Just a small rant about guys who answer posts that just cannot commit to semi or pseudo truths.
I don't ask for much - do I?
He sends great cock pics and decent stats. Plus my ad said I was really only into white/black/hispanics. I go for other guys too - but that is what I was looking for earlier this evening.
The guy shows up....about 50 lbs heavier than his pics or stats. Did he think I might not notice this? Oh - and he's asian-mixed. I guess he thought I'd miss that too.
All of this is overlookable (is that a word?), until I felt his crotch....or lack of one. He unzipped and there was almost nothing there. This is not a joke or the judgement of a bitter man.
Honest to g-d, I have never seen a dick this small. How small? He'd have to pull down his pants to piss because it was not big enough to escape his fly. I kid you not.
I do not know whose pictures he is using to post, but no one is that much of a grower/show-er.
As horny as I was - needless to say, I sent him on his fucking way. Though I never said why (shame on me), I think he knew. I think he gets that a lot.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Who's Your Daddy
Weeks ago I placed that craigslist ad for someone to relieve me of my load. Guys kept trickling in responses over a week, still wanting to blow me. Not for nothing – but I had let two different guys drain me over a two day period. Most of the other ads I dismissed, but one guy just would not let up.
Maybe I was horny again. Maybe he broke down my defenses. Either way I agreed to meet with him – in public as he wanted to use a hotel conference room restroom to fellate me. As much as I like public sex, I was a bit wary in these regards. I had not scoped out the space or knew of the traffic flow or peak and dead times. To the public sex guys (like myself), it is important to know these things to minimize the risk of arrest. It is one thing to be watched….it is another thing to be taken into custody.
But my dick got the better of me. I thought he might not show at the designated time/spot, and though he was a few minutes late, he did indeed present himself as promised.
“Dan” was about my height (6’2”). He looks like he’s got a solid body under his work casual work clothes, but I wouldn’t or couldn’t say it’s a hot one. I never saw that much of it. At least he is height/weight proportional. His nose was not big, but the end did look as if it had been broken at least once. I know – I’m a freak. I like a good schnoz on a guy. I also think they more closely determine the size of a dick – better than hands or feet. Dan was probably in his mid-20s.
We walked mostly in silence to the designated restroom. I did have a few issues with the space. The hotel was marginal, but there was a surveillance camera once you get off the elevators and then another one right near the restroom entrance. Mind you – only one at the men’s room. Nothing at the ladies. Typical. My other issue was there was no door to the entrance….it was just an opening with a tiled partition so one could not see directly in to where guys do their business. Unfortunately, you also don’t hear guys coming into the space.
The better news was that the doors to the stalls went almost down to the floor. Not all the way, but enough where you’d have to be lower than a hand & knees position outside to see how many pairs of feet were inside.
I am a man of my word (cough cough) so I was there, I wasn’t about to back out at this time. I followed Dan into the farthest stall, shut and locked the door. You know the drill then – zippers are pulled down, dick is pulled out and then eventually the nuts too.
Dan sat down and did a really nice job on the sucking. He got close to taking me all the way, but not quite there. I am used to that. Immediately he started the hand/mouth combo which typically is not the way I like to do it when I’m an eater, and that carries over to when I’m a feeder also. But it does help speed things up in these kinds of scenarios and public spaces.
Dan then wanted to know if it was ok if he took out his dick. Of course I said yes, if for no other reason than I’m a greedy pig who wanted to see what he had under his work slacks. …and it wasn’t too shabby. A solid 7+” and a good size thickness. If I had not been in feeder mode, I would have loved to swing on that. But time was a-wasting and we were both here for a primary mission: to get me off.
Soon enough Dan was sitting back on the toilet taking me to the zipper. There was no way I was unbuckling everything. One has to plan on the hasty retreats if necessary.
Though I did celebrate a birthday earlier in the week, I wasn’t feeling too much older. That is until he pulled off my dick and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and said, “can I call you ‘daddy’”? Oy!!!!
I think any longtime reader of this blog will know an unofficial breakdown of me giving vs taking is about 10% to 90%, respectively. It has never occurred to me that I might one day be a father figure. In my heart (what little there is) and my head, I’m always ‘the boy’. But as the t-shirt says, ‘Even Daddies Need Daddies’.
He repeated the question and it was sort of rhetorical, as you could tell he wanted and needed me to tell him ‘yes’. And I did. Begrudgingly.
After that, I threw in a ‘son’ or ‘boy’ as he really went to work on my dick. Since it had been like 7-10 days since I had gotten off, and he was using his hand – it wasn’t taking me much to get there.
When I was right there, I told him to stop moving his hand, to start swallowing and not make a noise.
I know I shoot a big load anyway – but after a week, more often than not the eater gags on my load. I’m not bragging – just stating the recent facts since I’ve only started letting guys do the job I’ve been trained to do so well. Besides that I was in work clothes and didn’t want to wipe coughed up jizz off my pants – I could not have him draw attention to us by gagging and coughing.
I will say – the boy did a good job. He took it like a sperm-sucker and even lapped up any additional drops I squeezed out….and there was plenty of that too.
The poor guy wanted me to keep my dick out while he jacked off, but I tucked it away. I was trying to minimize our risks. Though I did stay for him to pump off a nice load onto the black marble-like tile. He told me, before he shot, that he would clean it up afterward.
I’ll have to take his word for that – since after he shot, I shot out the door, leaving him there.
Maybe I’ll let him have it again. Maybe not. I guess it is all in how the mood will strike both of us.
Maybe I was horny again. Maybe he broke down my defenses. Either way I agreed to meet with him – in public as he wanted to use a hotel conference room restroom to fellate me. As much as I like public sex, I was a bit wary in these regards. I had not scoped out the space or knew of the traffic flow or peak and dead times. To the public sex guys (like myself), it is important to know these things to minimize the risk of arrest. It is one thing to be watched….it is another thing to be taken into custody.
But my dick got the better of me. I thought he might not show at the designated time/spot, and though he was a few minutes late, he did indeed present himself as promised.
“Dan” was about my height (6’2”). He looks like he’s got a solid body under his work casual work clothes, but I wouldn’t or couldn’t say it’s a hot one. I never saw that much of it. At least he is height/weight proportional. His nose was not big, but the end did look as if it had been broken at least once. I know – I’m a freak. I like a good schnoz on a guy. I also think they more closely determine the size of a dick – better than hands or feet. Dan was probably in his mid-20s.
We walked mostly in silence to the designated restroom. I did have a few issues with the space. The hotel was marginal, but there was a surveillance camera once you get off the elevators and then another one right near the restroom entrance. Mind you – only one at the men’s room. Nothing at the ladies. Typical. My other issue was there was no door to the entrance….it was just an opening with a tiled partition so one could not see directly in to where guys do their business. Unfortunately, you also don’t hear guys coming into the space.
The better news was that the doors to the stalls went almost down to the floor. Not all the way, but enough where you’d have to be lower than a hand & knees position outside to see how many pairs of feet were inside.
I am a man of my word (cough cough) so I was there, I wasn’t about to back out at this time. I followed Dan into the farthest stall, shut and locked the door. You know the drill then – zippers are pulled down, dick is pulled out and then eventually the nuts too.
Dan sat down and did a really nice job on the sucking. He got close to taking me all the way, but not quite there. I am used to that. Immediately he started the hand/mouth combo which typically is not the way I like to do it when I’m an eater, and that carries over to when I’m a feeder also. But it does help speed things up in these kinds of scenarios and public spaces.
Dan then wanted to know if it was ok if he took out his dick. Of course I said yes, if for no other reason than I’m a greedy pig who wanted to see what he had under his work slacks. …and it wasn’t too shabby. A solid 7+” and a good size thickness. If I had not been in feeder mode, I would have loved to swing on that. But time was a-wasting and we were both here for a primary mission: to get me off.
Soon enough Dan was sitting back on the toilet taking me to the zipper. There was no way I was unbuckling everything. One has to plan on the hasty retreats if necessary.
Though I did celebrate a birthday earlier in the week, I wasn’t feeling too much older. That is until he pulled off my dick and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes and said, “can I call you ‘daddy’”? Oy!!!!
I think any longtime reader of this blog will know an unofficial breakdown of me giving vs taking is about 10% to 90%, respectively. It has never occurred to me that I might one day be a father figure. In my heart (what little there is) and my head, I’m always ‘the boy’. But as the t-shirt says, ‘Even Daddies Need Daddies’.
He repeated the question and it was sort of rhetorical, as you could tell he wanted and needed me to tell him ‘yes’. And I did. Begrudgingly.
After that, I threw in a ‘son’ or ‘boy’ as he really went to work on my dick. Since it had been like 7-10 days since I had gotten off, and he was using his hand – it wasn’t taking me much to get there.
When I was right there, I told him to stop moving his hand, to start swallowing and not make a noise.
I know I shoot a big load anyway – but after a week, more often than not the eater gags on my load. I’m not bragging – just stating the recent facts since I’ve only started letting guys do the job I’ve been trained to do so well. Besides that I was in work clothes and didn’t want to wipe coughed up jizz off my pants – I could not have him draw attention to us by gagging and coughing.
I will say – the boy did a good job. He took it like a sperm-sucker and even lapped up any additional drops I squeezed out….and there was plenty of that too.
The poor guy wanted me to keep my dick out while he jacked off, but I tucked it away. I was trying to minimize our risks. Though I did stay for him to pump off a nice load onto the black marble-like tile. He told me, before he shot, that he would clean it up afterward.
I’ll have to take his word for that – since after he shot, I shot out the door, leaving him there.
Maybe I’ll let him have it again. Maybe not. I guess it is all in how the mood will strike both of us.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
DC in Two Parts - FUCK
Due to delayed air travel, my last time in DC was a bit more limited than I anticipated. I had about 45 hours in the city. Actually, this makes my encounters that much more impressive when you look at the numbers:
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
As much as I love sucking (and you know I do), I find it very masculine to take a good hard fuck. Yeah, some would say to take it would be to be the bitch, the woman, the fag. And while I can certainly identify with two of those adjectives (and enjoy being called them in the heat of the act), I think it takes a real man to be pounded by a hard dick.
Yet, I’m not really good about asking for it most of the time. I leave the options open when I post an ad, just to feel the other guy out. I know I’ve mentioned it here before, but I try not to determine the course of the encounter – not exactly anyway. I might try to talk them into things….or drop subtle suggestions which the majority of time, then they think whatever activity we do is their idea.
But then there are the guys who I just out and out say “I bet you fuck GREAT” – and it’s all it takes to feed their ego and for them to prove me right. Sometimes they do – sometimes I let my dick think for me and I’m not pleasantly surprised.
One guy I contacted had fucked me before. A few times before, actually. Each time "Steve" and I hook-up, he is better and better. This time was no exception. I was at a nice hotel and I’m sure the staff wondered who this guy was – in his camo shorts, his tank-top exposing massive amounts of ink on his upper arms and this bleached hair that was sculpted into a spike-ish faux-hawk. On the elevator ride up, I could see he had gone commando. His third leg told me he was excited to be there.
Yes, there was a little sucking, but for the most part we both knew what we wanted and there was no dance leading up to it. I had already laid out the Gun Oil and poppers on the bed stand. I greased him up and stroked him just so. I didn’t want him overly excited. He reached down and played with my nipples – which just always closes the deal. I grabbed the poppers, leaned back, took a long hit in each nostril and waited for him. It wasn’t long before he was between my legs nudging his very plump rod at my backdoor.
As fat as his dick is – and it’s not beer can anything, but it’s a good girth – the man can make it feel comfortable. His speed, his agility, his finesse, really works for him – and for me too. His pounding isn’t pain-inducing, just intense lust.
It wasn’t the longest time session we had….but it was the best so far. Too soon he was on the edge and his groans told me – and probably my next door neighbors - that ejaculation was close or in progress. As usual, he hopped in the shower, I’m assuming to avoid detection with his partner (I’m not above having guys cheat with me), and then was out the door….until next time.
I decided to call it a night at that point, being close to 11p. As soon as I turned off my light, my cell phone rang. Like a fool I answered and got talked into letting another guy come over. He had to have responded to my ad and I had to have answered with my phone number – but for the life of me I couldn’t place him (hey! The ads were very well responded to). He lived five minutes away…blah blah blah. I figured, ‘how long can this take?’.
It didn’t take long, but it was too long….if you know what I mean. I know some guys don’t like man-smells and I appreciate that. I like them, but to a certain degree. But I’d rather have a rank smelling man, then one who bathes in cologne…..including his crotch. Who the fuck does that? I don’t want a nose full of musk/flowers/whatever as I approach his dick. It was disgusting. Also, I don’t necessarily mind smokers (per se), but seriously guys I’m going to tell you smokers something no one will in person – it’s one thing not to want to kiss because of tobacco and it’s another to have to be subjected to the smell of clearly a heavy smoker who has stale breath each and every time he exhales (which during sex can be often). And when they are on top of you, looking down, it is constant and a turn-off. The mixture of the cologne, the breath and the mint gum unsuccessfully trying to cover the breath was too much.
Anyway – he fucked me a little with his little dick, but I wasn’t into it and I think he got the non-verbal message. He still felt the need to pull his pud and shot a miniscule load onto my ass then pushed it into my hole with his fingers. He was out the door as soon as he dressed
The next morning I was up before the crack of dawn and placed yet another craigslist ad, while signing into Manhunt. It’s amazing how many people cross-post and are the same people cruising at the same time. It’s a pretty small community on some levels. I’m not moaning – I was/am one of these guys.
That morning responses were slow in coming. Maybe it was the heat – maybe folks got tired of my postings, though I changed up the scope and pictures. One guy I had found interesting on Manhunt conversed with me and then cut me off. Oddly enough, he contacted me via craigslist – I’m assuming not realizing I was the same guy. I wasn’t about to tell him. The guy was hot, hairy and hung. I wanted him.
“Ed” showed about 10 minutes later, true to his picture. I got on my knees and took this hardening cock out of his shorts. Soon he had me pinned between the hotel wall and his thighs. At first I found his voice to be kind of nelly, but the more the matter turned to sex – the more he made it turn hot.
As I was down there, Ed’s hands found my nipples and I was like jelly. He was smart enough to know he had me wherever he wanted me….which turned out to be on my back on the bed. He grabbed the oil and slicked his dick up. Soon he was balls deep in my butt and it felt good. He had a nice thick long dick….at least 7.5”. His hairy ripped torso was above me as he pushed in and out of me. I think he was hesitant about being in me raw for about 2.8 seconds. If he was indeed concerned he kept it to himself and gave into the feeling of skin on skin after a few internal strokes. Then he just went (w)hole hog. As it is usually, he got too close too soon. But when it’s a good fuck – what IS the time limit? It’s never long enough when the guy is good and know what he’s doing. His groans told me he was there……..and then beyond.
The guy pumped a big load up my ass – and one I would gladly take from him any time he wanted. It seems he is willing in this regard. You can bet my next trip to DC I will contact him for another go-round.
Shortly after Ed left, I had another visitor. Older than he said…..not as thin as he said, but you get used to that stuff – at least to a degree. The ad I had placed actually was for getting a morning load. Not giving. This guy wanted it all….but I didn’t. Not with him.
I did get him to fuck me….which he was actually ok at. He dumped a 3-4 day load in me adding to all the others before I had to shower and hit the Metro to White Flint (it’s a long-ish ride with a butt full of jizz). After he was done, he attempted to go down on me. I wanted to lose my load – but not to him…and I had a work schedule to keep. I was up front with not wanting to get off but that didn’t stop him from trying to swoop down on my dick. When I stopped him he got really huffy and muttered to himself (as he dressed) like I wasn’t even there about ‘him wanting to get fucked but not letting me suck him’.
It’s the good and the bad. I just take it as it cums.
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
As much as I love sucking (and you know I do), I find it very masculine to take a good hard fuck. Yeah, some would say to take it would be to be the bitch, the woman, the fag. And while I can certainly identify with two of those adjectives (and enjoy being called them in the heat of the act), I think it takes a real man to be pounded by a hard dick.
Yet, I’m not really good about asking for it most of the time. I leave the options open when I post an ad, just to feel the other guy out. I know I’ve mentioned it here before, but I try not to determine the course of the encounter – not exactly anyway. I might try to talk them into things….or drop subtle suggestions which the majority of time, then they think whatever activity we do is their idea.
But then there are the guys who I just out and out say “I bet you fuck GREAT” – and it’s all it takes to feed their ego and for them to prove me right. Sometimes they do – sometimes I let my dick think for me and I’m not pleasantly surprised.
One guy I contacted had fucked me before. A few times before, actually. Each time "Steve" and I hook-up, he is better and better. This time was no exception. I was at a nice hotel and I’m sure the staff wondered who this guy was – in his camo shorts, his tank-top exposing massive amounts of ink on his upper arms and this bleached hair that was sculpted into a spike-ish faux-hawk. On the elevator ride up, I could see he had gone commando. His third leg told me he was excited to be there.
Yes, there was a little sucking, but for the most part we both knew what we wanted and there was no dance leading up to it. I had already laid out the Gun Oil and poppers on the bed stand. I greased him up and stroked him just so. I didn’t want him overly excited. He reached down and played with my nipples – which just always closes the deal. I grabbed the poppers, leaned back, took a long hit in each nostril and waited for him. It wasn’t long before he was between my legs nudging his very plump rod at my backdoor.
As fat as his dick is – and it’s not beer can anything, but it’s a good girth – the man can make it feel comfortable. His speed, his agility, his finesse, really works for him – and for me too. His pounding isn’t pain-inducing, just intense lust.
It wasn’t the longest time session we had….but it was the best so far. Too soon he was on the edge and his groans told me – and probably my next door neighbors - that ejaculation was close or in progress. As usual, he hopped in the shower, I’m assuming to avoid detection with his partner (I’m not above having guys cheat with me), and then was out the door….until next time.
I decided to call it a night at that point, being close to 11p. As soon as I turned off my light, my cell phone rang. Like a fool I answered and got talked into letting another guy come over. He had to have responded to my ad and I had to have answered with my phone number – but for the life of me I couldn’t place him (hey! The ads were very well responded to). He lived five minutes away…blah blah blah. I figured, ‘how long can this take?’.
It didn’t take long, but it was too long….if you know what I mean. I know some guys don’t like man-smells and I appreciate that. I like them, but to a certain degree. But I’d rather have a rank smelling man, then one who bathes in cologne…..including his crotch. Who the fuck does that? I don’t want a nose full of musk/flowers/whatever as I approach his dick. It was disgusting. Also, I don’t necessarily mind smokers (per se), but seriously guys I’m going to tell you smokers something no one will in person – it’s one thing not to want to kiss because of tobacco and it’s another to have to be subjected to the smell of clearly a heavy smoker who has stale breath each and every time he exhales (which during sex can be often). And when they are on top of you, looking down, it is constant and a turn-off. The mixture of the cologne, the breath and the mint gum unsuccessfully trying to cover the breath was too much.
Anyway – he fucked me a little with his little dick, but I wasn’t into it and I think he got the non-verbal message. He still felt the need to pull his pud and shot a miniscule load onto my ass then pushed it into my hole with his fingers. He was out the door as soon as he dressed
The next morning I was up before the crack of dawn and placed yet another craigslist ad, while signing into Manhunt. It’s amazing how many people cross-post and are the same people cruising at the same time. It’s a pretty small community on some levels. I’m not moaning – I was/am one of these guys.
That morning responses were slow in coming. Maybe it was the heat – maybe folks got tired of my postings, though I changed up the scope and pictures. One guy I had found interesting on Manhunt conversed with me and then cut me off. Oddly enough, he contacted me via craigslist – I’m assuming not realizing I was the same guy. I wasn’t about to tell him. The guy was hot, hairy and hung. I wanted him.
“Ed” showed about 10 minutes later, true to his picture. I got on my knees and took this hardening cock out of his shorts. Soon he had me pinned between the hotel wall and his thighs. At first I found his voice to be kind of nelly, but the more the matter turned to sex – the more he made it turn hot.
As I was down there, Ed’s hands found my nipples and I was like jelly. He was smart enough to know he had me wherever he wanted me….which turned out to be on my back on the bed. He grabbed the oil and slicked his dick up. Soon he was balls deep in my butt and it felt good. He had a nice thick long dick….at least 7.5”. His hairy ripped torso was above me as he pushed in and out of me. I think he was hesitant about being in me raw for about 2.8 seconds. If he was indeed concerned he kept it to himself and gave into the feeling of skin on skin after a few internal strokes. Then he just went (w)hole hog. As it is usually, he got too close too soon. But when it’s a good fuck – what IS the time limit? It’s never long enough when the guy is good and know what he’s doing. His groans told me he was there……..and then beyond.
The guy pumped a big load up my ass – and one I would gladly take from him any time he wanted. It seems he is willing in this regard. You can bet my next trip to DC I will contact him for another go-round.
Shortly after Ed left, I had another visitor. Older than he said…..not as thin as he said, but you get used to that stuff – at least to a degree. The ad I had placed actually was for getting a morning load. Not giving. This guy wanted it all….but I didn’t. Not with him.
I did get him to fuck me….which he was actually ok at. He dumped a 3-4 day load in me adding to all the others before I had to shower and hit the Metro to White Flint (it’s a long-ish ride with a butt full of jizz). After he was done, he attempted to go down on me. I wanted to lose my load – but not to him…and I had a work schedule to keep. I was up front with not wanting to get off but that didn’t stop him from trying to swoop down on my dick. When I stopped him he got really huffy and muttered to himself (as he dressed) like I wasn’t even there about ‘him wanting to get fucked but not letting me suck him’.
It’s the good and the bad. I just take it as it cums.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
DC in Two Parts - SUCK
Due to delayed air travel, my last time in DC was a bit more limited than I anticipated. I had about 45 hours in the city. Actually, this makes my encounters that much more impressive when you look at the numbers:
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
The hotel was a nice one, but problematic for someone like me. They were very safety conscious – so much so that a key card was needed to activate the elevators. That meant, instead of “them” knocking on my door – or me leaving my door open for them (which I love the sleaziness of), I had to go meet them down in the lobby. I am sure the hotel staff was on to me by the end of my stay.
After my delay into the city, I immediately put up a post saying that I needed a load soon. Luckily it was right at the end of most people’s work day and I had quite a few responses by guys who wanted to drop a nut before heading home.
But then I placed ads in the early mornings before I started my day too…and I get the responses there too. After a week, the sequence is blurry. Keep in mind – this is only the suck section of this trip. I will give you highlights – but in no particular order:
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He was the only guy I didn’t host – he had the place and I was fine with going there. “Eric” was in a hotel and I assumed was a traveler like me – but his room told me different. A ‘real’ bed, groceries on the counter, a very lived in couch and throw rug. He also had a flat screen tv – but not the hotel kind. This guy was living there and I can only assume he worked there and they provided him space to live.
Eric answered the door with just a towel around his waist, clearly having just emerged from the shower. This body was flawless and after he dropped his towel, I saw that his dick was too. Almost 8.5” and good thickness. His abs were tight and defined. The face was handsome too – but I didn’t get a long look at it.
Taking my suit coat off, shirt and tie still on (remember the earlier guy I had blown disrobed entirely) I was on my knees taking him far down his shaft. And by far down, of course I mean -all the way. He was verbal /non-verbal. Noises without words. Grunts. Moans. Groans. And hips that could move. He didn’t mind his hand on the back of my head – and I kind of liked it there too. He put it firmly there after about 15 minutes when he decided to let loose. I think he could have gone longer – as could have I, but the day was young and we both had to work.
I gladly took everything he had to offer. And he gladly gave it. He did have a sensitive dick after cumming – one of the most I’ve seen in a long time. But I wasn’t about to let that seed go to waste. I kept my mouth off the tender areas and milked his shaft with my hand until the last drops of pearly semen came to the head. Only then would I swipe that with my flattened tongue. I cleaned it off good – like he’d just showered.
I don’t normally email a thank you after the fact. For Eric – I did, in hopes I got another chance later on in my travels.
Here’s hoping…………
Airport time: 4 hrs
Sleep time: 12 hours (over 2 days)
Work time: 19 hours (over 2 days)
Sex time: 10 hours (over 2 days)
9 Guys
11 Loads
The hotel was a nice one, but problematic for someone like me. They were very safety conscious – so much so that a key card was needed to activate the elevators. That meant, instead of “them” knocking on my door – or me leaving my door open for them (which I love the sleaziness of), I had to go meet them down in the lobby. I am sure the hotel staff was on to me by the end of my stay.
After my delay into the city, I immediately put up a post saying that I needed a load soon. Luckily it was right at the end of most people’s work day and I had quite a few responses by guys who wanted to drop a nut before heading home.
But then I placed ads in the early mornings before I started my day too…and I get the responses there too. After a week, the sequence is blurry. Keep in mind – this is only the suck section of this trip. I will give you highlights – but in no particular order:
- One guy was from the previous posting: Freak-a-Zoid. I won’t repeat that story.
- One was a referral from a previous visit. A large (not fat) married black guy. Maybe 7” – but thick and uncut. Is it just me, or is there not many uncut black men out there? I certainly don’t see them. But he was good enough to drop two loads without much effort. He was thick enough to stretch my lips, that is for sure. I don’t know I’d go out of my way to do him again, but I was doing it more for the guy who referred him to me.
- Another two load guy was a 40ish Hispanic man with a smaller uncut dick. An ok guy – but he was in a hurry. His partner already knew he had left the office. You know I like guys who cheat – so I was down with it. That he could get two loads off in a short amount of time was impressive to me. He might be fun to play with for a longer period of time and for more than just sucking - but I took what I could get.
- A boyish looking man on his way to work. DC is a town where one wears their work credentials on their shirt – literally. Wearing your ID badge to get in and out of buildings seems to be part of the dress code. So it was little surprise that this guy had one on. I wasn’t looking for or at his name – but it was hard to miss the workplace. It just happens to be one that I do some contracting work for on my trips to DC. I decided not to mention that to him. But his dick was average at best – so was his load. He was one of these guys who insisted in completely undressing for a blowjob. What is the point of that really? I mean IF you had a great body and wanted to show it off. Or maybe he likes his skin – and that’s cool. But for a blow n go…..it seems like a waste of time.
- Some married business man was in the mix too – who was only fair. Not even good enough to expound on.
- The best guy – without a doubt was an early morning guy in need. His picture was hot and he was about four blocks from me.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
Eric answered the door with just a towel around his waist, clearly having just emerged from the shower. This body was flawless and after he dropped his towel, I saw that his dick was too. Almost 8.5” and good thickness. His abs were tight and defined. The face was handsome too – but I didn’t get a long look at it.
Taking my suit coat off, shirt and tie still on (remember the earlier guy I had blown disrobed entirely) I was on my knees taking him far down his shaft. And by far down, of course I mean -all the way. He was verbal /non-verbal. Noises without words. Grunts. Moans. Groans. And hips that could move. He didn’t mind his hand on the back of my head – and I kind of liked it there too. He put it firmly there after about 15 minutes when he decided to let loose. I think he could have gone longer – as could have I, but the day was young and we both had to work.
I gladly took everything he had to offer. And he gladly gave it. He did have a sensitive dick after cumming – one of the most I’ve seen in a long time. But I wasn’t about to let that seed go to waste. I kept my mouth off the tender areas and milked his shaft with my hand until the last drops of pearly semen came to the head. Only then would I swipe that with my flattened tongue. I cleaned it off good – like he’d just showered.
I don’t normally email a thank you after the fact. For Eric – I did, in hopes I got another chance later on in my travels.
Here’s hoping…………
Friday, August 10, 2007
Do I Attract em or WHAT?
Yes, it is possible I am a huge douchebag - but honestly, I do not think so.
A few months ago a guy responded to a craigslist posting of mine and when I did not respond the way he, Miss Manners or Emily Post would have considerered proper (I wasn't an asshole, I just didn't use the right magic words) - this guy attempted to rip me a new one.
So over a week ago, he responded to another ad I had posted. Yes, it was an anonymous ad, but when I saw his email and picture and knowing how he replied last time, I just ignored it completely. I deleted the email actually.
Today I get a follow-up to his reply from 8-9 days ago!!!! Since I never replied, he didn't have my email address. He actually went back into craigslist to find the ad to re-respond to it. Seriously - WHO DOES THAT?
So, I can't help it (oh - yes, I can, but I'm not going to) - here is the email exchange, complete with grammatical mistakes. My text is in yellow. His in blue.
So you know I'm not a 100% dick - I didn't publish his email address....of which I am soooooo tempted.
Hey -
Real class demonstrated there man. You weren't interested, so you couldn't be bothered to take all of like 15 seconds to send like a "thanks, not interested" email back, even when I had mentioned: "if you not interested, NOT a problem---SERIOUS, just let me know this, ie. I'll know you got/read the email!"? Lol. Classic, typical. Whewww.
Your WELCOME for the reply/compliments paid you.
It was NOT (read: NOT) a problem you weren't interested man---SERIOUS---I was JUST prompted to speak up when encounter the lack of the same AND similar decorum/class as your going to want demonstrated come your way soon 'nough. LOL.
I'm glad that BASIC PRINCIPLE of life: "reap what ya sow" applies to ALL men---regardless of ones' acknowledgement of it's existence or not, or ones' current state of mind.
Adios.
Well considering last time I answered one of your responses but didn't use the word 'please' or 'thank you' and you went on a 2 page tirade regarding that, I didn't really feel it was in my best interest to respond to your reply for this ad.
You have a knack of alienating guys.
"dude" your ass is so far up your ass (can you say: DELUSIONAL) that you wouldn't recognize a sound thought if your life depended on it!
You sorry exscuse for what a mans' character should be. Here again you demonstrate condencention "two page tirade" LOL. You fucken women with a set of atrophying balls.
And your "logic"...how you arrive to reasoning: "...you really didn't think it was in your best interest to reply back? Man, your pitiful.
Listen, re-read what I said PLAINLY in the last email I said...read it s-l-o-w-l-y so you can absorb it...give your jumbled mind a fighting chance to MAYBE comprehend what I PLAINLY said. (I mean it's not like I used big $ 5 dollar words there....or here!)
I think the best thing that could happen to yourself: that you continue in your fucked thinking, "logic" processes...continue to bring upon yourself the same and similar shit character types as you sow. Bring upon your OWN destruction, sooner rather than later. Really. I would willingly bet a nice piece of change that your too far gone upstairs to realize any semblance of SOUNDNESS comming back to that mind of yours. Really. I bet I'd win the wager. No shit.
Listen, again: you DID me a favor. My only hope for yourself is that you reap ten fold, the same and similar shit character types....in ALL thier irritating, ugly manifestations into that trifling life of yours.
YOUR loss jack.
Do me a favor, PLEASE: BLOCK my email address so as I don't make the mistatke ever in the future inadvertently re-replying to ANY of your future posts'
By the way: save your email come back...I know that ANYTHING that emmanates from that mind of yours will be nothing more than the same horseshitreasoning, logic. (Read: your email addy b-l-o-c-k-e-d.)
And Also: WRONG: I don't alienate men from myself jack...(here again is your POMPOUS, then DELUSIONAL selfs' mind conclusion entering here) I have met some decent men online---VERY few of a good character type---very few I'd be willing to consider MY friend that is. (that is they may be nice to look at...nothing much else there of substance I would want though to be a part of)I DO alienate (desired result---hello?) those of the caliber of character types' such as what your ass demonstrates itself to posess, yes. I don't wish to have NOTHING to do with them...I don't give a fuck how good they may look, etc.
Adios.
Wow. I rest my case.
Am I a dick? Is he unhinged? Are these questions rhetorical? Would I have to define for him what 'rhetorical' meant? Do you think he took spanish in high school?
All these questions will never be answered......because he blocked me!!!!! boooo-fuckin-hoooo.
A few months ago a guy responded to a craigslist posting of mine and when I did not respond the way he, Miss Manners or Emily Post would have considerered proper (I wasn't an asshole, I just didn't use the right magic words) - this guy attempted to rip me a new one.
So over a week ago, he responded to another ad I had posted. Yes, it was an anonymous ad, but when I saw his email and picture and knowing how he replied last time, I just ignored it completely. I deleted the email actually.
Today I get a follow-up to his reply from 8-9 days ago!!!! Since I never replied, he didn't have my email address. He actually went back into craigslist to find the ad to re-respond to it. Seriously - WHO DOES THAT?
So, I can't help it (oh - yes, I can, but I'm not going to) - here is the email exchange, complete with grammatical mistakes. My text is in yellow. His in blue.
So you know I'm not a 100% dick - I didn't publish his email address....of which I am soooooo tempted.
Hey -
Real class demonstrated there man. You weren't interested, so you couldn't be bothered to take all of like 15 seconds to send like a "thanks, not interested" email back, even when I had mentioned: "if you not interested, NOT a problem---SERIOUS, just let me know this, ie. I'll know you got/read the email!"? Lol. Classic, typical. Whewww.
Your WELCOME for the reply/compliments paid you.
It was NOT (read: NOT) a problem you weren't interested man---SERIOUS---I was JUST prompted to speak up when encounter the lack of the same AND similar decorum/class as your going to want demonstrated come your way soon 'nough. LOL.
I'm glad that BASIC PRINCIPLE of life: "reap what ya sow" applies to ALL men---regardless of ones' acknowledgement of it's existence or not, or ones' current state of mind.
Adios.
Well considering last time I answered one of your responses but didn't use the word 'please' or 'thank you' and you went on a 2 page tirade regarding that, I didn't really feel it was in my best interest to respond to your reply for this ad.
You have a knack of alienating guys.
"dude" your ass is so far up your ass (can you say: DELUSIONAL) that you wouldn't recognize a sound thought if your life depended on it!
You sorry exscuse for what a mans' character should be. Here again you demonstrate condencention "two page tirade" LOL. You fucken women with a set of atrophying balls.
And your "logic"...how you arrive to reasoning: "...you really didn't think it was in your best interest to reply back? Man, your pitiful.
Listen, re-read what I said PLAINLY in the last email I said...read it s-l-o-w-l-y so you can absorb it...give your jumbled mind a fighting chance to MAYBE comprehend what I PLAINLY said. (I mean it's not like I used big $ 5 dollar words there....or here!)
I think the best thing that could happen to yourself: that you continue in your fucked thinking, "logic" processes...continue to bring upon yourself the same and similar shit character types as you sow. Bring upon your OWN destruction, sooner rather than later. Really. I would willingly bet a nice piece of change that your too far gone upstairs to realize any semblance of SOUNDNESS comming back to that mind of yours. Really. I bet I'd win the wager. No shit.
Listen, again: you DID me a favor. My only hope for yourself is that you reap ten fold, the same and similar shit character types....in ALL thier irritating, ugly manifestations into that trifling life of yours.
YOUR loss jack.
Do me a favor, PLEASE: BLOCK my email address so as I don't make the mistatke ever in the future inadvertently re-replying to ANY of your future posts'
By the way: save your email come back...I know that ANYTHING that emmanates from that mind of yours will be nothing more than the same horseshitreasoning, logic. (Read: your email addy b-l-o-c-k-e-d.)
And Also: WRONG: I don't alienate men from myself jack...(here again is your POMPOUS, then DELUSIONAL selfs' mind conclusion entering here) I have met some decent men online---VERY few of a good character type---very few I'd be willing to consider MY friend that is. (that is they may be nice to look at...nothing much else there of substance I would want though to be a part of)I DO alienate (desired result---hello?) those of the caliber of character types' such as what your ass demonstrates itself to posess, yes. I don't wish to have NOTHING to do with them...I don't give a fuck how good they may look, etc.
Adios.
Wow. I rest my case.
Am I a dick? Is he unhinged? Are these questions rhetorical? Would I have to define for him what 'rhetorical' meant? Do you think he took spanish in high school?
All these questions will never be answered......because he blocked me!!!!! boooo-fuckin-hoooo.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Freak-a-Zoid
It happens with anyone who has hooked up on any consistent basis: encountering the weirdo.
I’m not talking the total psycho. I reserve those more for dating – or they sit and wait for me, I should say.
But a recent hook-up was one for the record books. Or at least the blog. I doubt he’ll read it and don’t really give a fuck if he does.
I was in DC (as usual) and from a craigslist ad, he found me. I had a few other people on the line for hook-up – all of whom I ditched for a chance with this guy. As you can see from the picture why I might have made him the chosen one. There is a price to falling for vanity as I was soon to find out.
As hot as his picture is – the man exceeded all expectations. The body was better. The body was hairier (a good thing – for me). He was older, but not old. The man had lines around his eyes that I found incredibly sexy. And the hair on his head was pretty nice too. His voice was low and masculine and the stuff that radio disk jockeys would kill for. The body itself was close to perfection. I do not say that lightly. I could not figure out why this guy would want to be with me.
The second “Kevin” made it into the room, his shorts were around his ankles. The dick was a solid 6.5” and I do mean SOLID. The guy had a metal cockring, but hardware that I’ve ever seen has made anyone’s penis THAT hard. I don’t know if he had chemical help establishing that erection or not. And not once in the 60-90 minutes we were together that dick ever waver in stiffness.
The weird part started almost immediately. I don’t mind a man whose breath smelled of scotch – but clearly he’d been drinking. Ok…I can attribute it to nerves. As a matter of fact he said he was nervous…..about 72 times. Do nervous guys drop their shorts before the hotel room door is shut? Do guys who are nervous maintain an erection made out of cement for 90 minutes? Je think not.
Then it was, “I’ve never done this before”. Before the evening was up, it was “this is only the eighth time I’ve done this”. I’m thinking the eighth time this week. As I ate his ass, I think I could have lost a fist in it. Hot: yes. Virgin: no.
Then we went through the, I have to be discrete – you won’t tell anyone right? (Do 400 readers per day count?) I think he repeated that question only two dozen times or so.
Let’s move on to the poppers. “What are these things? I’ve never seen them before” But then proceeded to put them to each nostril for long long inhales. Not bad for someone who doesn’t know what they are. “Are these heroin? Is there coke in here?” I think those questions only got asked 18-20 times.
He certainly had the body of a military man – which he claimed to still be active. I have never made it with a career military guy who didn’t have even a little bit of ink on him….and he didn’t. At this point I wasn’t believing anything this guy said anyway.
Yeah, he said he was married – and he doesn’t cheat, except for some hookers when he was stationed in Korea and Thailand. But he wouldn’t fuck me because of potential disease. I think he just equated me to being below an asian street whore…..but I’m not sure.
That being said – shortly afterward, he got a glazed look on his eyes, pushed me back and pushed my legs over my head with a vengeance. There was nothing nice about this and exerted pressure of a good amount of force – all the while threatening to breed me and make me his bitch.
Most any other time I would find this highly erotic – but for all his annoyances, he was not beginning to scare me just slightly. He’d let up for a few seconds and then exert greater strength to this effort – but never following through on making me his anything.
I finally got him to let me blow him some more (yeah, I guess I did more than just eat his ass before, but not much else – though he liked his pits licked…and they smelled and tasted like MAN pits) and I finally coaxed a mediocre load out – in size and taste.
Considering the amount of loads I milked out of other guys this trip (stories coming up), I couldn’t help feel that the 90 minutes I was with him were a waste. I could have taken 2-3 other guys….easily. And without the questions.
I’m not talking the total psycho. I reserve those more for dating – or they sit and wait for me, I should say.
But a recent hook-up was one for the record books. Or at least the blog. I doubt he’ll read it and don’t really give a fuck if he does.
I was in DC (as usual) and from a craigslist ad, he found me. I had a few other people on the line for hook-up – all of whom I ditched for a chance with this guy. As you can see from the picture why I might have made him the chosen one. There is a price to falling for vanity as I was soon to find out.
As hot as his picture is – the man exceeded all expectations. The body was better. The body was hairier (a good thing – for me). He was older, but not old. The man had lines around his eyes that I found incredibly sexy. And the hair on his head was pretty nice too. His voice was low and masculine and the stuff that radio disk jockeys would kill for. The body itself was close to perfection. I do not say that lightly. I could not figure out why this guy would want to be with me.The second “Kevin” made it into the room, his shorts were around his ankles. The dick was a solid 6.5” and I do mean SOLID. The guy had a metal cockring, but hardware that I’ve ever seen has made anyone’s penis THAT hard. I don’t know if he had chemical help establishing that erection or not. And not once in the 60-90 minutes we were together that dick ever waver in stiffness.
The weird part started almost immediately. I don’t mind a man whose breath smelled of scotch – but clearly he’d been drinking. Ok…I can attribute it to nerves. As a matter of fact he said he was nervous…..about 72 times. Do nervous guys drop their shorts before the hotel room door is shut? Do guys who are nervous maintain an erection made out of cement for 90 minutes? Je think not.
Then it was, “I’ve never done this before”. Before the evening was up, it was “this is only the eighth time I’ve done this”. I’m thinking the eighth time this week. As I ate his ass, I think I could have lost a fist in it. Hot: yes. Virgin: no.
Then we went through the, I have to be discrete – you won’t tell anyone right? (Do 400 readers per day count?) I think he repeated that question only two dozen times or so.
Let’s move on to the poppers. “What are these things? I’ve never seen them before” But then proceeded to put them to each nostril for long long inhales. Not bad for someone who doesn’t know what they are. “Are these heroin? Is there coke in here?” I think those questions only got asked 18-20 times.
He certainly had the body of a military man – which he claimed to still be active. I have never made it with a career military guy who didn’t have even a little bit of ink on him….and he didn’t. At this point I wasn’t believing anything this guy said anyway.
Yeah, he said he was married – and he doesn’t cheat, except for some hookers when he was stationed in Korea and Thailand. But he wouldn’t fuck me because of potential disease. I think he just equated me to being below an asian street whore…..but I’m not sure.
That being said – shortly afterward, he got a glazed look on his eyes, pushed me back and pushed my legs over my head with a vengeance. There was nothing nice about this and exerted pressure of a good amount of force – all the while threatening to breed me and make me his bitch.
Most any other time I would find this highly erotic – but for all his annoyances, he was not beginning to scare me just slightly. He’d let up for a few seconds and then exert greater strength to this effort – but never following through on making me his anything.
I finally got him to let me blow him some more (yeah, I guess I did more than just eat his ass before, but not much else – though he liked his pits licked…and they smelled and tasted like MAN pits) and I finally coaxed a mediocre load out – in size and taste.
Considering the amount of loads I milked out of other guys this trip (stories coming up), I couldn’t help feel that the 90 minutes I was with him were a waste. I could have taken 2-3 other guys….easily. And without the questions.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
$101.01
Is that too much to spend on porn, lube and poppers?
It probably is - but I did it anyway.
While I have had pretty good luck getting laid while I travel on the road for this job, there is always the chance I will just need my left hand - though you all know I rarely rarely rarely jack off.
But I picked up a Treasure Island Media double DVD disk, a bottle of Gun Oil and some unmarked poppers. The only reason I got those is because they are one of the few I don't think I've ever tried - so what the heck.
It was then the clerk told me they were $25. $25?????????? He then told me to be careful with them or they'd blow my fuckin head off. (ok....I added the 'fuckin'' part).
I'm off to DC tomorrow morning - so we'll see if the oil and poppers work - or if it will be me and my left hand.
It probably is - but I did it anyway.
While I have had pretty good luck getting laid while I travel on the road for this job, there is always the chance I will just need my left hand - though you all know I rarely rarely rarely jack off.
But I picked up a Treasure Island Media double DVD disk, a bottle of Gun Oil and some unmarked poppers. The only reason I got those is because they are one of the few I don't think I've ever tried - so what the heck.
It was then the clerk told me they were $25. $25?????????? He then told me to be careful with them or they'd blow my fuckin head off. (ok....I added the 'fuckin'' part).
I'm off to DC tomorrow morning - so we'll see if the oil and poppers work - or if it will be me and my left hand.
Friday, July 27, 2007
More Adventures
Long time no hear from – eh?
I’ll try to rectify that. Or rectal-fy. (oh…I kill me!)
I was back in DC last week and another round of ads on Manhunt and craigslist. And by round of ads, I think I placed one each. Manhunt hasn’t done much for me but I have never failed to score via craigslist.
If you notice, sooooo many bottoms advertise there that you’d think there is no way I’d get “lucky” when I posted. Clearly, that isn’t the problem. There seem to be a number of guys looking to get off. That I put it out there that I am from out of town probably doesn’t hurt. I’m guessing they can feel like they can unzip, get off and go. Which is pretty much I what I fuckin’ want them to do.
This time I threw out an ad for married guys. I never really get that specific, but I figured if nothing panned out, I’d just submit a more general ad. As it turns out none was needed. I’m guessing I got almost two dozen responses. A few got tossed out by me immediately. A few tossed me out after I responded to them. It is sexual darwanism at its most basic.
It ended up coming down to a few guys. As usual, guys fell through the cracks (no pun intended….or maybe not), so I ended up with three encounters.
Guy #1
A kid (27 yo) from Turkish descent. He presented better than the picture he sent. He was thin they flabby – if that makes sense. His cock was about 6.5” and thin. But he was enthusiastic. Playing hookey from work, he dropped by and dropped his shorts.
The kid wanted to kiss, and I’m down with that – but immediately, before lips even attempted to lock, I knew he’d be bad at it. The guy came at me with teeth bared – it wasn’t so much a pucker as a silent growl. It was no fun kissing him, so I avoided it by hitting my knees.
He seemed appreciative of my mouth to cock action. At least his staff responded. We played in a few positions: me on my knees, him standing or me on my knees, him sitting on the edge of the bed or me on my back on the bed, him above me. It was all doable. I did pull out the digital camera, and pics were taken, but none of them were very flattering to me…in the slightest, so you will not be seeing them here! I never delete them from my hard drive though….it’s ok for posterity sake. But, in almost no time at all after the picture session (I think it turned him on), he was getting his nut…and I was taking it. Every drop of it. In almost no time after that, he was pulling up his shorts and out the door.
Guy #2
A second man who represented in real-life much better than his picture let on. His picture seemingly made him look beefier and blonder than he was. Not that I would have turned that down either. But he was slightly slimmer than his pic and the hair had a silvery glint to the blond.
During our email exchanges he asked if I had condoms (as if!), lube and had cleaned myself out. I had lube. But I also mentioned nowhere did I mention that I agreed to take it up the ass. He sent back a ‘just in case you wanted to’ email. I told him I would clean out – and hit a drug store.
The guy showed and like I said, was pretty hot. Inked in a number of places, between that and his body, I pegged him for ex-military. Something he didn’t acknowledge or deny.
I believe I got to suck him for all of five minutes before he pulled me off and said, ‘oh yeah – you’re gonna take it up the ass’. Whether I wanted to or not (I did), I liked his cocky, self-assured attitude best of all. Anyone who reads this blog for content usually never sees one word ‘rubber’ or ‘condom’. This guy insisted on it and he was hot enough for me to look the other way. Not literally – as him ripping open the wrapper with his teeth was as trite as it was hot. He could pull off the entire act – and he did.
The dick was almost 7”, but meaty. And he knew how to use it. He said he’d be gentle, but neither of us believed it – not that either of us stated it. Just one of those things guys know. He softly put the head to my ass and then pushed it in balls-deep….all with a cocky grin on his face.
With not chance for me to adjust, he just started plugging away. As I mentioned, he was very adept on how to use what he had. During the act – he mentioned he started fucking guys when he was 14 – starting with his father’s best friend, through the military and well, up to that very second.
He did a really good job of pumping my butt, but he said, “Look how fuckin’ easy you are! I’m giving it to you hard and you seem to be able to take it pretty well”. He was giving to me good, but not hard. Not as hard as he thought – or maybe as hard as I had taken it in the past. Maybe I am easy. (discuss amongst yourselves!)
Clearly he was in this only for himself…..and that’s ok. I am so down with that, I cannot even begin to relay. I’ve tried in the past with guys and for some reason, they seem to have to justify their wanton lust and pretend to say they care about my pleasure too…or worse….that they apologize for how I’ve been treated by others where I like it that way.
He was not one of these guys.
After about 30 minutes he pulled out and stood next to my head and told me to put it in my mouth. Gladly I took it. But just as glad that he took ahold of my head and pushed it in deep. You know how I like an aggressive guy who takes over that way – even though deep down he knows I’m more than willing.
I did toss him my camera to take pics, which he was good with. He snapped a few of my extended tongue and his load squirting out of him and onto said tongue. I MIGHT crop them and post here, but I might not. No begging for them – it won’t do you any good.
The load was sizeable (considering he had gotten off earlier in the day) and tasted good. He had no desire to get a copy of the pics. He said he saw the real thing. He really wanted no reminder of this event. The perfect as-anonymous-encounter-you-can-get-via-the-internet-where-email-addresses-are exchanged encounter.
Guy #3
This guy almost didn’t happen. He was my one Manhunt hook-up. Great exchanges and he left for the hotel – 30 minute arrival time. After 70 minutes, I fuckin gave up on him and went out to dinner with friends.
I came back and the guy was back on Manhunt. Within seconds he said he was heading to my place. Whereas it might have been 30 minutes in his last estimation, I think he was there in 15. Good looking. Hairy. Jewish. My three weaknesses (not in that order).
The man was a kisser. He was aggressive about it and good at it too. I’m sure by the time we were done, my lips and surrounding areas were red and slightly swollen. And it was so worth it.
The cock was again, average (not that there is anything wrong with that), but the man knew how to use it….as well as he did his mouth. He could take me to the root and without the hint of a tooth or gag reflex. He liked how I took him all the way down also. But I knew that with him – it was not going to end in oral gratification.
We ended up fucking in ever position. We started with me on my back at the edge of the bed, but ended up moving everywhere around it. Then, of course, there was me kneeling on the bed at the edge with him behind me. His favourite was me sitting on his dick. I love that too – I cannot deny, but it is so hard to control myself from shooting. I can do that without touching myself when I’m riding a dick. He liked it best when I’d lean back and his cock was in me at I guess a 30 degree angle (I’m not a math whiz). Yeah – he loved that. And I loved it – looking at his lust-filled face as I rode him and he’d meet my downstrokes with an upward thrust. He made the most of what he had.
Eventually he got me on my stomach and bred me like a bitch. That was hot – his mouth at my ear….him pumping away hard. But I did want to see his face as he got close to and commenced the ejaculation process. Alas, it was not meant to be. With full weight atop of me, his load shot up my ass and I took it all. But you knew that.
Naturally, I always expect guys to be done after they cum. I am really ok with that. But this guy was concerned I didn’t get off…..so he went to work with his mouth to make sure it happened. It took a little while (damn fuckin poppers!), but he scored a six or seven day load out of me. I may have gagged him a bit – and well, I kind of like that.
Not bad for a day’s work. And here I am – headed back to DC in two days. Now I’m looking for all new adventures.
I’ll try to rectify that. Or rectal-fy. (oh…I kill me!)
I was back in DC last week and another round of ads on Manhunt and craigslist. And by round of ads, I think I placed one each. Manhunt hasn’t done much for me but I have never failed to score via craigslist.
If you notice, sooooo many bottoms advertise there that you’d think there is no way I’d get “lucky” when I posted. Clearly, that isn’t the problem. There seem to be a number of guys looking to get off. That I put it out there that I am from out of town probably doesn’t hurt. I’m guessing they can feel like they can unzip, get off and go. Which is pretty much I what I fuckin’ want them to do.
This time I threw out an ad for married guys. I never really get that specific, but I figured if nothing panned out, I’d just submit a more general ad. As it turns out none was needed. I’m guessing I got almost two dozen responses. A few got tossed out by me immediately. A few tossed me out after I responded to them. It is sexual darwanism at its most basic.
It ended up coming down to a few guys. As usual, guys fell through the cracks (no pun intended….or maybe not), so I ended up with three encounters.
Guy #1
A kid (27 yo) from Turkish descent. He presented better than the picture he sent. He was thin they flabby – if that makes sense. His cock was about 6.5” and thin. But he was enthusiastic. Playing hookey from work, he dropped by and dropped his shorts.
The kid wanted to kiss, and I’m down with that – but immediately, before lips even attempted to lock, I knew he’d be bad at it. The guy came at me with teeth bared – it wasn’t so much a pucker as a silent growl. It was no fun kissing him, so I avoided it by hitting my knees.
He seemed appreciative of my mouth to cock action. At least his staff responded. We played in a few positions: me on my knees, him standing or me on my knees, him sitting on the edge of the bed or me on my back on the bed, him above me. It was all doable. I did pull out the digital camera, and pics were taken, but none of them were very flattering to me…in the slightest, so you will not be seeing them here! I never delete them from my hard drive though….it’s ok for posterity sake. But, in almost no time at all after the picture session (I think it turned him on), he was getting his nut…and I was taking it. Every drop of it. In almost no time after that, he was pulling up his shorts and out the door.
Guy #2
A second man who represented in real-life much better than his picture let on. His picture seemingly made him look beefier and blonder than he was. Not that I would have turned that down either. But he was slightly slimmer than his pic and the hair had a silvery glint to the blond.
During our email exchanges he asked if I had condoms (as if!), lube and had cleaned myself out. I had lube. But I also mentioned nowhere did I mention that I agreed to take it up the ass. He sent back a ‘just in case you wanted to’ email. I told him I would clean out – and hit a drug store.
The guy showed and like I said, was pretty hot. Inked in a number of places, between that and his body, I pegged him for ex-military. Something he didn’t acknowledge or deny.
I believe I got to suck him for all of five minutes before he pulled me off and said, ‘oh yeah – you’re gonna take it up the ass’. Whether I wanted to or not (I did), I liked his cocky, self-assured attitude best of all. Anyone who reads this blog for content usually never sees one word ‘rubber’ or ‘condom’. This guy insisted on it and he was hot enough for me to look the other way. Not literally – as him ripping open the wrapper with his teeth was as trite as it was hot. He could pull off the entire act – and he did.
The dick was almost 7”, but meaty. And he knew how to use it. He said he’d be gentle, but neither of us believed it – not that either of us stated it. Just one of those things guys know. He softly put the head to my ass and then pushed it in balls-deep….all with a cocky grin on his face.
With not chance for me to adjust, he just started plugging away. As I mentioned, he was very adept on how to use what he had. During the act – he mentioned he started fucking guys when he was 14 – starting with his father’s best friend, through the military and well, up to that very second.
He did a really good job of pumping my butt, but he said, “Look how fuckin’ easy you are! I’m giving it to you hard and you seem to be able to take it pretty well”. He was giving to me good, but not hard. Not as hard as he thought – or maybe as hard as I had taken it in the past. Maybe I am easy. (discuss amongst yourselves!)
Clearly he was in this only for himself…..and that’s ok. I am so down with that, I cannot even begin to relay. I’ve tried in the past with guys and for some reason, they seem to have to justify their wanton lust and pretend to say they care about my pleasure too…or worse….that they apologize for how I’ve been treated by others where I like it that way.
He was not one of these guys.
After about 30 minutes he pulled out and stood next to my head and told me to put it in my mouth. Gladly I took it. But just as glad that he took ahold of my head and pushed it in deep. You know how I like an aggressive guy who takes over that way – even though deep down he knows I’m more than willing.
I did toss him my camera to take pics, which he was good with. He snapped a few of my extended tongue and his load squirting out of him and onto said tongue. I MIGHT crop them and post here, but I might not. No begging for them – it won’t do you any good.
The load was sizeable (considering he had gotten off earlier in the day) and tasted good. He had no desire to get a copy of the pics. He said he saw the real thing. He really wanted no reminder of this event. The perfect as-anonymous-encounter-you-can-get-via-the-internet-where-email-addresses-are exchanged encounter.
Guy #3
This guy almost didn’t happen. He was my one Manhunt hook-up. Great exchanges and he left for the hotel – 30 minute arrival time. After 70 minutes, I fuckin gave up on him and went out to dinner with friends.
I came back and the guy was back on Manhunt. Within seconds he said he was heading to my place. Whereas it might have been 30 minutes in his last estimation, I think he was there in 15. Good looking. Hairy. Jewish. My three weaknesses (not in that order).
The man was a kisser. He was aggressive about it and good at it too. I’m sure by the time we were done, my lips and surrounding areas were red and slightly swollen. And it was so worth it.
The cock was again, average (not that there is anything wrong with that), but the man knew how to use it….as well as he did his mouth. He could take me to the root and without the hint of a tooth or gag reflex. He liked how I took him all the way down also. But I knew that with him – it was not going to end in oral gratification.
We ended up fucking in ever position. We started with me on my back at the edge of the bed, but ended up moving everywhere around it. Then, of course, there was me kneeling on the bed at the edge with him behind me. His favourite was me sitting on his dick. I love that too – I cannot deny, but it is so hard to control myself from shooting. I can do that without touching myself when I’m riding a dick. He liked it best when I’d lean back and his cock was in me at I guess a 30 degree angle (I’m not a math whiz). Yeah – he loved that. And I loved it – looking at his lust-filled face as I rode him and he’d meet my downstrokes with an upward thrust. He made the most of what he had.
Eventually he got me on my stomach and bred me like a bitch. That was hot – his mouth at my ear….him pumping away hard. But I did want to see his face as he got close to and commenced the ejaculation process. Alas, it was not meant to be. With full weight atop of me, his load shot up my ass and I took it all. But you knew that.
Naturally, I always expect guys to be done after they cum. I am really ok with that. But this guy was concerned I didn’t get off…..so he went to work with his mouth to make sure it happened. It took a little while (damn fuckin poppers!), but he scored a six or seven day load out of me. I may have gagged him a bit – and well, I kind of like that.
Not bad for a day’s work. And here I am – headed back to DC in two days. Now I’m looking for all new adventures.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Dog Days
It is not even August, but the last few days here have been hot. Africa hot. It’s amazing to me that pushing 100 degree weather would deter people for looking for dick. Or mouth. Or ass.
Saturday I went out for some park cruising but didn’t get far. There were so many trolls out there I was just waiting for the three billy goats gruff to appear. Maybe I’m delusional , but I don’t see myself as a troll. Maybe to some 19 yo I am – who knows?
A second park I went to had a ranger car sitting in the parking lot. No ranger inside, which I suppose means he/she was patrolling the woods. Damn. I just left and found other means (see my bookstore story).
Sunday was even warmer and I went on my merry way to another set of parks in another area of town. This place was still pretty desolate. What gives? In the area was one guy sunning himself next to his bicycle. Soon enough another car pulled in and right next to me. Eventually he walked into the heavily wooded area, followed shortly by the bike guy (not BikeGuy). Just as I was about to follow, a hot MF pulled in to the lot. I tried to make some kind of contact, but he wasn’t having any of it.
I decided to head back to the wood hoping Hot MF would follow and there would either be a group or an audience…..or both. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. As I hit the edge of the woods, the first guy was already heading out. Guess the bike guy didn’t do it for him – though they couldn’t have been back there long enough to figure this out. Maybe they had prior encounters. Remembering these woods – after awhile, everyone knows everyone, if nothing else – by site.
But the biker was still back there and a possibility that the Hot MF might follow both of us. Alas, that did not happen either. But I did find the biker guy….or more accurately, he found me.
My back was up after the first guy exited the woods. I thought maybe one of them was a cop. Bikeman didn’t ask me if I was and just started rubbing me…all over. I didn’t touch him. I should have asked if he was Johnny Law, and I know it is necessary in these situations, but I think it is a mood-killer and secondly, I think cops lie about it anyway. I just try for the other guy to make the first move.
External rubbing is not making the first move. Unzipping and hand to fleshy tube is what I consider the first move when it comes to establishing entrapment issues. Soon enough, his hand found my fly, then my penis. Soon after that, my shaft hit daylight and he had a firm grip on it. Still I didn’t make a move. I wanted to see how far he would go.
It seemed he’d go pretty far. Before I knew it, he was on his knees and enveloped my cock in his goateed mouth. He did a pretty good job, but not quite all the way down. After a few minutes he got up off his knees. I wanted him to resume but he was hesitant. He said he wasn’t that into sucking. Gimme a break. He did it too well to not be into it. So I asked him if he did do it, would he take my load. He had to think about it but ultimately said ‘no’. I put my piece away and said ‘later’. I don’t jack off (or rarely), do you think I’m going to spray my load on the ground? Je don’t think so! I took off.
Hot MF was still in the parking lot, but still no getting his attention. I took off to another part of the park, which was even more desolate. I sat at a picnic table and took a pic of my semi-soft dick, just for fun.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
Just then a minivan pulled up. The guy must take his grandkids around with it, or he has a trophy wife at home. Yes, I’m saying he was OLD. But more importantly he was massively unattractive. Call me superficial, but the guy had nothing going for him unless he had a 14” shlong. I wasn’t going to find out.
He meandered into the woods just as a big ass pick-up pulled in. Out came a very well built black man. From a few hundred feet away and under his shirt, you could see how well developed his chest was and you could easily see that his arms underwent a continual work out.
Without even checking to see who was around, he made his way into another part of the woods. He never looked to see if anyone was following him. He either didn’t care or arrogant enough to assume someone would. I did.
I found him in the brush a ways back, occasionally groping his crotch through his shorts. Like the biker, I waited for him to make the first move. He took his dick out and showed it to me. I sat on a log, silently inviting him to come my way and knowing he’d know I was at the level we both wanted me to be. I’d say he took the hint, but it was more like a 2x4 being hit over his head.
He had a beautiful dick. Big and thick. Everything that is stereotypical of a black dick. I do not say that with any disrespect – just admiration. He let me take a pic of it.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
I’d look up at him playing with his own nipples through his shirt and watched his tattoos flex over his biceps.
What he did next threw me. I assumed he was rough-ish trade. But he stood me up and went down on me! Not well, but it clearly wasn’t his first time either. He took more than a few swipes at it, but eventually he wanted me back down on his dick. I’m ok with that. Obviously.
I wasn’t down there more than two minutes when he gripped my head. I knew it was coming…and cumming. It was a good sized load and tasted pretty good. I was stroking my own shaft the entire time I worked on him, so I was really horned up. Too much so. I couldn’t hold off.
I stood up and he watched as I popped my nut in ribbons that went up to and over 3 feet. For someone who had cum less than 24 hrs before, even I was impressed by the size and force of my ejaculation. So was he.
But I had places to be..and I assumed he did to. This kind of situation didn’t warrant idle chit chat anyway. It was one of those – do it and get out. And that kind of shit, I love!
Saturday I went out for some park cruising but didn’t get far. There were so many trolls out there I was just waiting for the three billy goats gruff to appear. Maybe I’m delusional , but I don’t see myself as a troll. Maybe to some 19 yo I am – who knows?
A second park I went to had a ranger car sitting in the parking lot. No ranger inside, which I suppose means he/she was patrolling the woods. Damn. I just left and found other means (see my bookstore story).
Sunday was even warmer and I went on my merry way to another set of parks in another area of town. This place was still pretty desolate. What gives? In the area was one guy sunning himself next to his bicycle. Soon enough another car pulled in and right next to me. Eventually he walked into the heavily wooded area, followed shortly by the bike guy (not BikeGuy). Just as I was about to follow, a hot MF pulled in to the lot. I tried to make some kind of contact, but he wasn’t having any of it.
I decided to head back to the wood hoping Hot MF would follow and there would either be a group or an audience…..or both. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. As I hit the edge of the woods, the first guy was already heading out. Guess the bike guy didn’t do it for him – though they couldn’t have been back there long enough to figure this out. Maybe they had prior encounters. Remembering these woods – after awhile, everyone knows everyone, if nothing else – by site.
But the biker was still back there and a possibility that the Hot MF might follow both of us. Alas, that did not happen either. But I did find the biker guy….or more accurately, he found me.
My back was up after the first guy exited the woods. I thought maybe one of them was a cop. Bikeman didn’t ask me if I was and just started rubbing me…all over. I didn’t touch him. I should have asked if he was Johnny Law, and I know it is necessary in these situations, but I think it is a mood-killer and secondly, I think cops lie about it anyway. I just try for the other guy to make the first move.
External rubbing is not making the first move. Unzipping and hand to fleshy tube is what I consider the first move when it comes to establishing entrapment issues. Soon enough, his hand found my fly, then my penis. Soon after that, my shaft hit daylight and he had a firm grip on it. Still I didn’t make a move. I wanted to see how far he would go.
It seemed he’d go pretty far. Before I knew it, he was on his knees and enveloped my cock in his goateed mouth. He did a pretty good job, but not quite all the way down. After a few minutes he got up off his knees. I wanted him to resume but he was hesitant. He said he wasn’t that into sucking. Gimme a break. He did it too well to not be into it. So I asked him if he did do it, would he take my load. He had to think about it but ultimately said ‘no’. I put my piece away and said ‘later’. I don’t jack off (or rarely), do you think I’m going to spray my load on the ground? Je don’t think so! I took off.
Hot MF was still in the parking lot, but still no getting his attention. I took off to another part of the park, which was even more desolate. I sat at a picnic table and took a pic of my semi-soft dick, just for fun.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
He meandered into the woods just as a big ass pick-up pulled in. Out came a very well built black man. From a few hundred feet away and under his shirt, you could see how well developed his chest was and you could easily see that his arms underwent a continual work out.
Without even checking to see who was around, he made his way into another part of the woods. He never looked to see if anyone was following him. He either didn’t care or arrogant enough to assume someone would. I did.
I found him in the brush a ways back, occasionally groping his crotch through his shorts. Like the biker, I waited for him to make the first move. He took his dick out and showed it to me. I sat on a log, silently inviting him to come my way and knowing he’d know I was at the level we both wanted me to be. I’d say he took the hint, but it was more like a 2x4 being hit over his head.
He had a beautiful dick. Big and thick. Everything that is stereotypical of a black dick. I do not say that with any disrespect – just admiration. He let me take a pic of it.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
What he did next threw me. I assumed he was rough-ish trade. But he stood me up and went down on me! Not well, but it clearly wasn’t his first time either. He took more than a few swipes at it, but eventually he wanted me back down on his dick. I’m ok with that. Obviously.
I wasn’t down there more than two minutes when he gripped my head. I knew it was coming…and cumming. It was a good sized load and tasted pretty good. I was stroking my own shaft the entire time I worked on him, so I was really horned up. Too much so. I couldn’t hold off.
I stood up and he watched as I popped my nut in ribbons that went up to and over 3 feet. For someone who had cum less than 24 hrs before, even I was impressed by the size and force of my ejaculation. So was he.
But I had places to be..and I assumed he did to. This kind of situation didn’t warrant idle chit chat anyway. It was one of those – do it and get out. And that kind of shit, I love!
Monday, July 09, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
An Inconvenient Truth
Every once in awhile I circle back ‘round to the title of this blog. Addict. Sex, that is.
It is what I am. Nothing I am ashamed of. And completely self-diagnosed.
I don’t know all the background of addiction, but if made-for-TV-movies were to be believed, it seems that if it were drugs, alcohol, or an eating disorder, the signs and symptoms are all there, it is just that folks are really good at hiding these when things are under control (or they think they are).
But the underlying issue (if you want to call it that) is that usually their need takes precedent over their normal everyday life. In the right environment, it can still be controllable.
Take last Thursday.
I was going to a client site which is about a 3.5 hour drive – each way. Not content just to go to the site and back, I had to see if I could find sex on the way to and/or the way back. Though on-line services can be futile, imagine all the wasted hours of hoping someone decent would show up at a rest area or alleged cruising spot.
With the advent of manhunt and craigslist, as well as the smart phone, finding dick can be pretty sweet, though it seems a more clinical approach to doing it than hanging out in a dirty toilet for hours on end waiting to see who might show (um....I think I just turned myself on). For the traveling businessman, the new innovations aren’t a horrible thing.
So a few well placed ads in the few cities I was passing through along with some specific timetables and I was kind of good to go. I had a number of inquiries, but as you all know, those start to self-select as you weed through them. It left me with 3-4 viable candidates.
As I drove closer to this pass-through city, I was in contact with all. I knew I couldn’t do them all, but I eventually chose one over the other – and it might surprise you: someone who wanted my load, not someone to give me one. Oh – and it wasn’t to be sucked out of me either.
The pic he provided (which I was wanting to post, but it’s full face shot) seemed hottest of the bunch, which had something to do with it. But after meeting him he was just ok and something like Dorian Gray, his picture ended fitting his real life persona.
He was taller than I imagined. And tanner. With a lot more freckles. And a really small dick. But that last part didn’t matter to me, because the plan was to dick him.
Anyway, halfway through my actual business trip, I pulled off the highway and while on the phone got directions to his house. That set me back 15 minutes each way. Then there was the 30 minutes fuck. Great – already an hour added to my already long day, and I was going to be later to the client site than I wanted….but when the siren beckons, one must answer – no?
“Kevin” was a pretty good cocksucker and he pulled my dick out of my suit pants. Soon enough we were upstairs in the spare bedroom. Clearly the one room he used to “entertain”. I guess he didn’t want lube and sperm on his good 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets. I can’t really blame him – we’ve all done that before: tricks who are there to slum, not slumber.
I thought I could lessen my redress time by leaving my shirt and tie on, but that proved problematic as I was constantly in danger of getting lube on both of those items. I had to strip down. I made him leave his jockstrap on. I know guys like fucking me while I wear mine (they don’t call me BIKEguy for nothing ya know), so I thought I’d see if it was much of a turn on do it as a top.
I think this blog proves I am not much of a top, but I’m learning…or trying to. Kind of. But I’ve already surpassed this year the number of times I’ve fucked over the last like 10…and I’m still in the single digits. I’m getting better at it. I’ve decided to trust my instincts in how to do it and not worry as much about the mechanism.
We started out with Kevin on his back. It was ok to look at him while I pushed in, but for all his claim that it’d been ‘awhile’ since he got fucked, he had not resistance and no issue with me sinking right to the bottom. Hell, not even a groan. I’m more than nicely sized and I’m not even sure he knew I was in him.
But I knew. And it felt …..ok. I’d be lying if I said if felt great. It felt ok. I’ve been in asses that make you want to shoot almost right away because they are so tight. This was not one of those.
I varied the speed, the motion, the length of pull-out and push-in. I was in this for my own pleasure, not his. Isn’t that what a top does? Ok ok….before I get flack for that, for me, there is something to be said about one-sided sex. I find it can be really really hot.....even if I'm just the receptacle.
Eventually he got up on all fours and put his head to the pillow. I slathered more lube onto my bare dick and found an angle to get into him again. This time I decided to work it hard and achieve the goal we both had....giving him my load. I don't wear a watch, so I was only guestimating time I was behind for the actual job that pays me a check.
While I was planning on giving him my load, a few full pull-out then bottoming out motions got me there quicker than I had planned. Oh well. As I felt the inevitable start to happen, I was in complete pull-out mode. Luckily, this guy's hole was easy access and I got in an slid deep before the actual explosion.
Seven days of cum he got. He begged for it. I told him he was a fucking whore as I let my seed into him. I think he was ok with that. I was just going on what other guys would say to me as they did something similar.
I went and washed my dick clean (those hand towels in the guest rooms always look too nice to use - but what are you gonna do?) and started redressing.
As he stepped into the bathroom to do his clean-up....I let myself out the door without a word. I probably hit the highway ramp before he got out.
Rounding back to my intro - and I know I'm not the only one - but I always find it amazing what guys will do to get their nut (or to get one). I've done it all my sexual life.....placed myself in danger: of the law, of my employer, of boyfriends (mine or theirs), of wives.....whatever it takes.....just for sexual gratification.
....and I wouldn't change a thing.
It is what I am. Nothing I am ashamed of. And completely self-diagnosed.
I don’t know all the background of addiction, but if made-for-TV-movies were to be believed, it seems that if it were drugs, alcohol, or an eating disorder, the signs and symptoms are all there, it is just that folks are really good at hiding these when things are under control (or they think they are).
But the underlying issue (if you want to call it that) is that usually their need takes precedent over their normal everyday life. In the right environment, it can still be controllable.
Take last Thursday.
I was going to a client site which is about a 3.5 hour drive – each way. Not content just to go to the site and back, I had to see if I could find sex on the way to and/or the way back. Though on-line services can be futile, imagine all the wasted hours of hoping someone decent would show up at a rest area or alleged cruising spot.
With the advent of manhunt and craigslist, as well as the smart phone, finding dick can be pretty sweet, though it seems a more clinical approach to doing it than hanging out in a dirty toilet for hours on end waiting to see who might show (um....I think I just turned myself on). For the traveling businessman, the new innovations aren’t a horrible thing.
So a few well placed ads in the few cities I was passing through along with some specific timetables and I was kind of good to go. I had a number of inquiries, but as you all know, those start to self-select as you weed through them. It left me with 3-4 viable candidates.
As I drove closer to this pass-through city, I was in contact with all. I knew I couldn’t do them all, but I eventually chose one over the other – and it might surprise you: someone who wanted my load, not someone to give me one. Oh – and it wasn’t to be sucked out of me either.
The pic he provided (which I was wanting to post, but it’s full face shot) seemed hottest of the bunch, which had something to do with it. But after meeting him he was just ok and something like Dorian Gray, his picture ended fitting his real life persona.
He was taller than I imagined. And tanner. With a lot more freckles. And a really small dick. But that last part didn’t matter to me, because the plan was to dick him.
Anyway, halfway through my actual business trip, I pulled off the highway and while on the phone got directions to his house. That set me back 15 minutes each way. Then there was the 30 minutes fuck. Great – already an hour added to my already long day, and I was going to be later to the client site than I wanted….but when the siren beckons, one must answer – no?
“Kevin” was a pretty good cocksucker and he pulled my dick out of my suit pants. Soon enough we were upstairs in the spare bedroom. Clearly the one room he used to “entertain”. I guess he didn’t want lube and sperm on his good 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets. I can’t really blame him – we’ve all done that before: tricks who are there to slum, not slumber.
I thought I could lessen my redress time by leaving my shirt and tie on, but that proved problematic as I was constantly in danger of getting lube on both of those items. I had to strip down. I made him leave his jockstrap on. I know guys like fucking me while I wear mine (they don’t call me BIKEguy for nothing ya know), so I thought I’d see if it was much of a turn on do it as a top.
I think this blog proves I am not much of a top, but I’m learning…or trying to. Kind of. But I’ve already surpassed this year the number of times I’ve fucked over the last like 10…and I’m still in the single digits. I’m getting better at it. I’ve decided to trust my instincts in how to do it and not worry as much about the mechanism.
We started out with Kevin on his back. It was ok to look at him while I pushed in, but for all his claim that it’d been ‘awhile’ since he got fucked, he had not resistance and no issue with me sinking right to the bottom. Hell, not even a groan. I’m more than nicely sized and I’m not even sure he knew I was in him.
But I knew. And it felt …..ok. I’d be lying if I said if felt great. It felt ok. I’ve been in asses that make you want to shoot almost right away because they are so tight. This was not one of those.
I varied the speed, the motion, the length of pull-out and push-in. I was in this for my own pleasure, not his. Isn’t that what a top does? Ok ok….before I get flack for that, for me, there is something to be said about one-sided sex. I find it can be really really hot.....even if I'm just the receptacle.
Eventually he got up on all fours and put his head to the pillow. I slathered more lube onto my bare dick and found an angle to get into him again. This time I decided to work it hard and achieve the goal we both had....giving him my load. I don't wear a watch, so I was only guestimating time I was behind for the actual job that pays me a check.
While I was planning on giving him my load, a few full pull-out then bottoming out motions got me there quicker than I had planned. Oh well. As I felt the inevitable start to happen, I was in complete pull-out mode. Luckily, this guy's hole was easy access and I got in an slid deep before the actual explosion.
Seven days of cum he got. He begged for it. I told him he was a fucking whore as I let my seed into him. I think he was ok with that. I was just going on what other guys would say to me as they did something similar.
I went and washed my dick clean (those hand towels in the guest rooms always look too nice to use - but what are you gonna do?) and started redressing.
As he stepped into the bathroom to do his clean-up....I let myself out the door without a word. I probably hit the highway ramp before he got out.
Rounding back to my intro - and I know I'm not the only one - but I always find it amazing what guys will do to get their nut (or to get one). I've done it all my sexual life.....placed myself in danger: of the law, of my employer, of boyfriends (mine or theirs), of wives.....whatever it takes.....just for sexual gratification.
....and I wouldn't change a thing.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
CL Hook-Up
Yes, I know I still haven’t finished relaying some of my DC stories from last trip – and yet I am slated to head back there in a week, from which I will have even MORE stories. I love traveling for work!
This encounter is more recent – from last Friday exactly.
I’m finding that craigslist is a much better on-line tool (hehehe, I said ‘tool’) than Manhunt, M4MSexNow, Cruisingforsex or Squirt – even with the anemic postings that Cleveland has. The response is more immediate and guys are seemingly more willing. I have found this true in other cities as well. Ok….enough of my on-line cruising habits…..
I placed a craigslist ad being vague as can be, as to leave the possibilities open as to guys who might like a menu of things. I hate to limit the responses I get because the ad limits what I state. If you read this thing, you know I’m open to most things – I just try not to scare guys off at first glance.
I got only a few responses, but each one viable. Timing though – and a flurry of emails really limited the choice to one.
‘Steve’ said he was 35, but could have passed for a guy in his 20s. It probably didn’t hurt that he lived younger than what I consider a normal 35 yo to live. But maybe I’m just an old man.
The apartment is new and overlooks the lake, but it is a one bedroom that has what I’d consider single-guy furniture. The tv as blasting TRL on MTV. Not only did I not know that the show was still on, the ‘music’ was distracting and just bad. How does a 35 yo suit-wearing, white collar man relate to Kanye West and the other rappers they had on the show? The AF underwear he wore (which didn’t stay on long) always says “I’m holding on to my youth as long as possible” kind of thing. Yes – I AM an old man.
Steve was about 6’ but slim. Not an ounce of fat on him, but hardly defined. Though 35 he looked boyish. Is it possible he hit the wrong key and meant ‘25’? He had a good tan and some nice tan lines.
In the whiter area he had a trimmed bush but a nice cock. His email exchange said 6.5”, but he was much closer to 7.5” – and a nice thick knob. The knob and the shaft disappeared down my mouth soon enough…..as he watched. I love guys who don’t always throw their head back and go into another world – though there is something to be said for that scenario.
I like the guys who live in the moment who know what is going on and acknowledge it – verbally and non. He loved the idea of watching every inch go away….then reappear. The process was repeated a few hundred times. Some of those were by my doing, some were by his hand on my head and hips thrusting. We alternated on who was passive – the eater or the feeder.
Steve also claimed to wanting his ass eaten. I had no issue doing that – even telling him he needn’t shower after getting home from work.
The guy had a nice butt – what can I say? My tongue found his crack and his hole. With him being bent over the couch and TRL blaring, I know he was saying something or at least moaning, but I never heard specifics. I was also up to my palate in hole.
I’ve mentioned before, regardless of their ads or their response ‘top’ never seems to mean much. Maybe I have a truly wrong impression of the word, but it is one where I never expect a guy to drop to his knees. Maybe I just have THAT nice of a rod that it turns them all queer. Ok….I kid…..kind of. I mean, I do have a really nice dick. I’d blow me if I could.
Anyway, more than once, Steve took swipes on my dick – and he was no novice. I mentioned I doubted this was his first time – and he responded, “you seem have done this a number of times yourself”. I couldn’t argue that one. I pride myself on the job that I do.
I won’t say he got me all the way down and he made no attempts to get the load out of it, but it felt damn good. The enveloped mouth over my shaft. I’ve had better, but it felt great at the moment.
Eventually he led me to his extremely small bedroom, but for how we were using it, the space was just fine. I alternated eating his dick and then his ass.
The hole was extremely responsive to my tongue and the air I’d blow on it. The thing would just wink at me. When my tongue would take a break, my wet thumb would run over it. Once the hole just opened up and swallowed the entire thumb. Little resistance, yet still snug and warm. I don’t think he’d only taken thumbs up there before either.
I asked him if he’d ever had an ice cube up there and he replied in the negative. I took it upon myself to go his freezer and take two out. Naturally I dulled the edges of the cubes by putting them into my mouth. But then I slipped them both up his ass. He shuddered, as they all do but loved it (as they all do). I’ll hand it to the boy, he held on to the melted water. There was no sucking it out of him.
But now he wanted to get off. I could have done it right then and there or held off another two hours. He was kind of hot. And into it!
I had Steve stand and I went down onto my knees and really started going for the prize. Rock hard he was and started telling me where the cum was and how close he was getting. I don't know if it was for his own amusement or if he thought I might change my mind and not take the load. I stayed on him and he started unloading.
For a guy who jacked off the night before, he had a pretty big fuckin load - but it was the force of how it came out that impressed me too.
Remembering something from one email - he said he liked to see his load. And since I like to hold it before I ingest it, with his dick still in my mouth, I opened wide so he could see shaft, tongue and spooge. He looked down and said "Awesome". Maybe he was 25.
Before I even made it home, he had sent an email my way: That was mad hot! Thanks. You are very sexy! That was great sex. Text me or email, ping me whenever.
Man - how fuckin needy! : ) He must be 25.
This encounter is more recent – from last Friday exactly.
I’m finding that craigslist is a much better on-line tool (hehehe, I said ‘tool’) than Manhunt, M4MSexNow, Cruisingforsex or Squirt – even with the anemic postings that Cleveland has. The response is more immediate and guys are seemingly more willing. I have found this true in other cities as well. Ok….enough of my on-line cruising habits…..
I placed a craigslist ad being vague as can be, as to leave the possibilities open as to guys who might like a menu of things. I hate to limit the responses I get because the ad limits what I state. If you read this thing, you know I’m open to most things – I just try not to scare guys off at first glance.
I got only a few responses, but each one viable. Timing though – and a flurry of emails really limited the choice to one.
‘Steve’ said he was 35, but could have passed for a guy in his 20s. It probably didn’t hurt that he lived younger than what I consider a normal 35 yo to live. But maybe I’m just an old man.
The apartment is new and overlooks the lake, but it is a one bedroom that has what I’d consider single-guy furniture. The tv as blasting TRL on MTV. Not only did I not know that the show was still on, the ‘music’ was distracting and just bad. How does a 35 yo suit-wearing, white collar man relate to Kanye West and the other rappers they had on the show? The AF underwear he wore (which didn’t stay on long) always says “I’m holding on to my youth as long as possible” kind of thing. Yes – I AM an old man.
Steve was about 6’ but slim. Not an ounce of fat on him, but hardly defined. Though 35 he looked boyish. Is it possible he hit the wrong key and meant ‘25’? He had a good tan and some nice tan lines.
In the whiter area he had a trimmed bush but a nice cock. His email exchange said 6.5”, but he was much closer to 7.5” – and a nice thick knob. The knob and the shaft disappeared down my mouth soon enough…..as he watched. I love guys who don’t always throw their head back and go into another world – though there is something to be said for that scenario.
I like the guys who live in the moment who know what is going on and acknowledge it – verbally and non. He loved the idea of watching every inch go away….then reappear. The process was repeated a few hundred times. Some of those were by my doing, some were by his hand on my head and hips thrusting. We alternated on who was passive – the eater or the feeder.
Steve also claimed to wanting his ass eaten. I had no issue doing that – even telling him he needn’t shower after getting home from work.
The guy had a nice butt – what can I say? My tongue found his crack and his hole. With him being bent over the couch and TRL blaring, I know he was saying something or at least moaning, but I never heard specifics. I was also up to my palate in hole.
I’ve mentioned before, regardless of their ads or their response ‘top’ never seems to mean much. Maybe I have a truly wrong impression of the word, but it is one where I never expect a guy to drop to his knees. Maybe I just have THAT nice of a rod that it turns them all queer. Ok….I kid…..kind of. I mean, I do have a really nice dick. I’d blow me if I could.
Anyway, more than once, Steve took swipes on my dick – and he was no novice. I mentioned I doubted this was his first time – and he responded, “you seem have done this a number of times yourself”. I couldn’t argue that one. I pride myself on the job that I do.
I won’t say he got me all the way down and he made no attempts to get the load out of it, but it felt damn good. The enveloped mouth over my shaft. I’ve had better, but it felt great at the moment.
Eventually he led me to his extremely small bedroom, but for how we were using it, the space was just fine. I alternated eating his dick and then his ass.
The hole was extremely responsive to my tongue and the air I’d blow on it. The thing would just wink at me. When my tongue would take a break, my wet thumb would run over it. Once the hole just opened up and swallowed the entire thumb. Little resistance, yet still snug and warm. I don’t think he’d only taken thumbs up there before either.
I asked him if he’d ever had an ice cube up there and he replied in the negative. I took it upon myself to go his freezer and take two out. Naturally I dulled the edges of the cubes by putting them into my mouth. But then I slipped them both up his ass. He shuddered, as they all do but loved it (as they all do). I’ll hand it to the boy, he held on to the melted water. There was no sucking it out of him.
But now he wanted to get off. I could have done it right then and there or held off another two hours. He was kind of hot. And into it!
I had Steve stand and I went down onto my knees and really started going for the prize. Rock hard he was and started telling me where the cum was and how close he was getting. I don't know if it was for his own amusement or if he thought I might change my mind and not take the load. I stayed on him and he started unloading.
For a guy who jacked off the night before, he had a pretty big fuckin load - but it was the force of how it came out that impressed me too.
Remembering something from one email - he said he liked to see his load. And since I like to hold it before I ingest it, with his dick still in my mouth, I opened wide so he could see shaft, tongue and spooge. He looked down and said "Awesome". Maybe he was 25.
Before I even made it home, he had sent an email my way: That was mad hot! Thanks. You are very sexy! That was great sex. Text me or email, ping me whenever.
Man - how fuckin needy! : ) He must be 25.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Last Day in Town
This story is from my 2nd last trip to DC. I haven't even started blogging about my last trip! Fear not - it will happen.
Even though my last day from my last trip to DC was only half a day, and I worked 3hrs of that, never let it be said I didn’t pack as much as I could into the time I had.
…and of course, this time, I was the one packed.
The morning started with two blowjobs. The first one I gave. The guy was ok. Fair dick, fair body. Nothing special. I took the load like a trooper.
I knew guy #2 was coming over, but I also knew I had to get to work. So while I waited, I showered and got ready for the Metro commute. I also made sure my luggage was pretty much packed so I could come back and head out to the airport.
“John” knocked on my door. He had no pic when he replied to my ad, but I didn’t care much. His virtual description didn’t do the actual man justice. 6ft, 180, light brown hair and goatee. Nice body with his professional dress on.
But this I did know from him – just by looking: he was a cocksucker. My ad was to eat breakfast, not serve it. But like I said, he was hot and I’m ok with give and take. And I wasn’t going to give something without some reciprocation. And he seemed cool with it.
The guy was clearly cut from the same cloth I was. Dirty mind, open to almost anything and a nice dick.
He was the kind of guy I could have spent hours playing with. Unfortunately we only had less than 30 minutes. We barely left the doorway when he was down on his knees. After a few minutes of that, it was my turn. He had a beautiful thick cock.
We danced around what we were into – and it turns out we didn’t have to. Some guys will skirt the kink issues so not to feel too far out there and scare their potential partners. I’m not immune to this and usually let the other guy take the lead in his likes/dislikes and then I might subtly try to push that envelope.
Anyway the dance didn’t take long. He liked fucking, and sucking (giving or taking), piss and he sported a nice big bruise on his back. Granted it could have been from some slip, but I’d venture to guess he liked things a little rough and got them that way. I can appreciate that. I can take a bruise somewhere that might not be on my face, though there is something admirable about wearing it when you wanted it.
It got to the point where I knew I was going to be the top for the rest of this encounter. That was ok. I had a load I needed to lose. We moved our fun into the bathroom because I was in the mood to see ourselves in the mirror. It was also easier to bend him over the sink and lube up too. Which is exactly what I did.
He moaned but it was a good moan. He didn’t fight a thing. I slid in with little effort but it was hard to keep in him. Maybe it was the angle. Maybe it was all the poppers I had been doing. I knew it was not the way I would finish – but I also knew that I wasn’t going to waste the load. He knew it too. I told him so in no uncertain terms. He was enthused by this.
Though I had gotten a number of guys off this trip, my load was still packed in my nuts – though not securely. Not at this point. I was dangerously close and I was also watching the clock. I told the guy I was ready to go and and was going to blow his fucking head off. He was more than admirable on taking the huge nut I was giving him. There were pauses where I thought I might actually gag him, but he didn’t quite hit that mark. Good boy.
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When I finally pulled out (all cleaned up I might add) he immediately stood up, but I wasn’t in the mood to go to my knees. I soon regretted that when he shot off. As hard and as far as I would have shot that multi-day load, he humbled me with his volume, strength and length of his shooting. I have rarely been that impressed.
Almost a first, I walked out with him, as I was running late. I never socialize like this after a trick.
Anyhoo….after I did my client visit, I turned on my phone (couldn’t have it on there) and there was a message. The guy from the day before was pimping me out….again. And the guy was different. We made arrangement to meet at my hotel. I had to go back and grab my luggage before heading to the airport. I had time for a quickie. I’m bad that way. I have ended up being late or missing things just for sex. Hell, I’m an addict. We do these things. But this was a plane…..I had to catch.
The other guy was hot. This john was ok. And he was a smoker and wanted to make out. I couldn’t do it. And worse- menthol. And mostly bottom. But true to form, I got what I wanted/needed and it was his smallish dick up my ass. And I got his load too. He did get me to shoot though. Second time in three hours. And it was a big load, hitting my chest, chin, side of the head.
I kicked his ass out and hit the shower before I had to check out. In the airport, I went to scratch my head and found a huge clump of dried sperm caught in my buzzcut. I wonder who noticed…..as if I fuckin’ cared.
Even though my last day from my last trip to DC was only half a day, and I worked 3hrs of that, never let it be said I didn’t pack as much as I could into the time I had.
…and of course, this time, I was the one packed.
The morning started with two blowjobs. The first one I gave. The guy was ok. Fair dick, fair body. Nothing special. I took the load like a trooper.
I knew guy #2 was coming over, but I also knew I had to get to work. So while I waited, I showered and got ready for the Metro commute. I also made sure my luggage was pretty much packed so I could come back and head out to the airport.
“John” knocked on my door. He had no pic when he replied to my ad, but I didn’t care much. His virtual description didn’t do the actual man justice. 6ft, 180, light brown hair and goatee. Nice body with his professional dress on.
But this I did know from him – just by looking: he was a cocksucker. My ad was to eat breakfast, not serve it. But like I said, he was hot and I’m ok with give and take. And I wasn’t going to give something without some reciprocation. And he seemed cool with it.
The guy was clearly cut from the same cloth I was. Dirty mind, open to almost anything and a nice dick.
He was the kind of guy I could have spent hours playing with. Unfortunately we only had less than 30 minutes. We barely left the doorway when he was down on his knees. After a few minutes of that, it was my turn. He had a beautiful thick cock.
We danced around what we were into – and it turns out we didn’t have to. Some guys will skirt the kink issues so not to feel too far out there and scare their potential partners. I’m not immune to this and usually let the other guy take the lead in his likes/dislikes and then I might subtly try to push that envelope.
Anyway the dance didn’t take long. He liked fucking, and sucking (giving or taking), piss and he sported a nice big bruise on his back. Granted it could have been from some slip, but I’d venture to guess he liked things a little rough and got them that way. I can appreciate that. I can take a bruise somewhere that might not be on my face, though there is something admirable about wearing it when you wanted it.
It got to the point where I knew I was going to be the top for the rest of this encounter. That was ok. I had a load I needed to lose. We moved our fun into the bathroom because I was in the mood to see ourselves in the mirror. It was also easier to bend him over the sink and lube up too. Which is exactly what I did.
He moaned but it was a good moan. He didn’t fight a thing. I slid in with little effort but it was hard to keep in him. Maybe it was the angle. Maybe it was all the poppers I had been doing. I knew it was not the way I would finish – but I also knew that I wasn’t going to waste the load. He knew it too. I told him so in no uncertain terms. He was enthused by this.
Though I had gotten a number of guys off this trip, my load was still packed in my nuts – though not securely. Not at this point. I was dangerously close and I was also watching the clock. I told the guy I was ready to go and and was going to blow his fucking head off. He was more than admirable on taking the huge nut I was giving him. There were pauses where I thought I might actually gag him, but he didn’t quite hit that mark. Good boy.
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John on my dick (click to image to enlarge)
Almost a first, I walked out with him, as I was running late. I never socialize like this after a trick.
Anyhoo….after I did my client visit, I turned on my phone (couldn’t have it on there) and there was a message. The guy from the day before was pimping me out….again. And the guy was different. We made arrangement to meet at my hotel. I had to go back and grab my luggage before heading to the airport. I had time for a quickie. I’m bad that way. I have ended up being late or missing things just for sex. Hell, I’m an addict. We do these things. But this was a plane…..I had to catch.
The other guy was hot. This john was ok. And he was a smoker and wanted to make out. I couldn’t do it. And worse- menthol. And mostly bottom. But true to form, I got what I wanted/needed and it was his smallish dick up my ass. And I got his load too. He did get me to shoot though. Second time in three hours. And it was a big load, hitting my chest, chin, side of the head.
I kicked his ass out and hit the shower before I had to check out. In the airport, I went to scratch my head and found a huge clump of dried sperm caught in my buzzcut. I wonder who noticed…..as if I fuckin’ cared.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Get the Load Out
I know I have a few other DC stories to relay from my last work trip, but I thought I would post regarding a feeding I provided just yesterday. 
Posted on craigslist, under ‘Men For Men’, the ad appealed to me more because of his location: a hotel two blocks from where I work. His physical description and picture (below) weren’t too shabby either.
The other reason I was taken by the ad was more selfish: I hadn’t come in 11 days. If you read here regularly, you know I rarely do solo jack-off. I might stroke it while giving head or getting fucked. And of course, I get off when getting sucked or pumping butt.
“Nick” was 31, 5’6”, 145. And the picture doesn’t do his body justice. The man was built and toned. And smooth. Normally I’m not into smooth men, but he pulled it off pretty well.
He also sported a wedding ring.
The ad read MWM for discreet bi, straight or married men. Ok – I’m none of those. If I were discreet, I wouldn’t be posting this for 400 people a day to be reading it here. But on the other hand, I’m not giving names, phone numbers or email addresses. The pictures I usually post don’t give their identity away.
…but I am also not bi, or married or straight. Let alone a combo of those. And I don’t think he was either – though he claimed to be.
The ad also read for ‘watching porn, jack-off….maybe more’. There is always more.
He agreed to have me over after work, even though I provided no picture of myself. I always give an accurate description. Obviously I have pictures, but didn’t have them with me at work.
As agreed, I called him when I walked down to the hotel. When asked if I was, bi or straight – I lied and said bi. Fuck – I’m not even bilingual.
I went up to his room and he took his time opening the door. I’ll assume he was assessing me via the peephole in his door. You can’t blame him – I do the same thing. Upon entering, the blinds were drawn and nary a light on, save his laptop which was playing really bad straight porn.
We stood in front of the hotel desk that held his laptop. I hauled out my dick while he stood there nekkid. Eventually he reached over and grabbed my dick…but only for a second. He seemed tentative at first. Then he went for my nuts with the same hesitation.
Barely under his breath he asked if I ever had someone lick my balls. I told him I had and loved it and then slyly suggested that he might like to try it. He was all too eager. But eager doesn’t make for a good sack lapper.
After he took a few laps, even more of a low mutter, he asked ‘do you like to do anything else?’. BINGO. There was no way this guy wasn’t a complete cocksucker. I’ve been around the block enough to know.
I replied, ‘what guy doesn’t like getting his cock sucked?’. Then followed up with, ‘do you wanna taste it?” He nodded his head. I knew he would.
But Nick didn’t just want to get on his knees. He wanted to be on his back in his hotel bed with me feeding him. This was no novice. Kicking off my shoes and dropping my pants, I climbed on the bed and obliged his wish. I’m kidding no one here when I say I was still doing this more for me than him.
I eased part of my 8” into his mouth, which met with no resistance. NONE. I kept sinking until my balls and base hit his lips. Clearly he was no novice at this. Especially when upon withdraw of my shaft, he asked me to fuck his pussy mouth.
I can totally relate to this guy. He saw his mouth as a cunt – and he advertised for married men, straight or bi. I’ve been in his shoes….or out of them, as the case may be.
At one point, I went on my back and encouraged him to go down on my dick. I told him I was marveled at how I could watch it disappear, inch by inch…and all of it at that. During breaks he’d tell me how his wife loved to get fucked and how he liked to see guys fuck her.
He wondered out loud if I thought his mouth felt like his wife’s pussy. I told him he’d have to tighten his lips to make it feel like that. Hey, if wanted to live this fantasy, I could hold up my end of the bargain. I played it just right – telling him how I’d like to fuck his wife while he was down there licking my shaft at the same time. He certainly responded to this kind of behaviour. Lord knows, in the past, I have too.
Nick finally told me he wanted me to fuck his mouth again – with him on his back. I ended up getting into push-up position and deep-dicking his throat. I think this is the first time this has happened to me on the feeding end. I cannot count the number times I’ve taken it that way on the eating end.
The man’s mouth was like velvet and he had no gag reflex. None. If this guy was bi (or married), I’m the straightest man out there.
I told him in no uncertain terms my load was to be swallowed and he had no issue with that. He didn’t even flinch when I told him it was an 11 day load. And when I shot, he never once gagged, or looked like he’d panic nor did he miss a drop. Not bad when you’re pinned between a man and a bed with nowhere to go.
I don’t know if it just slid down his throat, because never once did I feel him gulp any semen into his belly.
I kept my dick in his mouth, milking the shaft for a good long while, making sure there was nothing left for me to clean up when I pulled out. Nick was stroking off – or trying too. His dick, which by the way, was slim, but a good 7” long was just being abused by his fist.
Though Nick claimed I was the first and only guy he got off (ha!), it couldn’t have been the first time that day he’d ejaculated. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a small load come out of a grown man before. I wasn’t even sure he shot. But he did.
As he worried about cleaning up (huh??), I pulled myself together and left him while he was in the bathroom.
I’d gotten what I came for.
Monday, May 28, 2007
1+1 (x2)+1+2 = 6
It's simple math. No Excel formulas truly necessary.
On my last post, I ended saying I needed to advertise on craigslist for an early morning feeding. I can honestly say the ad was a success. Highly successful in fact.
I got some immediate responses that looked more than promising. It became a matter of timing, since I had said yes to both and one didn't want any kind of group action.
The first guy (I'll call Paul) was great. Macho. Shaved head. Good body. And a good sized dick which was also thick.
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Not bad, huh? Soon after his knock on my door, I was on my knees with my lips at his short hairs. It felt great. It tasted great. As usually happens, when I pull out my dick to stroke during these sessions, the guy now wants to reciprocate. Paul was no different - but at least he was a good cocksucker.
However, things kicked up a notch when he saw the Astroglide at my bedside. Without a word, he slicked up this wide penis and rubbed it against my hole. With a big hit of poppers, I let him in. Paul was a masterful fucker.
Here's a word to many tops out there - you're not as good at fucking as you think you are. No offense. But it takes finesse to really be a good fucker. Not a lover, but a fucker. Paul was GOOD. The speed, the force, the pulsing, the variation - was one of the best fucks I've ever had......and I've been boned once or twice.
He slowed up and I think he was going to pull out. I just muttered in my dirtiest voice, 'keep going......don't stop until you're fuckin' done'. He didn't need to be told twice. With a few more pushes and LOUD grunt, he unloaded up my hairy ass.
Before he left, I told him I was there the next few days and he was welcome back anytime I wasn't working.
About 10 minutes later, guy #2 showed up at my hotel room. His face was better than his pic, but his body had seen better days. His cock was pretty nice though. He just dropped his short to show me this:
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What he lacked physically, he made up for with his attitude. He was there to be serviced....and made sure I knew my place. You really have to admire that.
He had me on my back on the bed as he fucked my mouth. Even though the dick was 7.5", with the angle, I took it with ease. The entire time he was just looking down at me, literally and figuratively. He seemed amazed that I never tasted the load he shot in my gullet. I had to explain the angle and how deep he was - there aren't tastebuds back that far. I could feel it slide down my throat, but I never tasted it.
He solved that problem by putting his dick back in my mouth and treating me to another face fuck and another load. This time pulling back enough for me to taste his spooge. The 2nd load was pretty big too.
I jumped in the shower and changed for work before guy #3 showed up.
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As you can see, he had a nice dick. He was italian looking, but facially, he wasn't as hot as his cock. I wasn't gonna look at his face....or so I thought. It didn't take long for him to get off...and I took every drop. But then he wanted mine, but not in his mouth - on his face.
I hate wasting my load that way. But I had just gotten 4 loads out of 3 guys and was about to be out working for the next 10 hours. I HAD to get off. ...and I did. A humongous load that coated his face....got in his eyes...in his ears...in his hair. I was unapologetic. He's lucky he got to use one of my hotel towels.
Ok....4 down, 2 to go. But the last 2 came later in the day. I did have to work.
While checking my email out on the Metro, Paul (guy #1) said he had a buddy he thought I'd like and gave him my phone number. He fuckin' pimped me out!!!!!!!! ....I can't even tell you how much of a turn-on that was to me.
The guy (Steve) called and wanted to come over. Paul never mentioned what we had done, so I don't know what this guy was expecting. Before Steve got there, Paul called and asked if I wanted him to come by also. I'm not shy - so I said yes. I had no ideas on what Steve might have thought.
Steve got there first. Dark hair on the sides and very bleached on the top, which was also sculpted into a peak. I could see his dick through his jeans. The man was going commando. Love it! I told him we were going to be joined by Paul, and he was cool with it.
I got into sucking Steve's cock, which was a little longer and thicker than Paul's, when there was a knock at the door. I answered while nekkid and without ever looking through the peep. I didn't care who might be there at that point.
Soon enough we were all stripped down. It went from me sucking one of them, while the other sucked the other (follow that?), or me putting both their rods in my mouth while they made out (which was my favourite). I love it when guys are into each other, but using me as a vessel for them getting off. It's like I'm there, but not even there.
Yes, sometimes (many) I like to feel insignificant during sex. A lesser person. Almost a non-entity. That is probably as sub as I get, but I get it......and I get off on it, though usually later.
If there was any doubt I was going to get fucked (again), it was dispelled when Paul told Steve what a nice ass I had. Steve greased Paul up, as the plan was for him to go first and make sure I was ready for Steve's bigger dick. I asked Steve to get my camera and take some picks of that dick in my hole.
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Maybe I was sore from the morning pounding, or maybe Paul was showing off for Steve. He wasn't as skilled and didn't take his time like he had done earlier. When I asked for a little more lube, Paul pulled out and let Steve take over.
Steve was a good good fuck. Hard, unrelenting thrusts and yet still made us both feel great. He and Paul were talking about my ass...and about his fucking and the load that was coming. Again, I was a 3rd class citizen in my own hotel, even though it was my holes they were using.
Steve threw his head back and said 'FUCK' over and over and his jism pumped up my ass. He let it slide out and flopped into a chair. I was expecting and wanting Paul to take his place, but he said he couldn't hold off and shot a load onto my chest and arm.
Continuing the theme, I lay there as the two got into the shower together and did lord knows what. I wasn't invited, though I don't know I would have been rejected if I tried to join.
6 loads in a day and I completed more than a full work day. And it wasn't even 7p yet.
G-d, I'm a fuckin slut.
On my last post, I ended saying I needed to advertise on craigslist for an early morning feeding. I can honestly say the ad was a success. Highly successful in fact.
I got some immediate responses that looked more than promising. It became a matter of timing, since I had said yes to both and one didn't want any kind of group action.
The first guy (I'll call Paul) was great. Macho. Shaved head. Good body. And a good sized dick which was also thick.
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However, things kicked up a notch when he saw the Astroglide at my bedside. Without a word, he slicked up this wide penis and rubbed it against my hole. With a big hit of poppers, I let him in. Paul was a masterful fucker.
Here's a word to many tops out there - you're not as good at fucking as you think you are. No offense. But it takes finesse to really be a good fucker. Not a lover, but a fucker. Paul was GOOD. The speed, the force, the pulsing, the variation - was one of the best fucks I've ever had......and I've been boned once or twice.
He slowed up and I think he was going to pull out. I just muttered in my dirtiest voice, 'keep going......don't stop until you're fuckin' done'. He didn't need to be told twice. With a few more pushes and LOUD grunt, he unloaded up my hairy ass.
Before he left, I told him I was there the next few days and he was welcome back anytime I wasn't working.
About 10 minutes later, guy #2 showed up at my hotel room. His face was better than his pic, but his body had seen better days. His cock was pretty nice though. He just dropped his short to show me this:
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He had me on my back on the bed as he fucked my mouth. Even though the dick was 7.5", with the angle, I took it with ease. The entire time he was just looking down at me, literally and figuratively. He seemed amazed that I never tasted the load he shot in my gullet. I had to explain the angle and how deep he was - there aren't tastebuds back that far. I could feel it slide down my throat, but I never tasted it.
He solved that problem by putting his dick back in my mouth and treating me to another face fuck and another load. This time pulling back enough for me to taste his spooge. The 2nd load was pretty big too.
I jumped in the shower and changed for work before guy #3 showed up.
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I hate wasting my load that way. But I had just gotten 4 loads out of 3 guys and was about to be out working for the next 10 hours. I HAD to get off. ...and I did. A humongous load that coated his face....got in his eyes...in his ears...in his hair. I was unapologetic. He's lucky he got to use one of my hotel towels.
Ok....4 down, 2 to go. But the last 2 came later in the day. I did have to work.
While checking my email out on the Metro, Paul (guy #1) said he had a buddy he thought I'd like and gave him my phone number. He fuckin' pimped me out!!!!!!!! ....I can't even tell you how much of a turn-on that was to me.
The guy (Steve) called and wanted to come over. Paul never mentioned what we had done, so I don't know what this guy was expecting. Before Steve got there, Paul called and asked if I wanted him to come by also. I'm not shy - so I said yes. I had no ideas on what Steve might have thought.
Steve got there first. Dark hair on the sides and very bleached on the top, which was also sculpted into a peak. I could see his dick through his jeans. The man was going commando. Love it! I told him we were going to be joined by Paul, and he was cool with it.
I got into sucking Steve's cock, which was a little longer and thicker than Paul's, when there was a knock at the door. I answered while nekkid and without ever looking through the peep. I didn't care who might be there at that point.
Soon enough we were all stripped down. It went from me sucking one of them, while the other sucked the other (follow that?), or me putting both their rods in my mouth while they made out (which was my favourite). I love it when guys are into each other, but using me as a vessel for them getting off. It's like I'm there, but not even there.
Yes, sometimes (many) I like to feel insignificant during sex. A lesser person. Almost a non-entity. That is probably as sub as I get, but I get it......and I get off on it, though usually later.
If there was any doubt I was going to get fucked (again), it was dispelled when Paul told Steve what a nice ass I had. Steve greased Paul up, as the plan was for him to go first and make sure I was ready for Steve's bigger dick. I asked Steve to get my camera and take some picks of that dick in my hole.
[PHOTO REMOVED DUE TO BLOGGER / GOOGLE NAZI TACTICS)
Steve was a good good fuck. Hard, unrelenting thrusts and yet still made us both feel great. He and Paul were talking about my ass...and about his fucking and the load that was coming. Again, I was a 3rd class citizen in my own hotel, even though it was my holes they were using.
Steve threw his head back and said 'FUCK' over and over and his jism pumped up my ass. He let it slide out and flopped into a chair. I was expecting and wanting Paul to take his place, but he said he couldn't hold off and shot a load onto my chest and arm.
Continuing the theme, I lay there as the two got into the shower together and did lord knows what. I wasn't invited, though I don't know I would have been rejected if I tried to join.
6 loads in a day and I completed more than a full work day. And it wasn't even 7p yet.
G-d, I'm a fuckin slut.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Midnight Snack
Last night was salvaged!
In DC again - the land of a 1000 craigslist postings. So one who posts (me) is easy to get lost. I had some initial takers, even a hottie who called me as he was getting in a cab to come here. His cab better have been in a fucking accident that killed him....b/c he never called back, showed or answered my calls or emails.
Or the guy who wanted to get sucked.....then changed his mind that I go to him....then later....then after midnight. Like I was walking into that scenario!
But a guy did email me his pics which were pretty fuckin hot. 8x5". I wanted to be all over that. Though it was 11p, he would come to me and he did.
Not shy at all. He just came into the room undid his shorts, which dropped to his ankles and stood there waiting. I went to my knees like I knew he expected and took care of him. Though he had just gotten off that morning, he said he had a load to release.
It took a few minutes to work him up to an erection, but it was a nice one and true to his email. His aural responses to what I was doing indicated he liked my technique, though he never really got verbal without prompting.
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He also never looked down at me...or rarely. Hands on hips he looked forward or had his head tilted back.
After awhile he sat in the hotel chair, head titlted way back. At this point, though I don't think I'm bad looking, I dont' think he was picturing his mind a guy doing this. He wanted to mentally remove himself from a guy sucking his cock. If he wanted to imagine a chick - so be it. I was gonna get the load.
After about 30 minutes of sucking I got my reward too. And for someone who shot earlier in the day, he had a huge and thick load. It was a great way to end the disappointing evening.
Now I have to post to get a hot protien breakfast served to my room. (wink)
In DC again - the land of a 1000 craigslist postings. So one who posts (me) is easy to get lost. I had some initial takers, even a hottie who called me as he was getting in a cab to come here. His cab better have been in a fucking accident that killed him....b/c he never called back, showed or answered my calls or emails.
Or the guy who wanted to get sucked.....then changed his mind that I go to him....then later....then after midnight. Like I was walking into that scenario!
But a guy did email me his pics which were pretty fuckin hot. 8x5". I wanted to be all over that. Though it was 11p, he would come to me and he did.
Not shy at all. He just came into the room undid his shorts, which dropped to his ankles and stood there waiting. I went to my knees like I knew he expected and took care of him. Though he had just gotten off that morning, he said he had a load to release.
It took a few minutes to work him up to an erection, but it was a nice one and true to his email. His aural responses to what I was doing indicated he liked my technique, though he never really got verbal without prompting.
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He also never looked down at me...or rarely. Hands on hips he looked forward or had his head tilted back.
After awhile he sat in the hotel chair, head titlted way back. At this point, though I don't think I'm bad looking, I dont' think he was picturing his mind a guy doing this. He wanted to mentally remove himself from a guy sucking his cock. If he wanted to imagine a chick - so be it. I was gonna get the load.
After about 30 minutes of sucking I got my reward too. And for someone who shot earlier in the day, he had a huge and thick load. It was a great way to end the disappointing evening.
Now I have to post to get a hot protien breakfast served to my room. (wink)
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Pumpin' Butt
I have to say, I'm becoming more and more comfortable in my 'versatile' role.
Don't get me wrong, I still think I self-identify as cock/cum pig most of the time, but it is harder and harder to get laid with such defined labels. It's easier to get what I want when I travel for business. There always seems to be a plethora of guys out there wanting to play on some level. And really - what is a boy to do after he's worked a long day and now back in his hotel room??
But this is actually an in-town story. After my last travel to DC, I was building up a load. 13 days to be exact. Readers here will know that I don't normally jack myself off. I wait to get off while getting a guy off, or lately - letting some guy take care of it for me.
Anyway, I put an ad out on craigslist regarding my 13 day load predicament. I tried to keep the ad open, but had some things in there I wanted specifically. Mainly gimme your fuckin stats and a place to do it that was in downtown. ...oh, and they had to take the load.
For some reason this town has a bunch of fuckin' flakes. Guys who can't read (or won't). Or the guy who got all fuckin' huffy with me via email because I didn't 'thank' him for complimenting me in his email. The string of emails he left was clearly a man unhinged. There is probably a crawl-space with body parts of men he's been with who have disappeared.
Most guys didn't have a place. Couldn't host. Didn't have stats. I mostly didn't give them the time of day.
There were a few that I've kept in my 'inbox' (so to speak) for future reference because they at least sounded promising, though there was nothing the could do for me during a lunch/work-day release.
Two could. I hedged my bets and made arrangements with both of them. One was to blow me in a parking garage stairwell. One was in his hotel room a few blocks from my office. I staked out my place in the garage and saw the guy coming for a few floors below. F'ugly. Nothing like his picture represented. NOTHING. ..and he flitted. You could see it from 5 stories up. I went out the back entrance and headed to the hotel.
The guy there wasn't exactly like his pics, but not horrible. He had a nice dick on him, but was more interested in mine. With just my cock out of my suit fly, he performed some great fellatio. I hauled out my nuts through the zipper and told him to work on those too. I love having my balls lapped on. I hope when I do it to a guy it feels at least half as good as how it does to me.
The guy (I never got a name) got up and laid on the bed and stroked his big dick. I felt the need to taste it. And naturally, though big, I took it to the root. Hey! I'm still a well-trained cocksucker.
When I pulled off, I asked him what got him off...as my interest in getting off started to wane. But he said something I experience a lot. Due to the size of his dick, most guys want him to fuck or guys want to suck him. He liked to get fucked too. My interest now started going to his hole....my hard hard 8" dick and my now 13 day load.
Though he had rubbers and lube on the bedside table, he never made a sound when I just reached for one of the items. I lubed up my dick and his ass turned up and he scooted to the edge of the bed.
Like a pro, his hole just invited my dick into him. All the way, I might add.
I don't think I've ever tried to pass myself off as a good fucker. It feels great, but I can't ever hold off. I also don't get a lot of practice.
Something about his ass though felt so good. I just worked it and my dick. Bottoming out in him and then still jabbed at him. If he was uncomfortable, he never showed it. He asked for it harder. I would for a few seconds but really didn't want to lose the load yet and it was a possibility if I kept at that pace.
I did get to pull out and push back in over and over. The rub against the head of my prick felt great. After about 15-20 minutes (my longest fuck?) he really wanted it. I also had a schedule to keep but almost hated to lose such a big load....but I went for it.
I POUNDED him and was quiet about it when I was cumming. He never asked me to pull out - and even if he did, I don't think I would have obliged. I could feel myself shooting over and over again, but clearly he couldn't. That surprised and disappointed me.
I stayed in him for a bit as he jacked. He was jacking hard, but not getting anywhere. My shaft slipped out dragging some of my spoooge with me. He'd be feeling that for a few hours.
Not to be rude, but he repositioned himself to jack.....I went to wash my dick off. He was very clean, but I didn't want him on me all day. : )
He was still pumping his dick as I thanked him and walked out the door back to work. On the way back, I called a bud to tell him what I just did.
Don't get me wrong, I still think I self-identify as cock/cum pig most of the time, but it is harder and harder to get laid with such defined labels. It's easier to get what I want when I travel for business. There always seems to be a plethora of guys out there wanting to play on some level. And really - what is a boy to do after he's worked a long day and now back in his hotel room??
But this is actually an in-town story. After my last travel to DC, I was building up a load. 13 days to be exact. Readers here will know that I don't normally jack myself off. I wait to get off while getting a guy off, or lately - letting some guy take care of it for me.
Anyway, I put an ad out on craigslist regarding my 13 day load predicament. I tried to keep the ad open, but had some things in there I wanted specifically. Mainly gimme your fuckin stats and a place to do it that was in downtown. ...oh, and they had to take the load.
For some reason this town has a bunch of fuckin' flakes. Guys who can't read (or won't). Or the guy who got all fuckin' huffy with me via email because I didn't 'thank' him for complimenting me in his email. The string of emails he left was clearly a man unhinged. There is probably a crawl-space with body parts of men he's been with who have disappeared.
Most guys didn't have a place. Couldn't host. Didn't have stats. I mostly didn't give them the time of day.
There were a few that I've kept in my 'inbox' (so to speak) for future reference because they at least sounded promising, though there was nothing the could do for me during a lunch/work-day release.
Two could. I hedged my bets and made arrangements with both of them. One was to blow me in a parking garage stairwell. One was in his hotel room a few blocks from my office. I staked out my place in the garage and saw the guy coming for a few floors below. F'ugly. Nothing like his picture represented. NOTHING. ..and he flitted. You could see it from 5 stories up. I went out the back entrance and headed to the hotel.
The guy there wasn't exactly like his pics, but not horrible. He had a nice dick on him, but was more interested in mine. With just my cock out of my suit fly, he performed some great fellatio. I hauled out my nuts through the zipper and told him to work on those too. I love having my balls lapped on. I hope when I do it to a guy it feels at least half as good as how it does to me.
The guy (I never got a name) got up and laid on the bed and stroked his big dick. I felt the need to taste it. And naturally, though big, I took it to the root. Hey! I'm still a well-trained cocksucker.
When I pulled off, I asked him what got him off...as my interest in getting off started to wane. But he said something I experience a lot. Due to the size of his dick, most guys want him to fuck or guys want to suck him. He liked to get fucked too. My interest now started going to his hole....my hard hard 8" dick and my now 13 day load.
Though he had rubbers and lube on the bedside table, he never made a sound when I just reached for one of the items. I lubed up my dick and his ass turned up and he scooted to the edge of the bed.
Like a pro, his hole just invited my dick into him. All the way, I might add.
I don't think I've ever tried to pass myself off as a good fucker. It feels great, but I can't ever hold off. I also don't get a lot of practice.
Something about his ass though felt so good. I just worked it and my dick. Bottoming out in him and then still jabbed at him. If he was uncomfortable, he never showed it. He asked for it harder. I would for a few seconds but really didn't want to lose the load yet and it was a possibility if I kept at that pace.
I did get to pull out and push back in over and over. The rub against the head of my prick felt great. After about 15-20 minutes (my longest fuck?) he really wanted it. I also had a schedule to keep but almost hated to lose such a big load....but I went for it.
I POUNDED him and was quiet about it when I was cumming. He never asked me to pull out - and even if he did, I don't think I would have obliged. I could feel myself shooting over and over again, but clearly he couldn't. That surprised and disappointed me.
I stayed in him for a bit as he jacked. He was jacking hard, but not getting anywhere. My shaft slipped out dragging some of my spoooge with me. He'd be feeling that for a few hours.
Not to be rude, but he repositioned himself to jack.....I went to wash my dick off. He was very clean, but I didn't want him on me all day. : )
He was still pumping his dick as I thanked him and walked out the door back to work. On the way back, I called a bud to tell him what I just did.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
After Work Stress Reliever
Right before the muscle guy got to my room - I got a message fro a near-by guy who needed to nut after a long stressful day after work. He said to email when the first guy was gone - maybe he'd still be in the office.
G-d I wanted him....at least by his description.
29, 34w, med build, 5'10'', 175lbs, 7.5 thick&cut
He was everything he said...and more. Black.
I didn't give a fuck about his skin color. Handsome. Professional. Great attitude. GREAT COCK.
Barely did he open his pants. He just stood there waiting for relief from a long fuckin day at work. He loved my pink lips going down on his thick dark meat. He loved that I took every inch too.
Soon his hands found my head - as happens with most good feeders. They need something to grab on to. I like the way they feel.
We played around with me eating his nuts and him fingering my hole. If he felt a load in there he said nothing. He did take some of my Astroglide and put in on his dick. I thought he'd fuck me too - but it was not meant to be. I would have loved to feel that thick prick stretch that hole.
He insisted I get back down on his cock - and I did. He fucked my skull and I took it. He was ready to nut and I was ready to take it.
It was slightly unfortunate that it was not a big load....or even that tasty. But he enjoyed it - and I loved doing it for a guy like that. I never even left my knees and let him let himself out.
G-d I wanted him....at least by his description.
29, 34w, med build, 5'10'', 175lbs, 7.5 thick&cut
He was everything he said...and more. Black.
I didn't give a fuck about his skin color. Handsome. Professional. Great attitude. GREAT COCK.
Barely did he open his pants. He just stood there waiting for relief from a long fuckin day at work. He loved my pink lips going down on his thick dark meat. He loved that I took every inch too.
Soon his hands found my head - as happens with most good feeders. They need something to grab on to. I like the way they feel.
We played around with me eating his nuts and him fingering my hole. If he felt a load in there he said nothing. He did take some of my Astroglide and put in on his dick. I thought he'd fuck me too - but it was not meant to be. I would have loved to feel that thick prick stretch that hole.
He insisted I get back down on his cock - and I did. He fucked my skull and I took it. He was ready to nut and I was ready to take it.
It was slightly unfortunate that it was not a big load....or even that tasty. But he enjoyed it - and I loved doing it for a guy like that. I never even left my knees and let him let himself out.
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