dicking. Out of nowhere he just smacked me upside the head. For those who might know me - this isn't a bad thing. But I pulled off and looked up at him. Some guys might have thought I was going to say something bad - but I think my face said it all b/c he just hauled off and slapped me hard across the face - a few times and told me to get back on his dick. With that, he pulled my head down hard onto his prick.
At some point he pulled out to have me lick his nuts (which were practially non-existent) and then his ass. That sent him almost over the edge. I could tell he was close. I told him to cum wherever he wanted, but afterward he had to take pic of it (whether in my mouth or on my face). He had me eat his ass again and it did finish him off. He spun around and unloaded volumes in my goatee and on my cheek.
He took lots of pictures - though they were somewhat blurry (a few turned out). Then he smeared his cock in his jizz and fed it to me that way. It didn't get it all - but that's ok. He told me to wear it proudly. One more slap on the face (hard!) and told me to get the fuck out.
I'm glad i judged him wrong. I'm glad I gave him a chance. Hopefully he'll give me another one.
But for some reason (ummm.....I was horny?) I answered him and we exchanged some emails. All tame and I have no indication of some of my likes. And as it turns out - since I have moved - he lives all of two blocks from me. He told me the address and to knock and come in - the 1/2 house would be empty - except for him. I'm always wary about these situations - but did it anyway...and there he was. The pics on the site never showed his face - but he was attractive enough. Manly at least.
The apartment was cleaned out..nothing there. I'll assume he was the landlord, but I don't know that for sure. We dropped our shorts and both of us were wearing jocks....but his was teeny. I was really disheartened since his ad said 'bigger than average' (but don't they all say that). But after pulling his dick out - it looked ok. Thin, but long and it wasn't hard yet. Not quite sure how that pouch showed no package at all.
I got on my knees and started sucking. His dick started growing. And growing. He was bigger than average. And that thin dick plumped up to a nice fat one. I'd say 7.5-8" and fat and cut (though he was jewish!)
Picture were taken (I love doing that) and then I got down to work on really sucking his cock. He got into fucking my face too. Eventually, I was pinned between his thighs and the wall and got a nice deep dicking. Out of nowhere he just smacked me upside the head. For those who might know me - this isn't a bad thing. But I pulled off and looked up at him. Some guys might have thought I was going to say something bad - but I think my face said it all b/c he just hauled off and slapped me hard across the face - a few times and told me to get back on his dick. With that, he pulled my head down hard onto his prick.
At some point he pulled out to have me lick his nuts (which were practially non-existent) and then his ass. That sent him almost over the edge. I could tell he was close. I told him to cum wherever he wanted, but afterward he had to take pic of it (whether in my mouth or on my face). He had me eat his ass again and it did finish him off. He spun around and unloaded volumes in my goatee and on my cheek.
He took lots of pictures - though they were somewhat blurry (a few turned out). Then he smeared his cock in his jizz and fed it to me that way. It didn't get it all - but that's ok. He told me to wear it proudly. One more slap on the face (hard!) and told me to get the fuck out.
I'm glad i judged him wrong. I'm glad I gave him a chance. Hopefully he'll give me another one.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Ben
As referenced in 'Modes for a Sex Addict', a real-time sex encounter here in town is a guy named Ben. I accidently stumbled upon his picture on a website and took the bull by the horns and emailed him saying he looked hot. Actually, unless I was way off - the look hit deep w/me. It wasn't hot - but a well mannered pig pic......hopefully.
I was right - but it took awhile to be sure of that. A few emails and a phone call later, finally brought it out. As down and dirty as his mind was - Ben is overall a quiet guy. Still waters and all that shit. But in due time I think we established where both our heads were at. Right in the gutter.
Like myself, Ben experienced man on man action early on in life - though his was earlier than mine and w/family. Again - socially, it's a wrong wrong thing, but it makes me harder than steel to hear these kinds of stories. Luckily, Ben didn't appear to be traumatized by it and parlayed it into his own sexual being. Lucky for me.
We finally got together at his place on what had to be the hottest day of the year. No a/c - but none needed. We wanted the sweat. The stench. The slippery good time. He with no shirt, pierced nipples. Shaved head. His hot beard...pierced in the chin. Inked. Damp. Jocked. A 3-4 week wearing of the same strap. Doing outdoor labor work in 80-90 degree heat. And it was all gonna be for me.
I walked in and he pushed me against the wall and drove his tongue down my throat. I'm not even sure if we said 'hi'. This was a better introduction anyway. We went upstairs and barely ever left his little kitchen area.
I got on my knees and gnawed at his black nylon gym shorts for awhile. Eventually, I pulled them down w/my teeth and there stood the prize. His filthy jockstrap. I made oral contact with it immediately. The senses were all there. Sound (his). Smell (his). Taste (his). Touch (mine). Sights (both or ours).
Ben's crotch and strap smelled and tasted great. I loved being buried in there - and he didn't mind holding me there to make sure I got in deep. It was a good combination. We worked well together. Of course, there was cocksucking. It's rare for me that any sexual encounter doesn't involve me eating dick. And his precum. Lots of precum. At some point I ate his nuts and below those. I got on my back and he sat on my face. Ben had a PERFECT tasting ass. I could have eaten it all night.....but we limited it about 20 minutes.
For guys like us, there aren't a lot of 'firsts' left in the sex world....but I got one on him. I got an ice cube from his freezer and popped it in my mouth. I took off the hard edges by sucking on it, but then was back on my back on the floor, Ben's ass in my face. I took that ice cube and slid it from my mouth to his ass - w/just my tongue. Took a bit - but it slipped up there. Then I used my tongue to push it deep. I'm sure the combo of cold cube and hot tongue was a great experience (um........I've heard!). But then I started sucking the melting water out of his butt...right down my fuckin throat.
At some point he put on this tight black leather gloves and started fingering my ass. He still on me while I sucked him or ate his ass. Him leaning between my legs slding a few gloved fingers up my bum. Then he gladly transfered those to my mouth to clean off...wet up for another journey up the tunnel of love.
Turns out Ben is one hell of a cocksucker himself. He went right down on my meat and it felt good - and I rarely let myself get sucked. Hopefully he wasn't offended, but I had trouble staying erect. It wasn't Ben. Maybe the heat. Maybe the anticipation of the event.....but it wasn't coming from the man or the time we were having. I was thorougly into it.
As happy as I was to stay on the kitchen floor Ben pulled me to the bedroom. His gloved hand around my cock while we made out and told each other dirty things about or first times were great. Alternating blowing each other was good too. I knew Ben had some equipment in his possession and plied him to see his police baton. He knew just what to do w/it too when he came back into the room. He had opened me up fairly well w/this fingers - so the end slid into me easily enough. Some poppers and just the exileration got another 6-7" up my cunt. And he fucked me with it too, albeit not hard. it was a fairly thick baton.
Before he came back onto the bed, Ben took the baton out my ass and stuck it in his mouth. The only thing hotter was if he put it in mine. But I loved it! After that he came back to bed where he continued to jack me off w/his leather gloved hand. Again, my erectness has nothing to do w/my excitement level, which Ben was about to find out. I've been blessed (?) w/the ability to cum w/out getting hard. I've only known this to be a turn on to one guy - but I can do it. Soon, I was shooting all over Ben's gloves, my legs and belly.
Ben took that hand and rubbed my own sperm on my goatee and had me stick my tongue out and lick it. I've never been a big self-spooge eater. But it wasn't bad, if I say so myself. Soon after Ben jacked himself off too. A beautiful site.
I am better when they cum first - but who am I to dictate that? I'd have been happy wherever Ben put his load. Face. Mouth. Ass. Or teased me and not let me anywhere near it.
I'm looking forward to our next time. Our schedules have not meshed...but soon. And to the uniform store too. I'm buying us both new gloves. Ones that fit for me. Ones for him that he only wears when he's w/me. Or so he says. Here's hoping he lies.....but thinks of me when using them on another guy!
I was right - but it took awhile to be sure of that. A few emails and a phone call later, finally brought it out. As down and dirty as his mind was - Ben is overall a quiet guy. Still waters and all that shit. But in due time I think we established where both our heads were at. Right in the gutter.
Like myself, Ben experienced man on man action early on in life - though his was earlier than mine and w/family. Again - socially, it's a wrong wrong thing, but it makes me harder than steel to hear these kinds of stories. Luckily, Ben didn't appear to be traumatized by it and parlayed it into his own sexual being. Lucky for me.
We finally got together at his place on what had to be the hottest day of the year. No a/c - but none needed. We wanted the sweat. The stench. The slippery good time. He with no shirt, pierced nipples. Shaved head. His hot beard...pierced in the chin. Inked. Damp. Jocked. A 3-4 week wearing of the same strap. Doing outdoor labor work in 80-90 degree heat. And it was all gonna be for me.
I walked in and he pushed me against the wall and drove his tongue down my throat. I'm not even sure if we said 'hi'. This was a better introduction anyway. We went upstairs and barely ever left his little kitchen area.
I got on my knees and gnawed at his black nylon gym shorts for awhile. Eventually, I pulled them down w/my teeth and there stood the prize. His filthy jockstrap. I made oral contact with it immediately. The senses were all there. Sound (his). Smell (his). Taste (his). Touch (mine). Sights (both or ours).
Ben's crotch and strap smelled and tasted great. I loved being buried in there - and he didn't mind holding me there to make sure I got in deep. It was a good combination. We worked well together. Of course, there was cocksucking. It's rare for me that any sexual encounter doesn't involve me eating dick. And his precum. Lots of precum. At some point I ate his nuts and below those. I got on my back and he sat on my face. Ben had a PERFECT tasting ass. I could have eaten it all night.....but we limited it about 20 minutes.
For guys like us, there aren't a lot of 'firsts' left in the sex world....but I got one on him. I got an ice cube from his freezer and popped it in my mouth. I took off the hard edges by sucking on it, but then was back on my back on the floor, Ben's ass in my face. I took that ice cube and slid it from my mouth to his ass - w/just my tongue. Took a bit - but it slipped up there. Then I used my tongue to push it deep. I'm sure the combo of cold cube and hot tongue was a great experience (um........I've heard!). But then I started sucking the melting water out of his butt...right down my fuckin throat.
At some point he put on this tight black leather gloves and started fingering my ass. He still on me while I sucked him or ate his ass. Him leaning between my legs slding a few gloved fingers up my bum. Then he gladly transfered those to my mouth to clean off...wet up for another journey up the tunnel of love.
Turns out Ben is one hell of a cocksucker himself. He went right down on my meat and it felt good - and I rarely let myself get sucked. Hopefully he wasn't offended, but I had trouble staying erect. It wasn't Ben. Maybe the heat. Maybe the anticipation of the event.....but it wasn't coming from the man or the time we were having. I was thorougly into it.
As happy as I was to stay on the kitchen floor Ben pulled me to the bedroom. His gloved hand around my cock while we made out and told each other dirty things about or first times were great. Alternating blowing each other was good too. I knew Ben had some equipment in his possession and plied him to see his police baton. He knew just what to do w/it too when he came back into the room. He had opened me up fairly well w/this fingers - so the end slid into me easily enough. Some poppers and just the exileration got another 6-7" up my cunt. And he fucked me with it too, albeit not hard. it was a fairly thick baton.
Before he came back onto the bed, Ben took the baton out my ass and stuck it in his mouth. The only thing hotter was if he put it in mine. But I loved it! After that he came back to bed where he continued to jack me off w/his leather gloved hand. Again, my erectness has nothing to do w/my excitement level, which Ben was about to find out. I've been blessed (?) w/the ability to cum w/out getting hard. I've only known this to be a turn on to one guy - but I can do it. Soon, I was shooting all over Ben's gloves, my legs and belly.
Ben took that hand and rubbed my own sperm on my goatee and had me stick my tongue out and lick it. I've never been a big self-spooge eater. But it wasn't bad, if I say so myself. Soon after Ben jacked himself off too. A beautiful site.
I am better when they cum first - but who am I to dictate that? I'd have been happy wherever Ben put his load. Face. Mouth. Ass. Or teased me and not let me anywhere near it.
I'm looking forward to our next time. Our schedules have not meshed...but soon. And to the uniform store too. I'm buying us both new gloves. Ones that fit for me. Ones for him that he only wears when he's w/me. Or so he says. Here's hoping he lies.....but thinks of me when using them on another guy!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
JC Pennys
I can tell you the exact moment I last stepped foot in a JC Penny store. I was 17. It was on a rainy day in Sarasota (down at the Gulf Gate Mall - about 600 ft from where Pee Wee was arrested for masturbating!).
It was spring break and we were in FL. But it was rainy and we went to the mall to kill time. Luckily my sisters were there also - enough to distract my mother.
As we were looking around, I noticed a man who was in the vicinity looking at me. Even at that age, my cruising skills were becoming finely honed. I knew the look. His predatory skills. His advance to the men's bathroom with the occasional look behind to make sure I noticed. And I did.
I excused myself from my family and said I'd catch up with them - and had to use the restroom. Everyone but me, was oblivious to the man who'd been watching me from a close distance behind racks of shirts and shorts.
I found the bathroom and entered. It had a good set-up. Two doors - so anyone in the bathroom would hear if someone was coming and would have the ability to compose themselves if needed. Two urinals across from two stalls.
When I got there, he was at a urinal. Maybe 40 or so. Medium build, blonde hair. And looking down as I took the other urinal, a fairly nice dick. About 7" or so - hard and stroking. He was primed. Obviously.
I took mine out and being 17 - was already erect. He stepped back from the urinal - both to show and offer his cock to me. Without words, I gladly accepted. As I was bending over to surround his prick with my lips, I noticed someone was in a stall. I immediately backed off the dick but felt a hand at the back of my head. "He's ok" my feeder said. Then I noticed a figure furiously stroking in that stall. I couldn't make him out - just the shadow and motion.
Time was limited so I went to work on the guy's rod pronto. He moaned as did the guy in the stall. I was up for putting on a show - and have always figured, if you're having public sex you have to expect to be watched. It's not a private thing.
The guy took control and pumped my face - maybe only 20 times before he unloaded. I didn't miss a drop. I swallowed and straightend myself up. In another minute I was back in the store looking for my family.
No one missed me - though I wasn't gone that long. No one was the wiser. And two people (possibly three) were happier on a gloomy rainy Florida day.
It was spring break and we were in FL. But it was rainy and we went to the mall to kill time. Luckily my sisters were there also - enough to distract my mother.
As we were looking around, I noticed a man who was in the vicinity looking at me. Even at that age, my cruising skills were becoming finely honed. I knew the look. His predatory skills. His advance to the men's bathroom with the occasional look behind to make sure I noticed. And I did.
I excused myself from my family and said I'd catch up with them - and had to use the restroom. Everyone but me, was oblivious to the man who'd been watching me from a close distance behind racks of shirts and shorts.
I found the bathroom and entered. It had a good set-up. Two doors - so anyone in the bathroom would hear if someone was coming and would have the ability to compose themselves if needed. Two urinals across from two stalls.
When I got there, he was at a urinal. Maybe 40 or so. Medium build, blonde hair. And looking down as I took the other urinal, a fairly nice dick. About 7" or so - hard and stroking. He was primed. Obviously.
I took mine out and being 17 - was already erect. He stepped back from the urinal - both to show and offer his cock to me. Without words, I gladly accepted. As I was bending over to surround his prick with my lips, I noticed someone was in a stall. I immediately backed off the dick but felt a hand at the back of my head. "He's ok" my feeder said. Then I noticed a figure furiously stroking in that stall. I couldn't make him out - just the shadow and motion.
Time was limited so I went to work on the guy's rod pronto. He moaned as did the guy in the stall. I was up for putting on a show - and have always figured, if you're having public sex you have to expect to be watched. It's not a private thing.
The guy took control and pumped my face - maybe only 20 times before he unloaded. I didn't miss a drop. I swallowed and straightend myself up. In another minute I was back in the store looking for my family.
No one missed me - though I wasn't gone that long. No one was the wiser. And two people (possibly three) were happier on a gloomy rainy Florida day.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Triple Play
I didn't think it would happen - I never thought there'd be a 100% show rate.
Yesterday, I had three men contact me via email who needed my assistance. Two I had done before - both orally. The third one was a newbie...at least for me.
The third man to which I reference was actually the first vicitm. We talked. I gave him directions to the house. He was shorter than I like (My friends have always pointed out that I have a height requirement - but that's really only for 'dating'). His dick wasn't very large - 5-6". But he hadn't cum in a week and that was my prize. He was verbal...he knew when to use his hips and when to let me do the work. And then there was the sperm. A few big bursts and then a nice warm mouthful.
I had to hustle him out b/c I knew #2 was coming over. He being a bartender @ a leather bar. I had sucked him off once too - complete w/his PA. But tonite it was going somewhere other than my mouth. This guy was on his lunch break from some other job...and we had a half an hour. There was no romance (HA!), almost no foreplay. It was down and dirty. It was a need both of us had. He was aggressive - though not too rough. I think in other circumstances we could bump that up a notch. Though hardly a chore - it was executed w/timing and determination. Longer than a quickie - shorter than a fuck either of us would have wanted. He buried deep when he unloaded. It's what he needed and wanted...and probably a good lunch break activity.
The last guy was hours later. I might have to cut this guy loose. All the right attributes - looks, attitude, dick. But we cannot get it together schedule-wise. Don't try to schedule things via email if you're not going to read or respond in a timely manner. Electronic hook-ups are, if not spur of the moment and immediate, at least for near near future. He's been trying to schedule this second time for 5 mos!!!!!! The first time took me to a new low (he didn't want his neighbor to see me in his car and made me lie down on his back seat covered in a blanket! Is there NOTHING I won't do for cum?).
Anyway he never showed until after 10p. At this point somewhat anticlimatic for me (no pun intended). It was routine and nothing special about it. Good tasting load though.
A busy night - if not the best one. Personally, I'm looking forward to the park this weekend.
Yesterday, I had three men contact me via email who needed my assistance. Two I had done before - both orally. The third one was a newbie...at least for me.
The third man to which I reference was actually the first vicitm. We talked. I gave him directions to the house. He was shorter than I like (My friends have always pointed out that I have a height requirement - but that's really only for 'dating'). His dick wasn't very large - 5-6". But he hadn't cum in a week and that was my prize. He was verbal...he knew when to use his hips and when to let me do the work. And then there was the sperm. A few big bursts and then a nice warm mouthful.
I had to hustle him out b/c I knew #2 was coming over. He being a bartender @ a leather bar. I had sucked him off once too - complete w/his PA. But tonite it was going somewhere other than my mouth. This guy was on his lunch break from some other job...and we had a half an hour. There was no romance (HA!), almost no foreplay. It was down and dirty. It was a need both of us had. He was aggressive - though not too rough. I think in other circumstances we could bump that up a notch. Though hardly a chore - it was executed w/timing and determination. Longer than a quickie - shorter than a fuck either of us would have wanted. He buried deep when he unloaded. It's what he needed and wanted...and probably a good lunch break activity.
The last guy was hours later. I might have to cut this guy loose. All the right attributes - looks, attitude, dick. But we cannot get it together schedule-wise. Don't try to schedule things via email if you're not going to read or respond in a timely manner. Electronic hook-ups are, if not spur of the moment and immediate, at least for near near future. He's been trying to schedule this second time for 5 mos!!!!!! The first time took me to a new low (he didn't want his neighbor to see me in his car and made me lie down on his back seat covered in a blanket! Is there NOTHING I won't do for cum?).
Anyway he never showed until after 10p. At this point somewhat anticlimatic for me (no pun intended). It was routine and nothing special about it. Good tasting load though.
A busy night - if not the best one. Personally, I'm looking forward to the park this weekend.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Out of Towner Fuck
I've been playing email tag with this guy from Toronto for about 3 mos. Great emails. Great cock pics. A man who knows what he wants. I appreciate that. Attitude to me beats out looks on almost all counts. Almost.
So last night we finally hooked up at his extended stay hotel. He would meet me outside since you just can't walk in those things. I drove up and there he was. Looked older than the age he had given (I had only seen cock pics - no face). Turns out he looked borderline albino. Probably my age - but looked 15 yrs older. And this is not a nice thing - but after I left it hit me who he looked like - a cross between Gary Busey and The Bumble from 'Rudloph'. Got the picture?
His cock was about 7 and thin. Nice head on it. But there was about a minute of cocksucking before we got down to the business he wanted. Though it was his preference it benefited me - I was to be on my knees on the edge of the bed. Him behind me. Nothing too much against him - but I didn't have to look at his face this way. (I do like an attractive or manly face.)
I will say this - he knew how to verbally use his mouth....and he knew how to fuck. He seemed to like what I did w/my ass to make him feel good. I gotta say - I got that down. For all his boasting of going forever - it didn't take all that long. The drive there was longer.
But I got mine. He got something out of it too. Supposedly he will pass my email along to buds of his he knows from here and who work out of here. Here's hoping.
So last night we finally hooked up at his extended stay hotel. He would meet me outside since you just can't walk in those things. I drove up and there he was. Looked older than the age he had given (I had only seen cock pics - no face). Turns out he looked borderline albino. Probably my age - but looked 15 yrs older. And this is not a nice thing - but after I left it hit me who he looked like - a cross between Gary Busey and The Bumble from 'Rudloph'. Got the picture?
His cock was about 7 and thin. Nice head on it. But there was about a minute of cocksucking before we got down to the business he wanted. Though it was his preference it benefited me - I was to be on my knees on the edge of the bed. Him behind me. Nothing too much against him - but I didn't have to look at his face this way. (I do like an attractive or manly face.)
I will say this - he knew how to verbally use his mouth....and he knew how to fuck. He seemed to like what I did w/my ass to make him feel good. I gotta say - I got that down. For all his boasting of going forever - it didn't take all that long. The drive there was longer.
But I got mine. He got something out of it too. Supposedly he will pass my email along to buds of his he knows from here and who work out of here. Here's hoping.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Quite A Day
Another decent cocksucking day today.
On-line I had found a guy who looked like he had a decent dick. And he did. Pushing 7.5 fat inches. But at what cost? I let the fucker eat my ass just to shut up his nelly voice. I wanted him to be vocal - but the grating voice drove me to distraction. I couldn't get him off or me out of there quick enough. For more than a moment, I considered pulling up my jock and just walking out. But I stayed for the greater good.
I hit a west-side park w/not even a prospect so headed to a far east-side park where I usually have been having most of my luck lately. I was not to be disappointed.
A guy (kid?) follwed me back into the wood....deep into the wood. Whatever he was grabbing in his shorts looked fairly substantial. I was not to be disappointed. He was young. Maybe between 21-25, short blonde hair, blue-eyed, perfect skin (his arayn looks contrasted w/my semetic ones and the fact that I had an Israeli Military Army tshirt on was a great contrast. He wore a wedding band - perhaps it was just jewelry. His dick was beautiful. Actually perfect. 8". Fairly thick. Good heft. Straight as an arrow. But he had been working it and it didn't take him long (again, doing it on a park sometime necessitates a quickie). When we were done I told him he had a perfect dick - but that I was sure he already knew that. He said he didn't. I told him to ALWAYS remember that he did. He also mentioned he thought his high school principal was in the woods cruising too (how old WAS this kid?).
I came upon what he described to be his principal. Nice dick. Decent body. But had an older Ceaser Romero type already down on his knees servicing him. I approached - w/my cock out - so they knew I wasn't a threat. I watched. I jacked. I ended up sucking off some big 7" u/c dick who was watching me watch them. All four of us togehter in a few square feet.
The two watching wanted to see the load, I'm guessing the shooting of, but I had already captured it, but gladly showed it for all. They all thought it was hot. My feeder ended up leaving right after. I tried to eat the 'principal' dick - but he'd have none of it. Even when I tried to swoop down to catch the load he shot into the dirt. I was thwarted from getting his seed. As for Mr. Faux Romero, I could barely stand the alcohol seeping from him pores - it never crossed my mind to try to take his load.
I did, however, show off to them my prowess at my ability to shoot great volumes and distances. It seems they were into it all for the show of the cumming.
Fucking Amateurs!
On-line I had found a guy who looked like he had a decent dick. And he did. Pushing 7.5 fat inches. But at what cost? I let the fucker eat my ass just to shut up his nelly voice. I wanted him to be vocal - but the grating voice drove me to distraction. I couldn't get him off or me out of there quick enough. For more than a moment, I considered pulling up my jock and just walking out. But I stayed for the greater good.
I hit a west-side park w/not even a prospect so headed to a far east-side park where I usually have been having most of my luck lately. I was not to be disappointed.
A guy (kid?) follwed me back into the wood....deep into the wood. Whatever he was grabbing in his shorts looked fairly substantial. I was not to be disappointed. He was young. Maybe between 21-25, short blonde hair, blue-eyed, perfect skin (his arayn looks contrasted w/my semetic ones and the fact that I had an Israeli Military Army tshirt on was a great contrast. He wore a wedding band - perhaps it was just jewelry. His dick was beautiful. Actually perfect. 8". Fairly thick. Good heft. Straight as an arrow. But he had been working it and it didn't take him long (again, doing it on a park sometime necessitates a quickie). When we were done I told him he had a perfect dick - but that I was sure he already knew that. He said he didn't. I told him to ALWAYS remember that he did. He also mentioned he thought his high school principal was in the woods cruising too (how old WAS this kid?).
I came upon what he described to be his principal. Nice dick. Decent body. But had an older Ceaser Romero type already down on his knees servicing him. I approached - w/my cock out - so they knew I wasn't a threat. I watched. I jacked. I ended up sucking off some big 7" u/c dick who was watching me watch them. All four of us togehter in a few square feet.
The two watching wanted to see the load, I'm guessing the shooting of, but I had already captured it, but gladly showed it for all. They all thought it was hot. My feeder ended up leaving right after. I tried to eat the 'principal' dick - but he'd have none of it. Even when I tried to swoop down to catch the load he shot into the dirt. I was thwarted from getting his seed. As for Mr. Faux Romero, I could barely stand the alcohol seeping from him pores - it never crossed my mind to try to take his load.
I did, however, show off to them my prowess at my ability to shoot great volumes and distances. It seems they were into it all for the show of the cumming.
Fucking Amateurs!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Cheating
In what I'm sure this will be an on-going topic as this blog progresses.
They say that humans - especially men - are not predispositioned to mate w/one person for life. I only assume this is magnified for gay males. So take that and multiply it by 100 for me. I love and have loved deeply and never once been faithful. Not that, for the most part, they were ever aware of my infidelities. And the reality is/was, I had sex with other men dozens of more times with other men than w/the partner I was with at the time of my cheating.
Deep down it wasn't meant to be a mean thing. Some psychologist might tell me differently. It was a need of mine to have sex. Not a want. A NEED. In my mind I could separate the act from the relationship. Some of the men I dated (Ok, ALL of them) could not - not that most of them ever found out. Some of the men I slept (well...not actually 'sleep') with could not either. I always saw it as their issue.
A good case-in-point would be eons ago this guy I was seeing. Taller than me (I'm 6'2" - and love bigger guys, but harder to find). Bigger than me - but certainly not fat. What I never figured out is if he realized I once fellated him in a college bathroom basement (yes, I cheated with him while I was with someone else!). If he did - we never had the discussion. Anyway we began seeing each other after an encounter at a gay bar.
He (Dan) was nice. He was fun. We had been seeing each other for a few months but it turned out he was just a fucking liar. Ironic I know. But oddly enough at this point I had *not* cheated on him. He'd just tell lies about things my friends said (or actually didn't), lie about saying he called me to see what i was doing - but didn't since I had been at home. Shit like that. Just enough to be annoying. Just enough for me to justify going down on other men.
So one night after the bars - where I was out w/my friends and no Dan, I decided to hit the adult bookstore. I loved going there late at night, drunk or high. I'd take care of any number of guys who wanted nothing more from me than getting their nut. Works for me.
So after scoping out the place and meeting a guy, we head into a booth w/the ceremonial dropping of the quarters and me to my knees. I was doing a really really good job on Mr. X and his cock. He was moaning louder than we had the sound on. I was slurping loudly too - but probably not audible between the porn music, his moans and the hallway noise.
Just as we are way into it there is POUNDING at my door. Of course, at first I thought it was the clerk - but there was no way he'd know there was more than one person in a booth and we were pumping quarters into the movie box.
Well it wasn't the clerk..and that was evident as soon as Dan started *shouting* through the door. At me. The entire "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, (my name here)" crap. The fucker had been following me!!!!! Had to have been from my home, to the bar (not sure how I ever missed him unless he just scoped out my car in the parking lot and waited).
Now the guy I was sucking didn't know who I was - and I denied knowing what the fuck was going on, but wasn't about to go out there. I went back to sucking and the guy went back to feeding me. I found his ability to keep performing simply amazing. He had the same type of will as a feeder that I had being his cocksucker. The pounding stopped and the regular after-bar at the bookstore cruising noise resumed.
You KNOW I got the guy off. I mean it's practically my sole purpose in life and then he left. But as the door was cracked, Dan was there. Waiting. And we did have it out in the bookstore and as he followed me out. And we didn't even break-up because of this incident.
I did end it a week later - and the entire time thinking: The only thing more pathetic than a guy who cheats on his boyfriend is a boyfriend who allows it and still won't dump the scum.
What a loser!
They say that humans - especially men - are not predispositioned to mate w/one person for life. I only assume this is magnified for gay males. So take that and multiply it by 100 for me. I love and have loved deeply and never once been faithful. Not that, for the most part, they were ever aware of my infidelities. And the reality is/was, I had sex with other men dozens of more times with other men than w/the partner I was with at the time of my cheating.
Deep down it wasn't meant to be a mean thing. Some psychologist might tell me differently. It was a need of mine to have sex. Not a want. A NEED. In my mind I could separate the act from the relationship. Some of the men I dated (Ok, ALL of them) could not - not that most of them ever found out. Some of the men I slept (well...not actually 'sleep') with could not either. I always saw it as their issue.
A good case-in-point would be eons ago this guy I was seeing. Taller than me (I'm 6'2" - and love bigger guys, but harder to find). Bigger than me - but certainly not fat. What I never figured out is if he realized I once fellated him in a college bathroom basement (yes, I cheated with him while I was with someone else!). If he did - we never had the discussion. Anyway we began seeing each other after an encounter at a gay bar.
He (Dan) was nice. He was fun. We had been seeing each other for a few months but it turned out he was just a fucking liar. Ironic I know. But oddly enough at this point I had *not* cheated on him. He'd just tell lies about things my friends said (or actually didn't), lie about saying he called me to see what i was doing - but didn't since I had been at home. Shit like that. Just enough to be annoying. Just enough for me to justify going down on other men.
So one night after the bars - where I was out w/my friends and no Dan, I decided to hit the adult bookstore. I loved going there late at night, drunk or high. I'd take care of any number of guys who wanted nothing more from me than getting their nut. Works for me.
So after scoping out the place and meeting a guy, we head into a booth w/the ceremonial dropping of the quarters and me to my knees. I was doing a really really good job on Mr. X and his cock. He was moaning louder than we had the sound on. I was slurping loudly too - but probably not audible between the porn music, his moans and the hallway noise.
Just as we are way into it there is POUNDING at my door. Of course, at first I thought it was the clerk - but there was no way he'd know there was more than one person in a booth and we were pumping quarters into the movie box.
Well it wasn't the clerk..and that was evident as soon as Dan started *shouting* through the door. At me. The entire "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, (my name here)" crap. The fucker had been following me!!!!! Had to have been from my home, to the bar (not sure how I ever missed him unless he just scoped out my car in the parking lot and waited).
Now the guy I was sucking didn't know who I was - and I denied knowing what the fuck was going on, but wasn't about to go out there. I went back to sucking and the guy went back to feeding me. I found his ability to keep performing simply amazing. He had the same type of will as a feeder that I had being his cocksucker. The pounding stopped and the regular after-bar at the bookstore cruising noise resumed.
You KNOW I got the guy off. I mean it's practically my sole purpose in life and then he left. But as the door was cracked, Dan was there. Waiting. And we did have it out in the bookstore and as he followed me out. And we didn't even break-up because of this incident.
I did end it a week later - and the entire time thinking: The only thing more pathetic than a guy who cheats on his boyfriend is a boyfriend who allows it and still won't dump the scum.
What a loser!
Friday, August 19, 2005
Too Late
So a number of years back I was looking through Yahoo Personals and came across a local guy described himself (sounded good) and was only looking for head.
Well - THAT is what I do. I give head. I give it well. And I give it to completion. I contacted him - we emailed back and forth and that very night we opted to get together at his place.
He met me at his door w/nothing but a pair of cotton gym short (clearly nothing underneath). 5'7" or so. Barely an ounce of body fat on him. Defined, but not completely pumped up. Shaved head. Goatee. And oooooozed sex. You could just tell.
We went into the house and it wasn't long before I was down on my knees. For his looks you'd think he'd be extremely vocal - but quite the opposite. I could barely muster getting a moan out of him as I performed beautifully with my mouth. I certainly got no verbal encouragement or abuse from him. But it was a first time and we're both feeling each other out. He grew to a nice 7.5" - but had a HUGE head on him.
We went through a number of positions: me on my knees. me on my back. me sitting on the couch w/him standing in front of me. This last one is important for the simple fact of how we got to the next level - I have NO idea.
Before I knew it my shorts were off and he was on his knees in front of me playing w/my nuts. He never touched my cock with his mouth. But soon he was playing with my ass. More specifically my hole. Rubbing it - but never inserting a finger. But he had me wriggling.
Really - how I got my ass to the edge of the couch is still cloudy in my mind. It didn't take much for him to lean up enough so his rock-hard dick was at my crack. He rubbed that at my hole too. Enough for me to start dialating. My butt wanted it more than I did. He coated his cock w/his own spit and started more rubbing until I automatically opened for him and he just slid in.
I automatically tightend around him and that did illicit a response of closed eyes of pleasure. He kept sliding in - and I kept thinking his ad was 'for head only'. This wasn't head. Soon he was slowly and deliberately sliding in and out.
I knew we shouldn't be doing this. Part of me felt dirty for taking it this way. Part of me felt dirty enough to want him to continue. I told him I thought we should stop....he kept silent and kept moving ever so consistent. His big head was really making me feel full. I kept muttering 'this is wrong....', but not w/enough conviction that either of us truly believed it.
After a good 20 minutes I could feel him pump harder. I figured he was working up to a big finish - but his lack of aural communication, and virtually no change in facial expression couldn't confirm that. So I said: 'I don't think you should shoot in me.' His only response was: 'Too Late!'
By the time he had uttered those words he was already completely done w/his ejaculation. He never let on...and oddly, I never felt it. Afterward he told me it was 10 days worth.
Much later - after a few encounters - I couldn't imagine how big 10 days worth of his was (though it did seep out on my 30 min drive home), b/c sucking him off, 3 days worth was always HUGE (and to this day, the tastiest sperm I've ever chugged).
Even later he told me why he fucked me: he had to. he had been wanting to for a few years. he knew me from my job. Though I did not know him he had worked where I did at some point (there were 12,000 people who also worked there) and would pass me in the hall and knew he had to fuck me. He took the opportunity. Though I kind of let him.....
Well - THAT is what I do. I give head. I give it well. And I give it to completion. I contacted him - we emailed back and forth and that very night we opted to get together at his place.
He met me at his door w/nothing but a pair of cotton gym short (clearly nothing underneath). 5'7" or so. Barely an ounce of body fat on him. Defined, but not completely pumped up. Shaved head. Goatee. And oooooozed sex. You could just tell.
We went into the house and it wasn't long before I was down on my knees. For his looks you'd think he'd be extremely vocal - but quite the opposite. I could barely muster getting a moan out of him as I performed beautifully with my mouth. I certainly got no verbal encouragement or abuse from him. But it was a first time and we're both feeling each other out. He grew to a nice 7.5" - but had a HUGE head on him.
We went through a number of positions: me on my knees. me on my back. me sitting on the couch w/him standing in front of me. This last one is important for the simple fact of how we got to the next level - I have NO idea.
Before I knew it my shorts were off and he was on his knees in front of me playing w/my nuts. He never touched my cock with his mouth. But soon he was playing with my ass. More specifically my hole. Rubbing it - but never inserting a finger. But he had me wriggling.
Really - how I got my ass to the edge of the couch is still cloudy in my mind. It didn't take much for him to lean up enough so his rock-hard dick was at my crack. He rubbed that at my hole too. Enough for me to start dialating. My butt wanted it more than I did. He coated his cock w/his own spit and started more rubbing until I automatically opened for him and he just slid in.
I automatically tightend around him and that did illicit a response of closed eyes of pleasure. He kept sliding in - and I kept thinking his ad was 'for head only'. This wasn't head. Soon he was slowly and deliberately sliding in and out.
I knew we shouldn't be doing this. Part of me felt dirty for taking it this way. Part of me felt dirty enough to want him to continue. I told him I thought we should stop....he kept silent and kept moving ever so consistent. His big head was really making me feel full. I kept muttering 'this is wrong....', but not w/enough conviction that either of us truly believed it.
After a good 20 minutes I could feel him pump harder. I figured he was working up to a big finish - but his lack of aural communication, and virtually no change in facial expression couldn't confirm that. So I said: 'I don't think you should shoot in me.' His only response was: 'Too Late!'
By the time he had uttered those words he was already completely done w/his ejaculation. He never let on...and oddly, I never felt it. Afterward he told me it was 10 days worth.
Much later - after a few encounters - I couldn't imagine how big 10 days worth of his was (though it did seep out on my 30 min drive home), b/c sucking him off, 3 days worth was always HUGE (and to this day, the tastiest sperm I've ever chugged).
Even later he told me why he fucked me: he had to. he had been wanting to for a few years. he knew me from my job. Though I did not know him he had worked where I did at some point (there were 12,000 people who also worked there) and would pass me in the hall and knew he had to fuck me. He took the opportunity. Though I kind of let him.....
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Modes for an Addict
I love cruising and getting off in all its forms. I've come to find that one is not necessarily better than the other - just different. In these travels, I have come to find I have some, though not a lot of equals - men who understand me completely and instinctively. I love them because of this.
Phone - Rick (Chicago)
I met Rick on mIRC maybe 10 yrs ago. Instant connection. We have never met physcially. We have toyed with the idea of it, but thought that maybe we could never be as hot in person as we are on the phone.....and we ARE hot on the phone. It's not all sex talk, but a good majority is. Rick has a voice made for porn voice-overs. He says the phrase 'uh-huh....pump it' and 'pop off' w/such underlying filth you could shoot without ever having played with yourself.
He is full of as many stories as I have - and many of them similar. Bookstores. Bars. Parks. Offices. Public Restrooms. And then there are all the weird places and people we have done. But none of it is judgement - it's for comparison and ideas for what is possible. With Rick - it's all about cocksucking. He doesn't really want to hear about me getting fucked...and I respect that.
I can't tell you how many times we have talked and I have sprayed my load while in my office. Dozens...at least. And we are all about the numbers. How many we've done (the number could shock mere mortals). He is hot and he thinks I'm hot (which I'm not). I am a complete cock and cum pig - and he not only accepts that, it's probably the only reason he respects me. And I love him for that.
Internet - Patrick (Charleston)
I've only known Patrick for a few months now - but it seems like forever. He IM'd me regarding some pictures I posted on a YahooGroup. We've been chatting ever since. I'd say we have similar experiences - but there are varying degrees. I was not lent out to my uncle's friends (yes, I know it's socially wrong - but I am completely turned on by this). I did not choose to get married and have 4 kids. But he is very comfortable w/who he is - and he's as dirty as I am.
Unlike me - Pat has the ability to top or bottom. I can't swing the former very well, if at all. He can give it pretty hard, but is a top-notch cockucker. And we love sharing our experiences.
The other thing we do is pimp each other out. Yes - you heard me correctly. When Pat is traveling I will find guys to go by his hotel. It might be for Pat to get them off, or the tricks to get Pat off. Pat will do the same for me. Finds guys who contact me (or for me to contact) and for me to get off. We report back to each other on all the conquests. Sick. Wrong. And we love it.
Real Time - Ben (Cleveland)
I met Ben on-line too, but it went to real time fairly quick. He's a pig. Used at a young age by an uncle (like Pat), but turned it around where he is now the abuser (too strong of a word). Physical laborer who will wear the same jockstrap for weeks (6-7 weeks) just to smell his own funk. And better yet - to have other guys (like me) smell, taste and clean that funk. Leather gloves, cigars, police batons, spit, cum are all (or can be) involved. Shaved, piereced, inked. Physically, he's everything I'm not. Sexually, he's a lot of what I need. What I deserve. Cleveland is a tough town. Not enough tops. Way too many bottoms. And no true pigs - or guys truly comfortable w/their sexuality and desires. Ben's not that way. Neither am I.
These three men represent the best (or would it be the worst?) of me. (Though I would be remiss for not mentioning Gino-Hawaii, Patrick-Chicago and Kevin-NM for making an impact on me as well.)For the first two categories there have been 100s of others - mostly ones who have cum and gone and left little impact on my life. For the final category - it's safe to say there have been 1000s. Each one of those, in one way or another, have left a mark and made me who I am.
Phone - Rick (Chicago)
I met Rick on mIRC maybe 10 yrs ago. Instant connection. We have never met physcially. We have toyed with the idea of it, but thought that maybe we could never be as hot in person as we are on the phone.....and we ARE hot on the phone. It's not all sex talk, but a good majority is. Rick has a voice made for porn voice-overs. He says the phrase 'uh-huh....pump it' and 'pop off' w/such underlying filth you could shoot without ever having played with yourself.
He is full of as many stories as I have - and many of them similar. Bookstores. Bars. Parks. Offices. Public Restrooms. And then there are all the weird places and people we have done. But none of it is judgement - it's for comparison and ideas for what is possible. With Rick - it's all about cocksucking. He doesn't really want to hear about me getting fucked...and I respect that.
I can't tell you how many times we have talked and I have sprayed my load while in my office. Dozens...at least. And we are all about the numbers. How many we've done (the number could shock mere mortals). He is hot and he thinks I'm hot (which I'm not). I am a complete cock and cum pig - and he not only accepts that, it's probably the only reason he respects me. And I love him for that.
Internet - Patrick (Charleston)
I've only known Patrick for a few months now - but it seems like forever. He IM'd me regarding some pictures I posted on a YahooGroup. We've been chatting ever since. I'd say we have similar experiences - but there are varying degrees. I was not lent out to my uncle's friends (yes, I know it's socially wrong - but I am completely turned on by this). I did not choose to get married and have 4 kids. But he is very comfortable w/who he is - and he's as dirty as I am.
Unlike me - Pat has the ability to top or bottom. I can't swing the former very well, if at all. He can give it pretty hard, but is a top-notch cockucker. And we love sharing our experiences.
The other thing we do is pimp each other out. Yes - you heard me correctly. When Pat is traveling I will find guys to go by his hotel. It might be for Pat to get them off, or the tricks to get Pat off. Pat will do the same for me. Finds guys who contact me (or for me to contact) and for me to get off. We report back to each other on all the conquests. Sick. Wrong. And we love it.
Real Time - Ben (Cleveland)
I met Ben on-line too, but it went to real time fairly quick. He's a pig. Used at a young age by an uncle (like Pat), but turned it around where he is now the abuser (too strong of a word). Physical laborer who will wear the same jockstrap for weeks (6-7 weeks) just to smell his own funk. And better yet - to have other guys (like me) smell, taste and clean that funk. Leather gloves, cigars, police batons, spit, cum are all (or can be) involved. Shaved, piereced, inked. Physically, he's everything I'm not. Sexually, he's a lot of what I need. What I deserve. Cleveland is a tough town. Not enough tops. Way too many bottoms. And no true pigs - or guys truly comfortable w/their sexuality and desires. Ben's not that way. Neither am I.
These three men represent the best (or would it be the worst?) of me. (Though I would be remiss for not mentioning Gino-Hawaii, Patrick-Chicago and Kevin-NM for making an impact on me as well.)For the first two categories there have been 100s of others - mostly ones who have cum and gone and left little impact on my life. For the final category - it's safe to say there have been 1000s. Each one of those, in one way or another, have left a mark and made me who I am.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Sucking Off The Enemy
I had a busy Friday last week but opted not to tell all in one story as it would be too long and possilby confusing (suffice to say I ended up taking on 8 guys in various stages of groupings or individually).
But as the day was winding down and I had just finished getting two guys off I headed back from the woods to my car. As I pulled out I noticed a nice new Lexus in the lot and figure it could be a hot dad/business man who needs a little afterwork relief.
By the time I swing the car around on the road and head back he's gone from the car and must have hit the trails. But I notice something on his car that just bugs the shit out of me: a big 'W' sticker on his car. I'm a dyed-in-the-wool democrat and the thought of some rich republican in theory repulses me...however, I'm in it for the load.
I get back deep into the woods and spot him. He's up against a tree w/hands in pockets. We don't even do the dance of 'what's going on' shit. He pulls it out and wags it at me. He knows why I'm there. I'm sure he saw the other two guys exit the woods before I came out anyway.
So I walk over and this guy has a beautiful cock. Almost 8" and FAT. Huge nuts like you wouldn't believe. And lots of foreskin. Foreskin on a fat cock to me is hot. Not as much on a skinny dick. But I get on my knees and start to feel his full nuts before taking the big head in my mouth.
He seems very appreciative of my talents and tells me so. Not sure if it's the skin or if he had had a rubber on - but I get a slimey taste that comes from going down on him. Even though the shaft is fat I take him to the root...where he proceeds to grind it in my face.
I pulled off and told him loved his skin then proceeded to run my tongue under it which evoked a nice raunchy "fuck yeahhh....treat it good!" And I did. Very good.
At one point I got up b/c I just had to dock w/him. I took my dick and covered it w/his skin. He really enjoyed that. But soon I felt his hands on my shoulders and I knew I needed to finish what I started. I got back down on my knees and went to town. Really working that dick w/my lips, mouth and tongue - all at the same time. It got him close.
He pulled back and I looked up. He was looking behind me and I turned to see another guy standing there....Indian (not woo-woo indian) stroking his dick. So I started to go back to the GOP dick and he said 'open your mouth'...so of course, I did. He just started pumping off his load into his open target.
"Man - that is SO much better than watching it go down the drain" he said to himself more than to me or the guy watching. I swallowed and cleaned him up too...but he hiked it back into his trousers, turned and walked away.
I had no interest in doing the indian guy - he was just not my type (and just about everyone is my type).
But on the walk back to my car I felt a new level of 'low' that I hadn't for awhile. I just sucked off somone who on paper I loathe. Married rich republican. This guy who is in the woods away from prying eyes lets a cocksucker take care of his needs w/no interest in mine (though he did fulfill them - though he didn't necessarily know it) - yet in public allows for the social damnation of who and what I am. And yet he had the best dick I had blown in months and that I'd gladly drop anything if he ever offered it to me again. What kind of sick fuck am I???
But as the day was winding down and I had just finished getting two guys off I headed back from the woods to my car. As I pulled out I noticed a nice new Lexus in the lot and figure it could be a hot dad/business man who needs a little afterwork relief.
By the time I swing the car around on the road and head back he's gone from the car and must have hit the trails. But I notice something on his car that just bugs the shit out of me: a big 'W' sticker on his car. I'm a dyed-in-the-wool democrat and the thought of some rich republican in theory repulses me...however, I'm in it for the load.
I get back deep into the woods and spot him. He's up against a tree w/hands in pockets. We don't even do the dance of 'what's going on' shit. He pulls it out and wags it at me. He knows why I'm there. I'm sure he saw the other two guys exit the woods before I came out anyway.
So I walk over and this guy has a beautiful cock. Almost 8" and FAT. Huge nuts like you wouldn't believe. And lots of foreskin. Foreskin on a fat cock to me is hot. Not as much on a skinny dick. But I get on my knees and start to feel his full nuts before taking the big head in my mouth.
He seems very appreciative of my talents and tells me so. Not sure if it's the skin or if he had had a rubber on - but I get a slimey taste that comes from going down on him. Even though the shaft is fat I take him to the root...where he proceeds to grind it in my face.
I pulled off and told him loved his skin then proceeded to run my tongue under it which evoked a nice raunchy "fuck yeahhh....treat it good!" And I did. Very good.
At one point I got up b/c I just had to dock w/him. I took my dick and covered it w/his skin. He really enjoyed that. But soon I felt his hands on my shoulders and I knew I needed to finish what I started. I got back down on my knees and went to town. Really working that dick w/my lips, mouth and tongue - all at the same time. It got him close.
He pulled back and I looked up. He was looking behind me and I turned to see another guy standing there....Indian (not woo-woo indian) stroking his dick. So I started to go back to the GOP dick and he said 'open your mouth'...so of course, I did. He just started pumping off his load into his open target.
"Man - that is SO much better than watching it go down the drain" he said to himself more than to me or the guy watching. I swallowed and cleaned him up too...but he hiked it back into his trousers, turned and walked away.
I had no interest in doing the indian guy - he was just not my type (and just about everyone is my type).
But on the walk back to my car I felt a new level of 'low' that I hadn't for awhile. I just sucked off somone who on paper I loathe. Married rich republican. This guy who is in the woods away from prying eyes lets a cocksucker take care of his needs w/no interest in mine (though he did fulfill them - though he didn't necessarily know it) - yet in public allows for the social damnation of who and what I am. And yet he had the best dick I had blown in months and that I'd gladly drop anything if he ever offered it to me again. What kind of sick fuck am I???
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
"You Wanna Be My Cocksucker?"
First - sorry about the lack of posts. I swore if I didn't have recent events - I'd post past experiences. Work has gotten the better of me. I'll try to be better here.
I headed back to the park and daddy was still there. A hot hot man (in my book). Salt & Pepper hair...and beard. Big, but not fat. Big ass Chrysler 300. He looked good in it. He pulled up to me and asked what I was doing. I told him just hanging. His repsonse had me too: "so...you wanna be my cocksucker?".
Well what's a boy to say? There really was only one answer. He told me to follow him. We parked in a remote alley and he got in my car.
Immediately he pulled out his cock - it was nice. Not huge or thick, but average on an above average man. I was a little nervous out in that alley but he just pushed my head down and had me go down on it. He let out a nice "ohhhhhh yeahhhh" when I took him to the root. He told me to keep on it and suck him good. There was no way I wasn't going to give it my all.
I only blew him for a few minutes - but he had been primed for days and the setting warrented doing it quicker than either of us would have liked. I felt the big paw of his hand grab the back of my head and hold me there while he unloaded in my mouth. I licked him clean too....as I should have.
When all said and done - I actually gave him my cell phone and email address....and titled it 'your cocksucker'. He got an evil grin on his face. Here's hoping I hear from him.
I headed back to the park and daddy was still there. A hot hot man (in my book). Salt & Pepper hair...and beard. Big, but not fat. Big ass Chrysler 300. He looked good in it. He pulled up to me and asked what I was doing. I told him just hanging. His repsonse had me too: "so...you wanna be my cocksucker?".
Well what's a boy to say? There really was only one answer. He told me to follow him. We parked in a remote alley and he got in my car.
Immediately he pulled out his cock - it was nice. Not huge or thick, but average on an above average man. I was a little nervous out in that alley but he just pushed my head down and had me go down on it. He let out a nice "ohhhhhh yeahhhh" when I took him to the root. He told me to keep on it and suck him good. There was no way I wasn't going to give it my all.
I only blew him for a few minutes - but he had been primed for days and the setting warrented doing it quicker than either of us would have liked. I felt the big paw of his hand grab the back of my head and hold me there while he unloaded in my mouth. I licked him clean too....as I should have.
When all said and done - I actually gave him my cell phone and email address....and titled it 'your cocksucker'. He got an evil grin on his face. Here's hoping I hear from him.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Bad with the Good
I guess it's only fair that I don't post my hottest or latest encounters here. Sex can end up disappointing as much as it can be exilerating. Sometimes you get a combo.
As it turns out - this WAS my latest encounter, but not my best.
Though it will sound weird, I have an on-line buddy and we pimp each other out. Sometimes we're successful - most times we are not. Cut from similar cloth. We intimatley know each other's likes and dislikes. It works.
So yesterday I was feeling in need and he put the word out. He found me a local guy who wanted to feed me. Pics seemed decent so we arranged.
The guy showed and though he had the right attitude and the right hang between his legs - it kind of went nowhere.
Now, I think I'm good (VERY) at what I do. But for the life of me I could not get this guy to where either of us needed him to be. Erect. For over an hour I tried all my tricks that I've learned since I was a teen. Nothing. Maybe 2/3 of the way there - but never a complete arousal.
He blamed it on the poppers - which can be troublesome. It have been a better excuse had he ever OPENED the bottle and used them.
I ate his nuts and even further below (wink wink) all to no avail. And for a 'complete top', when I thought of trying to digitally AND orally stimulating him, I about lost 3 fingers up his hole. 'Complete top' - my ass!
On the plus side - he had the right attitude. As I first went to my knees I was mentally writing this blog entry w/his quotes - but the talk didn't quite turn into action. But he smacked me upside the head (this is a good thing, people....no judgements) and talked down to me (see previous paranthetical).
I really wanted to call it off - more for his sake than mine. Save him some face. It was not meant to be. He masturbated himself furiously w/out ever fully achieving erection....but enough to supposedly cum. Why supposedly? Well for his talk of not getting his nut for 5 days - when he pushed it in my mouth - I felt nothing. I tasted nothing. But he seemed mighty pleased w/himself.
I'm glad one of us was.
As it turns out - this WAS my latest encounter, but not my best.
Though it will sound weird, I have an on-line buddy and we pimp each other out. Sometimes we're successful - most times we are not. Cut from similar cloth. We intimatley know each other's likes and dislikes. It works.
So yesterday I was feeling in need and he put the word out. He found me a local guy who wanted to feed me. Pics seemed decent so we arranged.
The guy showed and though he had the right attitude and the right hang between his legs - it kind of went nowhere.
Now, I think I'm good (VERY) at what I do. But for the life of me I could not get this guy to where either of us needed him to be. Erect. For over an hour I tried all my tricks that I've learned since I was a teen. Nothing. Maybe 2/3 of the way there - but never a complete arousal.
He blamed it on the poppers - which can be troublesome. It have been a better excuse had he ever OPENED the bottle and used them.
I ate his nuts and even further below (wink wink) all to no avail. And for a 'complete top', when I thought of trying to digitally AND orally stimulating him, I about lost 3 fingers up his hole. 'Complete top' - my ass!
On the plus side - he had the right attitude. As I first went to my knees I was mentally writing this blog entry w/his quotes - but the talk didn't quite turn into action. But he smacked me upside the head (this is a good thing, people....no judgements) and talked down to me (see previous paranthetical).
I really wanted to call it off - more for his sake than mine. Save him some face. It was not meant to be. He masturbated himself furiously w/out ever fully achieving erection....but enough to supposedly cum. Why supposedly? Well for his talk of not getting his nut for 5 days - when he pushed it in my mouth - I felt nothing. I tasted nothing. But he seemed mighty pleased w/himself.
I'm glad one of us was.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Garage / Yard
What do you do when you invite an on-line trick over you don't know if you want in the house? Simply lie - say your house sitting and do him in the garage or on the grounds.
It's what I did this weekend. Guy had all the bear-ish good looks on-line....but as he called the closer he got, he was NELLY (or at least his voice).
Luckily for me, we barely spoke. I unzipped him in the garage and went to my knees. His dick was fat and shriveled....but again, luckily for me...it grew as I worked it. And it grew. Maybe 7.5" but it kept it's girth...and skin. It was one of those dicks I could have sucked all day long. It was a nice day so we left the garage and to a side of the house blocked by trees and bushes. We could be outdoors and nekkid w/no one to see.
More sucking but he wanted to see my ass....so l leaned against a tree. He rubbed it. He felt it. He smacked it. He fingered it. He rubbed his big fat cock up and down the crack.
We then rubbed our cocks together. I'm not much of a precummer - but his was like a faucet. He kept making reference to it and how slick it all was...and what great lube it made. Before youi know it - I was on my back on the lawn. Him above me rubbing that head at my pucker. One good push and he was halfway in. Wasn't long before he went a-pumpin'.
And it wasn't long after that - ok....long, but never long enough...that he finished. In between, we moved positions here and there...withdrew and reinserted. It felt great. The outdoors. The deed. All of it.
Maybe I'll see him again. Maybe not. Let me know - should I?
It's what I did this weekend. Guy had all the bear-ish good looks on-line....but as he called the closer he got, he was NELLY (or at least his voice).
Luckily for me, we barely spoke. I unzipped him in the garage and went to my knees. His dick was fat and shriveled....but again, luckily for me...it grew as I worked it. And it grew. Maybe 7.5" but it kept it's girth...and skin. It was one of those dicks I could have sucked all day long. It was a nice day so we left the garage and to a side of the house blocked by trees and bushes. We could be outdoors and nekkid w/no one to see.
More sucking but he wanted to see my ass....so l leaned against a tree. He rubbed it. He felt it. He smacked it. He fingered it. He rubbed his big fat cock up and down the crack.
We then rubbed our cocks together. I'm not much of a precummer - but his was like a faucet. He kept making reference to it and how slick it all was...and what great lube it made. Before youi know it - I was on my back on the lawn. Him above me rubbing that head at my pucker. One good push and he was halfway in. Wasn't long before he went a-pumpin'.
And it wasn't long after that - ok....long, but never long enough...that he finished. In between, we moved positions here and there...withdrew and reinserted. It felt great. The outdoors. The deed. All of it.
Maybe I'll see him again. Maybe not. Let me know - should I?
Monday, August 01, 2005
Into The Woods
So yesterday morning (sunday), I'm literally cruising the internet. A man from out of town is on-line and looking. He was leaving that day and there was no way I could get to his hotel and perform any services before his scheduled check-out. So we agreed to meet in a metro-park.
His pictures were at least true-to-life. In his early 40s and ht/wt proportional. I had never been to this particular park, but clearly he had. He walked paths that were not used by most regular hikers - I followed. Idle chit-chat along the way, but neither of us was interested in getting to know one another. Not that way - anyway.
We ended up in a heavily wooded area of the park w/a steep drop off into a river on one side. But we went the other way...off the trail.....and into uncharted territory. In these woods were many fallen trees too.
Eventually we stopped at one of them. He leaned against it and I went down on my knees immediately. He took out his dick and I was afraid it wasn't the 8" he touted on his profile. But it was fat. And veiny. And the more I sucked it the more it became the 8" he said.
He pulled me up by my armpits and turned me around. As he dug in his shorts pocket for a little packet of lube, I fumbled in mine for my poppers (real ones....not crappy VCR head-cleaner). He bent me over the fallen tree - and as cliche as that sounds in porn-story-terms, I had never experienced that.
I'm 6'2" and didn't have to bend over too far - that is how big this tree was. He tried to loosen me up w/his fingers and I told him to forget that and get right to the main prize. I took a huge hit(s) of poppers and was flying when he punched that bare cock right into the target. He sank in slowly but steadily...and in no time was fucking in nice long strokes.
At one point I just wanted to feel the cock up there w/no movement and told him to 'stop'. He took it the wrong way and pulled out....so unfortunately (NOT!) we had to do a total repenetration of his dick up my ass!!!.
Way sooner than I would have liked I knew it was coming. And that he would be cumming. I begged for it. Leaving no doubt that he was to finish what he had started. He wasn't too vocal - and even out in the woods you never know who might be there (it was a park, afterall). But I could feel him throb. I would feel the warmth sperad w/in me.
I wasn't too hard since I was pressed up against the bark of a dead tree. But he started jacking me when I straightened up and playing w/my now juicy hole. He made it make sounds as his fingers played w/the cummed up opening. It was enough to make me blow my nut all over the dirty ground.
He went to pick up the lube pack from the fallen tree...I told him to leave it. Let someone know what went on back here......
His pictures were at least true-to-life. In his early 40s and ht/wt proportional. I had never been to this particular park, but clearly he had. He walked paths that were not used by most regular hikers - I followed. Idle chit-chat along the way, but neither of us was interested in getting to know one another. Not that way - anyway.
We ended up in a heavily wooded area of the park w/a steep drop off into a river on one side. But we went the other way...off the trail.....and into uncharted territory. In these woods were many fallen trees too.
Eventually we stopped at one of them. He leaned against it and I went down on my knees immediately. He took out his dick and I was afraid it wasn't the 8" he touted on his profile. But it was fat. And veiny. And the more I sucked it the more it became the 8" he said.
He pulled me up by my armpits and turned me around. As he dug in his shorts pocket for a little packet of lube, I fumbled in mine for my poppers (real ones....not crappy VCR head-cleaner). He bent me over the fallen tree - and as cliche as that sounds in porn-story-terms, I had never experienced that.
I'm 6'2" and didn't have to bend over too far - that is how big this tree was. He tried to loosen me up w/his fingers and I told him to forget that and get right to the main prize. I took a huge hit(s) of poppers and was flying when he punched that bare cock right into the target. He sank in slowly but steadily...and in no time was fucking in nice long strokes.
At one point I just wanted to feel the cock up there w/no movement and told him to 'stop'. He took it the wrong way and pulled out....so unfortunately (NOT!) we had to do a total repenetration of his dick up my ass!!!
Way sooner than I would have liked I knew it was coming. And that he would be cumming. I begged for it. Leaving no doubt that he was to finish what he had started. He wasn't too vocal - and even out in the woods you never know who might be there (it was a park, afterall). But I could feel him throb. I would feel the warmth sperad w/in me.
I wasn't too hard since I was pressed up against the bark of a dead tree. But he started jacking me when I straightened up and playing w/my now juicy hole. He made it make sounds as his fingers played w/the cummed up opening. It was enough to make me blow my nut all over the dirty ground.
He went to pick up the lube pack from the fallen tree...I told him to leave it. Let someone know what went on back here......
Friday, July 29, 2005
Convention Center Suck
I love going to conventions. I'm out of the office. I'm business casual. I'm anonymous.
Different city. Different men. Usually 1000s of men. They're anonymous.
The conference I attend are not small. Usually upwards of 10,000 folks (including the vendor exhibit). Trolling on-line prior to leaving you can always find guys from whatever city you're going to and make some plans for encounters. Sometimes those same guys are in town for the exact same dates you are.
Last year I was in Orlando for an annual meeting and their new convention center is HUGE - even by convention center standards. There were work stations in the place for users to retrieve their email. Logging on to mine, I found I had a response from a well-placed internet ad and the guy happened to be at the same meeting. Convenient!
Before responding, I took a lay of the land and scoped out every fuckin restroom at the center. Coordinated those places with sessions being held (or not) to see what we could get away with. I found a number of them and proceeded to reply to the email, providing my cell number.
Within minutes my phone was ringing. It was him and he was interested. Great for me - he wasn't hesitant about using a bathroom stall do dump his seed, so that was the big hurdle. The other one was - these places were dead during the vendor exhibit. Unfortunately, he was a vendor.
It took some coaxing, but I told him to break free from his co-workers and join me for 10 minutes. I mean - what bathroom blowjob is taking longer than that? Luckily he worked for a major player and they had an overflow of guys working the crowd.
He shows at the appointed time. And for those who have dealt with vendors - he's the kind of guy you love to hate. Slick. Cocky. Arrogant. But it's everything I love about a feeder. (plus he wore a wedding band.)
There were two stalls prior to the handicapped one, which I chose, since you couldn't see any feet from underneath if someone walked in. He followed me in and latched the door. In no time flat he unzipped and pulled out a beautifully fat 7" dick. I went in and took out his nuts which were huge. "Hurry up - I don't got all fuckin day" he said.....so down I went. Sitting on the toilet I took him all the way down and he groaned as softly as he could.
I can only imagine a vendor's life. On the road away from the wife - which could be bad - or he could be a complete player, which could be great. And this was working for me. He immediately started to pump my face and i was WAY into it.
Just then someone came in to use a urinal. My feeder stopped for minute then slid himself back in my mouth. I looked up at him and he had his fingers to his lips, like for me to be quiet, but clearly he wanted me to continue. I did. I kept my sucking noises to a minimum while the guy pissed....and pisssed and pissed. He went forever.
As he was zipping up and went to wash his hands, my feeder grabbed my head tight. Without a sound he started dumping his load in my mouth. The water running in the sink was the only sound in the bathroom.
My guy pulls out. Winks at me....zips up and leaves.
I love conventions.
Different city. Different men. Usually 1000s of men. They're anonymous.
The conference I attend are not small. Usually upwards of 10,000 folks (including the vendor exhibit). Trolling on-line prior to leaving you can always find guys from whatever city you're going to and make some plans for encounters. Sometimes those same guys are in town for the exact same dates you are.
Last year I was in Orlando for an annual meeting and their new convention center is HUGE - even by convention center standards. There were work stations in the place for users to retrieve their email. Logging on to mine, I found I had a response from a well-placed internet ad and the guy happened to be at the same meeting. Convenient!
Before responding, I took a lay of the land and scoped out every fuckin restroom at the center. Coordinated those places with sessions being held (or not) to see what we could get away with. I found a number of them and proceeded to reply to the email, providing my cell number.
Within minutes my phone was ringing. It was him and he was interested. Great for me - he wasn't hesitant about using a bathroom stall do dump his seed, so that was the big hurdle. The other one was - these places were dead during the vendor exhibit. Unfortunately, he was a vendor.
It took some coaxing, but I told him to break free from his co-workers and join me for 10 minutes. I mean - what bathroom blowjob is taking longer than that? Luckily he worked for a major player and they had an overflow of guys working the crowd.
He shows at the appointed time. And for those who have dealt with vendors - he's the kind of guy you love to hate. Slick. Cocky. Arrogant. But it's everything I love about a feeder. (plus he wore a wedding band.)
There were two stalls prior to the handicapped one, which I chose, since you couldn't see any feet from underneath if someone walked in. He followed me in and latched the door. In no time flat he unzipped and pulled out a beautifully fat 7" dick. I went in and took out his nuts which were huge. "Hurry up - I don't got all fuckin day" he said.....so down I went. Sitting on the toilet I took him all the way down and he groaned as softly as he could.
I can only imagine a vendor's life. On the road away from the wife - which could be bad - or he could be a complete player, which could be great. And this was working for me. He immediately started to pump my face and i was WAY into it.
Just then someone came in to use a urinal. My feeder stopped for minute then slid himself back in my mouth. I looked up at him and he had his fingers to his lips, like for me to be quiet, but clearly he wanted me to continue. I did. I kept my sucking noises to a minimum while the guy pissed....and pisssed and pissed. He went forever.
As he was zipping up and went to wash his hands, my feeder grabbed my head tight. Without a sound he started dumping his load in my mouth. The water running in the sink was the only sound in the bathroom.
My guy pulls out. Winks at me....zips up and leaves.
I love conventions.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Sex Pig & the City
Remember the days before Guliani? The days before NYC became, if only by it's own standards, cleaned-up?
I do. I loved the 'dirty' days. Bookstores were around. Adult theatres (the 'Adonis'...anyone? anyone?) were where I spent my afterwork hours.
Of course, being a broke student in the city on an internship - sometimes I couldn't afford the theatres and the enviornment they provided. Sometimes you just had to endure the showiness of nature. And for that - I thank g-d for Central Park.
The Rambles in particular. For the uninitated it's hard to describe. Winding paths near the lake and through wooded (sometimes heavily) areas and rock formations. The paths were very winding that sometimes brought you back to where you started or dumped you out someplace completely unfamiliar. Let's face it - even when I had money, I still did a tour through the park.
I'm sure at night it could be dangerous and even more cruisy. But really - any time of the day didn't lack for activity. All walks of life - suits to blue collar. White-black-hispanic. All good. All with one thing on their mind. How they achieved that ending all varied.
But for a young guy who needed (and still does) to be able to please sexually, it was the place for me. First going through there w/a pit in my stomach not knowing what to expect. But there was this guy (isn't there always) whose sexuality just oozed out of his pores - and a type of guy who could talk you into anything. Late 20s. Dark hair and lots of it.
Oddly enough though, he talked ME into letting him go down on me. That's ususally not my M.O., but I obliged, well....b/c he could talk me into anything. I was big and hard and he loved being down on his knees on top of this tree covered knoll. Me leaning against a tree - him taking me to the root while he stroked his own piece. Unfortunately - I never came, but he popped his nut all over the dirt. Then I was history. He was gone in a flash.
The great thing about CP - there is always someone else around. I never even had to move. After #1 left, there was a guy a dozen yards away, watching...stroking. Late 50s I guess. Impeccably dressed...salt and pepper hair carrying a fucking Bergdorf bag. He walked over, still exposed and I dropped to my knees - which is what he was looking for. He dropped the bag. His hand went to the back of my head and guided me along.
Another great thing about CP is - it's about the moment. No long encounters. You can't afford those. Not there. In 5-7 min he just said....'baby, it is ALL yours!' and fed me my afterwork meal. Gushes of cum - none of it I missed. I cleaned him off quickly and he pulled back. As he picked up his bag - he says, 'you've got an audience'. And I did (well, we did, but he removed himself from that equation). 3 guys watching. Some stroking. One w/out a word just stepped up and took over from Bergdorf man. Not a word from him the entire time - but I took a nice load from his u/c dick in a matter of minutes.
The next guy I had to signal over. Not sure why he thought he wasn't worthy - but I finally coaxed him. He came over and took out his own member - though I am always happy to help a guy out. But whatever trepidation he had pretty much went away after I got him in my mouth. He started bucking his hips and fucking my face in ernest. And loud. No issue about who might hear him - telling me to take every inch and make him feel good. Starting to demand 'shoot it!!!'. Turns out it wasn't for me, but the other guy watching, who ended up stroking off while watching the entire series of events. That pushed shy guy (HA!) over the edge and he filled my throat w/cream.
It's all I could do to pull away quick enough to ejaculate w/out cumming on his shoes. I got all his load, but didn't get to clean him off the way I would have liked to.
But that's the great thing about NYC and CP - always another time and another guy(s).
I do. I loved the 'dirty' days. Bookstores were around. Adult theatres (the 'Adonis'...anyone? anyone?) were where I spent my afterwork hours.
Of course, being a broke student in the city on an internship - sometimes I couldn't afford the theatres and the enviornment they provided. Sometimes you just had to endure the showiness of nature. And for that - I thank g-d for Central Park.
The Rambles in particular. For the uninitated it's hard to describe. Winding paths near the lake and through wooded (sometimes heavily) areas and rock formations. The paths were very winding that sometimes brought you back to where you started or dumped you out someplace completely unfamiliar. Let's face it - even when I had money, I still did a tour through the park.
I'm sure at night it could be dangerous and even more cruisy. But really - any time of the day didn't lack for activity. All walks of life - suits to blue collar. White-black-hispanic. All good. All with one thing on their mind. How they achieved that ending all varied.
But for a young guy who needed (and still does) to be able to please sexually, it was the place for me. First going through there w/a pit in my stomach not knowing what to expect. But there was this guy (isn't there always) whose sexuality just oozed out of his pores - and a type of guy who could talk you into anything. Late 20s. Dark hair and lots of it.
Oddly enough though, he talked ME into letting him go down on me. That's ususally not my M.O., but I obliged, well....b/c he could talk me into anything. I was big and hard and he loved being down on his knees on top of this tree covered knoll. Me leaning against a tree - him taking me to the root while he stroked his own piece. Unfortunately - I never came, but he popped his nut all over the dirt. Then I was history. He was gone in a flash.
The great thing about CP - there is always someone else around. I never even had to move. After #1 left, there was a guy a dozen yards away, watching...stroking. Late 50s I guess. Impeccably dressed...salt and pepper hair carrying a fucking Bergdorf bag. He walked over, still exposed and I dropped to my knees - which is what he was looking for. He dropped the bag. His hand went to the back of my head and guided me along.
Another great thing about CP is - it's about the moment. No long encounters. You can't afford those. Not there. In 5-7 min he just said....'baby, it is ALL yours!' and fed me my afterwork meal. Gushes of cum - none of it I missed. I cleaned him off quickly and he pulled back. As he picked up his bag - he says, 'you've got an audience'. And I did (well, we did, but he removed himself from that equation). 3 guys watching. Some stroking. One w/out a word just stepped up and took over from Bergdorf man. Not a word from him the entire time - but I took a nice load from his u/c dick in a matter of minutes.
The next guy I had to signal over. Not sure why he thought he wasn't worthy - but I finally coaxed him. He came over and took out his own member - though I am always happy to help a guy out. But whatever trepidation he had pretty much went away after I got him in my mouth. He started bucking his hips and fucking my face in ernest. And loud. No issue about who might hear him - telling me to take every inch and make him feel good. Starting to demand 'shoot it!!!'. Turns out it wasn't for me, but the other guy watching, who ended up stroking off while watching the entire series of events. That pushed shy guy (HA!) over the edge and he filled my throat w/cream.
It's all I could do to pull away quick enough to ejaculate w/out cumming on his shoes. I got all his load, but didn't get to clean him off the way I would have liked to.
But that's the great thing about NYC and CP - always another time and another guy(s).
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Bad Attitude I
There's something to be said for a guy with a bad attitude. And maybe that's the wrong phrase. Cocky. Self-Assured. Either might be more appropriate. Clearly something in life has these guys thinking they are the shit. You'd think it's about dick size - but that's not always the case. As you'll see throughout my posts - these are the types of guys I am drawn to. It has nothing to do w/looks or dick size. Those are always pluses.....but never the motivating factor.
I met this guy one night in an adult bookstore. Sweat pants, tshirt. Balding. Pock-marked face. But I will say, I was immediately drawn to him. He wasted no time locking the door behind us and pulling down his sweats. Nothing between his boys and the athletic pants. Biggest dick I had seen on a white guy. Maybe 10" but FAT FAT FAT. Oh - and uncut.
Without hesitation or a word he pushed me to my knees. I was happy to go there. Turns out it might BE my happy place. At the beginning, going down on his was not an issue. The closer I got to his bush - the harder I struggled. He didn't care. He pushed me down on it further - making me gag....making my eyes water.
When he realized I wasn't going to get it all down, he picked me up by my armpits and turned me around and pushed my shorts around my ankles then told me to put one foot up on the bench. I did as told w/out hesitation or question.
Also w/out hesitation, he placed taht monster at my hole and shoved in. I knew enough not to yelp out loud (since it was supposed to be one person per booth). He got all the way in and did the deed. No finesse. Nothing about me. All about him. And he kept it up until I heard him grunt once. The deed was done.
A minute later he unceremoniously pulled out of my ass and his sweats were back in place. Without looking back at me, he unlatched the door and walked out.
Me being the pathetic pig I was tried to get myself together and headed to the parking lot - but he was long gone.
Luckily for me - it was not my last encounter with him. Nor was it the nastiest or most impersonal.
I met this guy one night in an adult bookstore. Sweat pants, tshirt. Balding. Pock-marked face. But I will say, I was immediately drawn to him. He wasted no time locking the door behind us and pulling down his sweats. Nothing between his boys and the athletic pants. Biggest dick I had seen on a white guy. Maybe 10" but FAT FAT FAT. Oh - and uncut.
Without hesitation or a word he pushed me to my knees. I was happy to go there. Turns out it might BE my happy place. At the beginning, going down on his was not an issue. The closer I got to his bush - the harder I struggled. He didn't care. He pushed me down on it further - making me gag....making my eyes water.
When he realized I wasn't going to get it all down, he picked me up by my armpits and turned me around and pushed my shorts around my ankles then told me to put one foot up on the bench. I did as told w/out hesitation or question.
Also w/out hesitation, he placed taht monster at my hole and shoved in. I knew enough not to yelp out loud (since it was supposed to be one person per booth). He got all the way in and did the deed. No finesse. Nothing about me. All about him. And he kept it up until I heard him grunt once. The deed was done.
A minute later he unceremoniously pulled out of my ass and his sweats were back in place. Without looking back at me, he unlatched the door and walked out.
Me being the pathetic pig I was tried to get myself together and headed to the parking lot - but he was long gone.
Luckily for me - it was not my last encounter with him. Nor was it the nastiest or most impersonal.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Charlie & me
By the time I was 17, I was regularly having sex of some kind - though not w/a regular person/persons. The entire events were very transient.
One guy was a hot mf and clearly into just getting his nut anyway he could. His name was Charlie - and he had a weird weird relationship (i thought) with a neighbor of ours. Mr. Porter was divorced and in his 40s. This was the '70s an Mr. Porter was the first person anyone in our neighborhood knew to ever be divorced.
Anyway - Charlie, who was in his mid-20s, would stay at the Porter's house. Mr. Porter had sole custody of his 3 teenage kids too. I figured (or was it wished?) that Charlie was some kind of 'son' to Mr. Porter (who was not bad looking at all), but never got the clear scoop on that.
I'm not sure how it ever started, but around this time I started giving Charlie head in their house. He'd have me suck it....he'd hold me down on it when he came. After I swallowed every drop, he'd tell me what a good boy I was and send me on my way.
Eventually Charlie took to fucking me. He wasn't the first and he figured that out right quick. He'd like me laying on my stomach while he took me from behind. Maybe he didn't like to be reminded that he was fucking a guy. Or a kid. Or both. Gentle he was not....and it didnt' matter. His 7" would violate me (or so he thought) and he'd get to ejaculate the way guys in their 20s like to.
During what would become one of our last sessions, he was pumping me and says into my ear: 'you know, Bernie knows everything that goes on in his house!' That got me excited b/c not only were we doing it in Mr. Porter's bed, but I somehow thought we were being watched and that Mr. Porter would be next to fuck my ass.
Unfortunatey, that did not happen. Not long after, Charlie moved out to g-d knows where. If Mr. Porter really did know what went on - he never said, nor did he ever seem interested. Damn.
I only bring any of this up b/c last week, a driver on a freeway cut Mr. Porter off and he went left of center and was killed. I almost showed to the viewing - since I knew the family, but also for the perverse pleasure of seeing if Charlie would be there.
One guy was a hot mf and clearly into just getting his nut anyway he could. His name was Charlie - and he had a weird weird relationship (i thought) with a neighbor of ours. Mr. Porter was divorced and in his 40s. This was the '70s an Mr. Porter was the first person anyone in our neighborhood knew to ever be divorced.
Anyway - Charlie, who was in his mid-20s, would stay at the Porter's house. Mr. Porter had sole custody of his 3 teenage kids too. I figured (or was it wished?) that Charlie was some kind of 'son' to Mr. Porter (who was not bad looking at all), but never got the clear scoop on that.
I'm not sure how it ever started, but around this time I started giving Charlie head in their house. He'd have me suck it....he'd hold me down on it when he came. After I swallowed every drop, he'd tell me what a good boy I was and send me on my way.
Eventually Charlie took to fucking me. He wasn't the first and he figured that out right quick. He'd like me laying on my stomach while he took me from behind. Maybe he didn't like to be reminded that he was fucking a guy. Or a kid. Or both. Gentle he was not....and it didnt' matter. His 7" would violate me (or so he thought) and he'd get to ejaculate the way guys in their 20s like to.
During what would become one of our last sessions, he was pumping me and says into my ear: 'you know, Bernie knows everything that goes on in his house!' That got me excited b/c not only were we doing it in Mr. Porter's bed, but I somehow thought we were being watched and that Mr. Porter would be next to fuck my ass.
Unfortunatey, that did not happen. Not long after, Charlie moved out to g-d knows where. If Mr. Porter really did know what went on - he never said, nor did he ever seem interested. Damn.
I only bring any of this up b/c last week, a driver on a freeway cut Mr. Porter off and he went left of center and was killed. I almost showed to the viewing - since I knew the family, but also for the perverse pleasure of seeing if Charlie would be there.
Intro
Nothing too exciting - well.....for some.
But some housekeeping notes:
But some housekeeping notes:
- You should be of legal age while reading this
- This site is (or can be) sexually explicit at times. I aim to excite - not offend.
- The sexually exlicit items to which I refer in the above deals with man-on-man action. Find another site if you are offended.
- 13 does not refer to either my age or the size of my member. It's a number. Let's just say that some of 1-12 were taken years ago when setting up an account on mIRC (remember that, people?).
- Bike in BikeGuy refers to a few things: I like to ride (bicycle) and I love wearing Bike jockstraps. At this time, I do not have a motorcycle.
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