GloryHole Duo

Yesterday I visited a guy who has a personal gloryhole installed in his house. I've been there a few times before. I've even written about it here and there. One of the differences this time is that I didn't tell him I was coming over.

This guy used to put a notice up on craigslist with the location, and times he was open along with varied instructions on how to get in, and what to do upon arrival.

Now the same notice goes out to what I am guessing is a fairly extensive list of potential users, but it no longer goes up on the web – just through blind copied emails.

Normally, I would shoot back an email saying I might be over between x and y time, but yesterday was a change. I realized a gloryhole shouldn't have appointed times this way. I get it from his end that at some point he can't always leave his door open and has to secure his house, but there is no reason I need to announce myself. It cuts down on the anonymity of the situation.

I had been out with friends for drinks and was sufficiently buzzed. Even though I lived five minutes away from where I was drinking, I drove right past my house and continued on another 20-25 minutes to get to my destination.

I parked and walked to the back entrance (yes, you can insert your dirty joke here!). Getting up the drive was not easy, as there was ice all over – and I was a little drunk. I also had dress shoes on, not the best for navigating such terrain.

But I've done worse for cock, or to get off.

I rang the bell to notify him he had a 'customer', but I was at the hole before he arrived. This time the hole was different too. Normally he has board that goes three-quarters of the was in the door from his parlor to dining area. Above that, he has a sheet, so no contact can be made physically (thought the fucker always tries to take peeks through the hole to see who I am).

This time, it was just a sheet with the hole. Kind of boring and uninspired. Mind you, I'm from the day where men would take drills and chisels to carve out holes through ¾" marble. Those were dedicated eaters and/or feeders.

Anyway, I was drunk and horny and had not gotten a nut for a week, so why waste it in the trash, I thought. I'll give this guy something to feed on.

As I approached the hole, I had unzipped my suit pants and hauled out my more than semi-hard dick out before he arrived and got on his knees. It didn't take much to get me all the way up.

Like always, the guy was ok, but not outstanding. I know I'm a bit bigger and thicker than your average guy, but I am not huge. But this guy's teeth keep getting in the way. It is one of those things I tolerate, but not happy with..

When he took a break to take a hit of poppers, he started asking who I was, 'are you X, are you Y, is this BikeGuy'? He doesn't get the anonymous part of the GH. I told him to shut the fuck up and get back to sucking my dick. He did. Averagely.

Even breaking my own rule about him talking, I did mutter, 'how many is this today?'. I never got an answer, because as if on queue, the door opened and another guy walked in.

First off, I'm not a shy guy (duh!) and I don't mind being watched. Secondly, no one was trotting through that back door without knowing why guys come over there. Yeah, they might not expect to run into someone else, but they shouldn't be shocked at the activity that takes place there. He wasn't.

The guy kept his distance, wandering around that parlor not really looking over into the alcove I was standing in, feeding this cocksucker my dick. He pretended to look at the straight magazines that were out there. Finally, I caught his eye and motioned with my head to come closer. I wanted to double feed this guy. It only took a minute of silence for Feeder #2 to figure this out.

The guy was ok looking. Bald, medium height and weight. Decent dick, maybe 7", medium thickness. He looked like a thinner version of Evan Handler. Getting us both near the hole was a little tight, but we managed. He watched as my dick was through the hole feeding this guy. The cocksucker tried to stick part of his head through to see us and I deftly pushed him right back, saying, 'no one wants to see you the fuck you are'.

Guy #2 took over and fed him his dick. This is where I realized I shouldn't have to put up with a sub-par blowjob from this GH guy. #2 with a smaller dick cautioned him time and again on his teeth. GH guy adjusted for him where #2 was ooh'ing and ahh'ing over the newer technique. When I mentioned it to GH guy when I got teeth, he might have tried to adjust, but I never got that good feeling moment.

Guy #2 and I would whisper between ourselves about any number of things: how it felt, who should cum first, if we should dual feed him.

We tried the latter, and I liked the feel of his cock next to mine, but if GH guy couldn't do me alone without teeth, both of us was impossible.

It was decided that I would dump my load first, as this guy wanted to see it. I wanted to be seen too, but I would have been just as happy to be the second cummer. I did whisper to the guy of how I wanted to choke GH guy on my load and dick. He told me to 'do it'.

You guys know I normally tell guys when I cum, so they can start swallowing, but I've stopped with this guy. That being said, he had to know it was coming (literally, figuratively), as I put my hand inside that cut hole and held his head on my cock – tight. Just as so many thousands of guys (not an exaggeration) have done to me. I was no longer coming for myself, let alone the guy behind the hole. I was putting on a performance for Guy #2.

I had a huge load too. The fact that I wouldn't let this guy move didn't help matters – for him. It worked for me and Guy #2. There was gagging and coughing around the base of my dick, but I kept holding on and I kept spraying my load. I have to say, I was worried he coughed some back onto my nice suit pants, but I was still horny enough and drunk enough that I simultaneously didn't care.

As soon as I pulled away, Guy #2 was ready. He must have shown great restraint holding back until I was done, because he was READY. But unlike me, he didn't bury his dick. He held it just out of lip-reach of the cocksucker. With the mouth and tongue exposed, he let loose a nice load.

Having not seen mine, I couldn't really compare, and it was dim in there, so I couldn't make out everything he pumped off. I was also in the process of pulling up my pants too. I looked back once and nodded to the guy and headed out.

As I walked down the driveway, I almost got taken out by someone arriving. I assumed it was another feeder, but it turned out to be a pizza delivery guy.

….if he'd only known the tip he could have gotten if he delivered it to the back door.

It was the last load I took in 2008.

I had just driven from the guy's house whom I got on my knees for, but this one I knew was going to be different. This guy had a full play room.

You might all be surprised to know that I've never been in a full equipped play room. And I've never been fucked in one of these. I know. I know. For as much as I have gotten around, this was one of the things I've always wanted to do, but never really had the opportunity.

I should start off by saying, when I got to his place, I realized I had been to the house before, but not with him. I should also mention, I was with the current guy before, but not at this house. Oh the tangled webs we weave.

For the current guy, he sold me a harness a few years back. I wrote about it here. The encounter at the house, I thought I wrote about, but I cannot find the posting anywhere. The guy was a complete bottom who just wanted to suck my dick - and he did.

Anyway, I drove over and knocked on this cold and snowy day. The guys in the house were smokers. Not casual ones. Not by a long shot. This is not my ideal. These guys had a minimum of 6 ashtrays per room (3 in the master bathroom alone), I could count dozens of stray lighters no matter where I walked. While I was there, the guy lit up and would leave the cigarette burning in the tray, move to another room and light up another one.

He left him in his master bath to clean out. The shower was well equipped. Three dildos adhered to the seat or wall of the shower stall so they could fuck themselves on. They also had an installed powershot attached to their shower.

Can I tell you how much I love that? I should have one, but I don't. Not permanently attached. I was in there for longer than I care to admit, just inserting, flushing and repeating. Whether I was getting fucked or not, I could clean out daily.

The guy was waiting for me in the playroom in the basement. I the mostly unheated playroom. On this, the 31st of December, in the barely double digit temps outside those cinder block walls.

The guy was well prepared. 'Sailors in the Wild' was playing on his video. He had put down chucks under the sling for any potential accidents (there were none). He had poppers, multiple kinds of lube and grease. He was sitting there waiting for me, but when he got up, he was sitting on a dildo as big as my arm.

He told me to hop up in the sling. I did. But it was like diving into a cold pool. A cold leather sling against exposed skin is a bit startling. But I did it. He placed my ankles into straps to hold my legs there. I could hold onto the chains if needed - and now and again I did.

There was also a cheap full length mirror hung above the sling. Bonus - I get to really watch everything.

The guy (clearly I don't have a name, or made up one), has a beautiful cock. At least 9" - but I would probably add another half inch to that. The girth was huge too. I wasn't too scared. I've been around.

He put some kind of lube on my ass, and even more on his huge cock. Then he lined himself up.

To say he filled me up would be an understatement. You can see in the above pic, he made even my bid dick go a little limp. I'm not sure it ever truly recovered during the rest of the session.

While he wasn't a brutal fuck, it probably wouldn't have taken much to get him there. His size alone dictated it would be challenging at best, and it was. For him - I was tight. I'm guessing for anyone but his partner, they are tight.

Near what was to be the end, he did pull out and stroke himself. I felt extremely empty and yet a little relieved at the break I was getting.

While stroking, he tried to talk me into fisting him. He billed himself as a total top, so I wasn't expecting this. I've never fisted - and not to say I couldn't do it, but it was never my thing, physically or mentally. At first I think he was ok with me not putting my hand in him, but he was clearly worked up sexually after fucking me and talking about getting fisted.

Without notice to me, he JAMMED his cock into me. This was a brutal entry. Granted I took it, but I was taken off-guard. As soon as he was half-way in, he just unleashed his load.

If he was throbbing, I couldn't feel it - each nerve around my entry was throbbing, so that was taking precedent over any pulsing he was doing in my ass.

I swung back and forth in that sling continuing to sink a bit further onto that huge rod while he spurted into me. With each rock he invariably pushed his load in deeper.

Eventually he slipped out - because these things happen. It took me a second to regain my composure and slip my ankles out of the straps and haul my sore ass off the sling.

I had left all my clothes outside the master bath on the 2nd floor, so I had to traipse up there to retrieve. No whore's bath for me - I put my shirt and pants on and headed back downstairs.

As I was pulling on my coat, the front door opened and there was the boyfriend. I nodded and stepped through the already open door.

I drove home and I'll assume they talked about what just happened.

Patriotic

Since today is a historic day today, why not show my U.S. pride with some shots of me?

....my oral presentation skills are well above average.

I've been called it before, but it doesn't hurt to have one, a big one. I do.

....and of course, I'm always willing to take one for the team.

Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing

First off - sorry delays in getting you tales. It's been a tough few weeks, and as I've said before, writing this stuff is harder than it looks. I like to have some perspective on it, but if too much time gets away the facts blur. I will try to be better.

It was after the holidays, but not a lot of folks around the office. Sneaking out here and there wouldn't be too much of an issue had I chose to get a nut, or give one. As it turns out, CL chose for me. There were no viable candidates to give a load and I had not shot one in almost 10 days.

As you guys know, I don't jack off unless I'm getting fucked - and only then would that be sometimes. So it had been a bit of time since I had gotten a load, obviously, as I hadn't jacked - for any reason.

31, 5'9", 180, muscular, wrestler type, 6"

The plan was for him to suck me off, but as we chatted via email, it was clear he'd rather get fucked. It intrigued me. So did the pic of his headless body in a singlet. I can't say I'm into that per se, but it still piqued my interested. If you're doing "drag", I'm more interested in leather, uniforms or suit/tie apparel.

As luck would have it, the hotel he was staying at was about a 5 minute walk from me. I wasn't too nervous about going, since I could walk right back, but his lack of face pic and his weight compared to height had me questioning his body. You know me - I take chances that way.

When he answered the door, all I could think is Turtle from Entourage. But he wasn't bad. We weren't too far into the room before I pushed him down on his knees. Mind you, I did it right in front of the full length mirror for my purposes, which now will benefit you.

Here you can see him licking near my full nut sack. If you click on the pic, you might see my big (usually) bottom boy dick.

Here you can see him taking me to the root. Good boy!

And he was good at it. I had to push him away several time in order to hold on to my load. I could have easily given it up several times. See - this is why I am not a good top ever. Sometimes I just have a hair-trigger that does not suit me well for putting a fag through their paces.

Now if I were the bottom, I don't really care how fast or slow a guy cums as long as I get it. Maybe I should think of it that way, but I don't. With me, the faster I get a guy off, the faster I can move on to the next guy. But as a top, I think guys like to show their prowess in the longevity department. Maybe not - I can't consider myself a top.

Anyway, I suggested me move it over to the bed if he wanted fucked. At the time, I was wondering how I'd take pics so he wouldn't realize it - just like I took the ones above. Little did I know I'd have bigger covert issues to pull off.

The guy had a huge bottle of lube on his bedside table. He didn't pack light. He also had about eight condoms next to that lube. He was either just putting it all out there, or planning on being a huge slut that day. Been there! Minus the rubbers, of course.

There laid my dilemma. I hate bags - on the giving side or receiving side. Clearly this guy didn't or he would nto be buying them in bulk. Then he picked on up and handed it to me....and watched me put it on. Hmmm......what to do.

I do have to say, it looked hot, as it was solid black. You could not even see my fucking real cock through the coloring. It was almost like wearing latex, which I guess I was, but I meant more in the bigger picture of the fetish.

My immediate thought process was, how can I get this off? I know it was like 20 seconds, but it seemed like 20 minutes as I schemed on how to lose the baggie. I lubed myself up and bent him over the bed. He went all too willingly.

It took a few tries to get into him. I assume part is to my size and to that I find it always harder with rubbers - taking or giving. But I got in and he loved it.

I went right into action on what I had to do. With each withdraw of my cock, I used my hand to somewhat slide the rubber forward. It was amazingly easy to do, at least I think. It about 7-8 ins and outs, I had the rubber off. Without missing a beat I was back in.

My hand had been so lubed, as had his ass, that my now bare cock was greasy enough to slide into him with no issues. Once he wanted to reach back and grab my nuts, but I pushed his hand away.

Maybe it was my lack of topping experience, or maybe my going so long without shooting my nut (hell, I've gone way longer!), but more than likely, I think it was my deceptive nature that pushed me to the edge too soon.

It kind of helped that he couldn't hold off either and started shooting into the sheets he was going to have to sleep on later. That gave me a good time to dump my load. And it was a HUGE one, if I say so myself.

Now, don't let all these porn stories fool you about always being able to feel the load shoot into you from the bottom's perspective. 7 times out of 10 I never can....and I'm a bit experienced. So I don't know if this guy could feel my load or not, though I thought I'd never stop shooting.

Since he finished shooting before I did, he tried to pull off, but I wasn't having any of that. I wanted and needed to finish. And I did. Kind of.

Even as I thought I was done and pulling out, I still have some residual semen coming out of my dick and his ass to hit his sheets, comforter and rug.

By the time he started turning around I made sure that he saw I had the rubber in hand, though near my dick, where he might assume I was pulling it off. I moved right to the bathroom and flushed the rubber and washed my dick and hands. Since my pants were never down further than you see in the above pics, getting dressed and out of there was a breeze. It took seconds.

I kind of wondered how he didn't know I was riding him bare - I always know and can feel it. Could he? I mean, there is no way he wasn't figuring it out shortly - like I said, it was a massive load I shot and clearly there was some near the entrance to his ass. .....and on his sheets which no way came from him.

If he was upset, I never got an email about it. Not only that, he was on-line the next two days with a similar ad looking for more.

Guys are pigs.

I Have NOT Abandoned You

Just SO busy.

Will a pic suffice you until I can write about a few encounters?



This is a hint of my last encounter of 2008.

I'll assume you're all smart enough to know what it is.

My First Load of 2009

I was barely into the 2nd day of the year when I gave up my first load. Yes, my posts are still out of sequence. I gave a load before the end of the year and still have to report on two I've taken.

But no, I did not take, I'm still waiting on that. I mean given. I fed it to some cocksucker who was on craigslist.

36, 6', 170 or so. Very full and sexy goatee.

I was very specific about my needs, my concerns, mostly regarding the guys who cannot take my dick, but the ones really who claim to be able to swallow my load, when they clearly cannot. By the time I figure out, it's too late.

He understood my issues and tried to relieve my fears that those guys were not him. He said he was an expert cocksucker and could take every drop I had to give him. At the time of our original conversation, I had a 10 day load. By the time of our actual encounter, I was back down to three. Still, even at two days, most guys still gag on it. I'm not bragging, I'm just saying.

We agreed to convene early in the morning - between 6:45a - 7:00a. I could get serviced and still be at work roughly around the time I normally do. It's a win-win.

I arrived exactly at 7a. He took his time buzzing me in, and then there was the ride up to his floor. I'm not big on smokers, and it was unfortunate that I could smell smoke standing outside his apartment door. He wasn't just a smoker, but a heavy one.

Fuck, I was there - may as well go through with it, right?

Shortly after I entered, he got to his knees and took out my dick. I stayed mostly dressed - my jeans just below my balls, so my dick could hang out. Out enough for him to get at it. All of it. ...and I let him go at it.

True to his word, he was a great cocksucker. He had the right friction and wetness combined. I felt I could start talking at him too. I'm good at the dirty talk, regardless of which end of the dick I'm on. I've been on the receiving end so often, I've just learned by association.

It's funny (to me), as I stood there listening to myself, I couldn't help but flash on a line in A Christmas Story about bad talk and Ralphie's father: He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master.

Yes, at that moment, that was me.

The guy was doing a really good job and I was taking it in. Naturally, I pulled out my camera to snap some pics. Yeah, the lighting isn't great, but the sun had yet to rise and barely a bulb on in his apartment.

Naturally, I don't think he knew I was snapping away. It's not like the camera makes noise...and I wasn't trying to expose him to the world. Unless you really really knew this guy, I don't think the pics give away much.

I do like how the top one makes my dick look nice and thick.

Since it's a camera phone, action shots are hard - as you can see.

But sooner than later (I'm really good at controlling when or if I cum), I opted to shoot. I had a morning meeting and had to get going.

I told him I was going to shoot too. I gripped his head tight - he was going nowhere. I started to shoot and I new it was going to be a big one - and it was.

He struggled a little against my grip and the volume, but - other than that, he did what he claimed and what I wanted, and we all expect out of a cocksucker. He took every drop of my load.

I even let him milk it a bit afterward, which I never do since I'm so sensitive usually. But then I had to get going.

I put my pants back on, thanked the man and headed to the door.

First load of the year - gone!

Just Average

This has absolutely nothing to do with being a Sex Addict at all, but apparently I am just gay enough. I don't know that I'd (or you) would agree that I'm a 'well adjusted homo'.


I like to take it up the butt, but not go shopping. I like sucking dick, but don't care to get flowers.
I've never been in a street fight, but if you want to smack me around a bit - I'm not necessarily adverse to that. We might not even need a safe word.

In other words: I'm gay enough.

I don't think you want me to be a fem fuck. You want to fuck a man. ...and that's cool with me.

For this complete silliness, you can take your own gay test here.

2nd to Last Load of '08

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2008 Wrap-Up

I should add 2 more loads taken to what I had told you yesterday - as after work, I ended up hooking up with two more guys.

Yeah, I'm a slut. And I'll get to those stories in the coming days. I have a few to write for you guys, so I appreciate you all being patient.

All you readers have made December 2008 the best month for traffic, so we all must be doing something right. Hopefully some of my links have benefited from this traffic as well - as there are a few really good blogs and sites there.

Here's to a good 2009.

To set expectations though, my travel in 2009 will be much much much more limited than 2007-2008, which may slow down my "adventures". Clearly, I'll see what else I can do rectify any lack of activity, but I thought you should all know what may (or may not) be coming up.

Thanks all.

74 for the Year

Last day of the year, ain't it?

I went through my posts from 2008, and counted the loads I've taken.

74 would be the total. Not the real total, of course. Naturally, 74 are only the ones I bothered to document. I know I've taken more than that, but lets face it - some just weren't even worth it to mention, let alone draft it and post it.

I didn't bother to count the number of loads I have given this year. More than I normally have, but I am estimating at maybe a dozen or dozen and a half.

By most people's estimation, not a lot. By my usual standards, it's pretty high. Clearly my top side is on the rise, but let's not be too hasty. Overall, I still know my place - and so do all of you.

So for some parting shots, I'll give you two pics of my penis.


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Hope you all had a good 2008. Here's looking forward to 2009.

4 Blowjobs; 1 Morning

You know when I travel for work, I usually plan my work day around sex - and most likely do not do it the other way around.

HELLO!!!!!! Sex Addict here!!!!

Two were repeated guys. Two were new. All were in a span of less than 2 hours.

Yeah, I would have loved to have sucked all day long, but I kind of need the paycheck and some of my clients were expecting me at certain times. I throw a lot of caution to the wind, but I don't always throw everything down the drain.

Guy #1

mid-40s. Says he's married and that I'm the only guy who has ever blown him.

I let him go on with this premise, as I highly doubt most of this is true. He's a handsome-ish guy, in a dad kind of way. Height/weight proportional and an almost average cock. He comes early in the morning and always out my door by 7:30a.

I rarely ever ever ever post on CL with the same ad or pics, just because they will block those if you post too often. I almost never show my full face in these ads. Yet this guy always finds me - and always knows it IS me. Weird.

...and for a guy who never gets blown by anyone else, he sure cruises the M4M ads an awful lot or just happens to stumble upon mine the same day I post them. Trust me - this guy is out looking for it every single day. Why he can't tell me that is beyond me - not that I'm losing sleep over it.

He always lays back a bit, leaning on pillows, kind of watching me, kind of getting lost in the act. He always wants it to last and it never does more than 10 minutes, from time in the door to time out the door.

"Don" is always rock hard and the cock and load tastes good. He always shoots a lot - and that is the reason I keep letting him come back. I'm sure I will again.


Guy #2

40, 6'0", 180 lbs., br/br, bearded, in shape, GL, 6.5 cut, hairy legs, crotch, abs & mod hairy chest. Really dig hotel scenes!



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His stats were accurate, but he looked about 10 years older than he said. Maybe it had been a rough morning. I've been there!

We never got too far in the doorway, as I just wanted to drop to my knees and get him off. Like so many guys, he was going for the total strip down. That is not my thing for guys I just want to suck off. I rarely want their pants to drop. Normally, I'm good with a cock just yawning out of an open fly.

The guy proved to be an ok feeder. Some hip action going on as he pumped my mouth. He would have liked it to last longer, as he told me so, but his wish was not my command. I wanted to finish him off, as I knew another guy was on his way. I had not cleared with either of them to have a 3rd, and believe it or not, I do try to be respectful of that - especially when one of them is a married guy.

Guy 2 had a nice load as well. For a guy (me) who had not had breakfast yet, I was getting a warm and creamy protein filled meal, all courtesy of room service.

Guy 2 also accidentally left behind a small bottle of good poppers. The ones I had brought were ok, but not as potent as the ones he had. Bonus for me!

Guy #3
Just left the dentist but would love to swing by on my way back to work. I am 38 MWM 6' 180lbs. Clean cut professional. Can come over right now.

I stalled "MN" (name he signed) for a few, as I knew I had Guy #2 on his way. He was cool with that.

MN had no pic to share, which is always a risk, but I have a soft spot for married dudes - or guys who claim they are married or attached. I think we've been through all that before, maybe a few dozen times at this point.

I also have a hard time saying "no" when a guy shows who is less than up to par. I can't tell you how many times I've finished "the job", just because it was easier than kicking them out. Especially if they are borderline. (a guy who is a complete troll or liar about their looks, I have no issue with giving them the boot.)

I almost almost almost turned MN away. I knew I had Guy #4 coming over, who was all that, and MN just seemed a bit mousy and milquetoast.

.....until he unzipped.

MN had a phenomenal penis. He did not reference it in his stats, but he should have. Almost 8.5" of meaty dick. A very nice thickness and heft to it.

That prick fit perfectly into my mouth. Big enough to gag on, for the inexperienced, but fucking heaven to a cocksucking faggot, like myself. I loved taking care of it, and he was enjoying the service I was providing to him.

I was happy to remain on my knees while, just like I like, his dick jutted out from his open fly. I assured him he would get no jism on his pants. He'd never see any and that'd I'd clean him all off. He was good with that.

I worked that dick both nice and slow, and a little more frantic - mixing it up for the poor married guy (this guy I really think was). He was loving it. I was loving it.

Losing track of my time, I left it up to him when he wanted to blow that nut. I had probably worked on him for 20 minutes or so before he did. A very very full load. Slightly bitter, but no way was I missing a drop of it. Just like I promised him.

MN straightened up and I showed him out. He must have passed Guy #4 in the lobby or they were in separate elevators going opposite directions.

Guy #4

professional, hung, 45, 5 11, 185, well built looking to get sucked . I like masculine men w big dicks . Interested?



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You might recognize his picture from here. Because I blew him a few months back, while a buddy of mine watched.

It is not surprising I remember him from the pic, but that he remembered me. But he did - and the scene from the above link. He was hoping for a repeat of a 3rd guy - but had I known that....well...............

#4 you can tell is a pro at this. He probably gets blown dozens of times per month in a hotel or at someone who is hosting. His suit jacket was off in a matter of seconds and hanging in my closet. His tie was loosened just so, so that he was able to pull the mostly unbuttoned shirt off, over his head, without actually untying the tie. It makes it very quick to put back on and go. This guy was no novice. I love that shit.

This guy is all about the supine blow job. Him on the hotel bed, laying back wanting and expecting to be serviced. It was just what I did.

I knelt by the side of the bed and enveloped his entire shaft, right down to his pubes. He loved it. His back arched, his hips left the bed to push his dick into my mouth - not that I was going to have trouble taking it. But I loved his enthusiasm and his interaction.

The guy was loud - with his moans and groans and when he'd say stuff like, "oh fuck yeah, SUCK THAT DICK!!!!!!". Luckily the housekeeping staff barely speaks any English. ....like I care.

After about another 20 minutes, the professional stud let loose with a self-reported 4 day load. It wasn't huge by any means, but I savored every drop.

I like cum. What can I say?

He dressed like a pro, in reverse. That suit was back on in a flash and he was out the door. Both of us getting what we wanted.

All FIVE of us getting what we wanted.

Before I get to my 'Cumming Soon' story, I did have another less exciting hook-up - but in my mind, the cumming soon story and guy were so hot, many things pale in comparison.

It seems when I'm in DC I always find a guy who sings for their gay men's chorus. In theory, I would not say I am attracted to show-guys, but I guess I'd be stereotyping that they all were. They all seem to have a need to tell me they are in the gay men's chorus too. It's not like I ask it before we decide to hook-up.

5'10", 167, athletic/toned (work w/ trainer), 43c, br/hz, top. He seemed a bit slick, in this kind of sense: But I was horny and let the guy come over. He was nice enough and had a nice enough of a dick - maybe 6.5", but well proportioned. A nice sized girth to it and hard as a rock.....or as a cock.

The guy did have a good body and seemed to like mine. We stripped down and went to it. There was a minimum amount of foreplay, as he had to get to his holiday performance of his gay sing-a-long show.

I'm sure he gave me his name, but I don't remember it. It and he were not that important in the big scheme of things. Let's face it, I was a hole to him, as much as he was a dick to me. Nothing personal - just sex.

The guy was all about that. Though I had lube, he brought some. Possibly the biggest bottle I've seen anyone carry - and a type I had never seen. Everyone has their preferences I suppose, but to be traipsing around DC with that much lube, just for a trick. Go figure.

The guy did know how to fuck. Though we started with me on my back, he felt he could get the best leverage with me on my stomach. And to him, that's what it was about: leverage. How could he jackhammer that dick into me for his pleasure.

Again, I wasn't offended at his one-sidedness of this act. It was just sex. I'm ok with that.

He felt ok, but it was nothing extrodinary. But he did fuck like a machine. So good for him. Good for me - to a degree. Just how we started, I assumed it would last longer than it did, but he only had about 15 minutes in him.

That was ok too, believe it or not. He had a performance to get to (other than the one he just had on my hotel bed) and I had a business dinner to get to.

Like I said - it was all necessary. For both of us. And nothing special.

Cumming Soon

Just because it is the holidays, I'm still getting over my cold and I am working like a mad man - here are two pics that are a preview of my next post:




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"David" is a hot motherfucker, who for some reason chose me to hook up with. I know it's my self-loathing and I'm not worthy phase, but fuck - one of the hottest sessions I've had in a while.

Enjoy the pics. Look for the story in the next few day. There will be pics with that one too - but I'll be in them as well.

Enjoy your holiday, guys!

Second Go-Round x 2

I finally left NYC and made my way back to my home away from home: WDC.

I stay at one of two hotels most every time I'm in DC, I know the staffs there, they know me – though they don’t know what I do up in the rooms they book me for. Well, they might – but they certainly don’t say anything about it.

This trip to DC started with a repeat. You might remember about the cowpoke kind of guy who fed me his cock a few weeks back. He answered another one of my ads.

close by, looking to get sucked off before hitting the gym. 5'9" 165 fit, 31, 7cut thick, big shooter, ddf.


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Fuck - ain't it a beautiful cock? Nice plump head with and equally thick shaft. The two nice balls are pretty good too. And trust me, it tasted as good as it looks.

He was as hot as I remembered him last time. And like last time he was over in a matter of minutes. He just live in the apartments directly behind the hotel. Works for me!

As soon as he was in the door, the shoes were kicked off and the pants were around his ankles. I was on my knees in an equal amount of time. Naturally, in no time my lips were passing over and wrapped around that nice plump head and equally thick shaft.

My actions provided the response I love to hear and feel from a guy: a long, deep moan and hands being placed on my head. But I worked him hard, I worked him lightly. Unless it is in a complete skull-fucking session, I do like to mix it up quite a bit.

First, to change it up does usually make the sessions last longer. I'm all for the quick, get them off kind of scenarios, but if it is a guy I like blowing and I have no other scheduling issues, I like to take my time.

The fast, lets-get-you-sucked-off moments are balanced by opening my mouth a little wider, having less suction and more of the velvet mouth routine. Don't forget the tongue dance on the underside of the shaft, while still having the dick completely covered in mouth! That usually gets the cock to jump and twitch like no one's business.

I am a master at gauging men's reactions to what my mouth is doing. After all, I have been doing THIS for awhile. I'm nothing if not a student of how a guy reacts to fellatio. Then of course, I use it to my advantage, even if they think it is to theirs.


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Longer than most blowjobs, but not as long as I wanted it to last, "Scott" gripped my head tight and volleyed a number of jets of cum into my mouth. I stayed still making sure to take and savour each and every one of them. I also tried not to touch his head, as so many guys are sensitive after they cum - but on the other hand, I didn't want to miss the stray drops or ribbons of sperm that tend to bubble up after most guys think the 'job' is done.

In my estimation, a feeder should never have to clean up after the eater has completed his job. Truly completed.

So as I kept 'cleaning Scott up', he just stood there, letting me. And never going even remotely soft. So kept it up, I did - my actions and his penis.

He did step away and flop on the bed - and then I knew I would be working for a second load, even though it went unsaid.

With the second go-round, Scott started using his words. "Faggot" and "Cocksucker" passed from his lips - along with some other verbs, adverbs and adjectives. I certainly don't even mind his improper nouns. Not at all.

I always assume the second load will take longer than the first and almost every single time I am proven wrong. I don't think that is due to my talents as much as their focus on rubbing another one out and getting on with their day.

Either way, I'm ok with it. Scott groaned and had his head way back in my hotel pillows and pumped another nut into my willing and waiting mouth.

I think the only words that were exchanged as he redressed was 'thanks' (me) and 'gotta go walk the dog' (him).

Neither of us were looking for sustained conversation or friendship. We both got what we wanted. Twice.

Pumped x 2

The absolute highlight of my NYC trip was a rendezvous with some guy who shares my first name. We connected on Manhunt and I've never had tons of luck with that site - yet I cannot seem to quit it. Addictions of all types go deep, ya know. Why should MH be any different?

Dad/Top: 45, 6'3", 34W, hairy, 7" cut thick

He was playing hookie from work that day, but I couldn't meet with him immediately. He knew I was having lunch and would be back at 2p. I told him I might be running a few minutes late, but he had my phone and email if he needed to get a hold of me.

Mind you - I never expected him to be waiting outside my hotel room. Fuck this was a MH guy. Usually they are flakes. But there he was, hotter than he looked in his pictures and as sexy as he sounded during a call we had.

"R" stepped into my room as I unlocked the door. Though only claiming an inch taller than myself, he seemed larger. He stepped forward and gripped my head and pulled me in for an intense kiss. As intimate as it could have been, it turned out to be more sexual. Primal sexual, not really foreplay. Sure I put his cock in my mouth - because I love to suck. And what man doesn't like a blow job?


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R was a partnered man who played on the side. GREAT! But he told his partner about all his antics and all the details if he wanted to hear them. Snore. You know me, show me a guy who will lie, cheat and steal to bone a stranger, and I'm all over that.

It wasn't long before we stripped down and got down to business - which means a man's prick up my hairy ass.

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R fucked like a champ. We did it with me on all fours, with me on my back, with me sitting on his 7". And while he was hot and we seemed to connect on many levels, it was all animal. He wanted to dump a load up my hole, and I wanted him to.

And while we connected, it was a rough fuck. I'm not complaining. I've always asserted, if I am going to take it up the butt - I want to know it. I want it to be done by a MAN. R was and is.

After about 20-25 minutes, I was on my back for a second time during the session when R buried his dick and load. A big load I could feel and that anyone within ear shot could have heard. I'm ok with hotel indiscretion. Really. I am!

We chatted a bit afterwards. We made out a bit afterwards. He had me go back down on him afterwards and clean him up. Since I was pretty clean, he was too and I had no issue doing this while he took pics.


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Either my oral skills were good enough, or he was horny enough (or both) to go for round 2 on my ass. Or IN my ass, as the case may be.

For the most part, R took me from behind. He went in deep and rough - and repeatedly. The pressure against my prostate was incredible. It was a bit tender, highly erotic, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Sounds weird, but true. He was hitting all the right spots at all the right time.

Once again, he went in deep and unloaded as far as he could to get his swimmers as far in as they would go. He loved adding his load to his other load. We both did.

R insisted on snapping a pic of this achievement. You know I was ok with that.


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R wanted me to push some of his jizz out, but either he buried it too deep, or I deep down I was reluctant to let it go. Maybe a little of both. Why take it if you're not going to keep it?

With R gone, the rest of the trip just became a quest for more dick. But that was it for NYC. Between work and stuff, my free time and my sex time became much more limited.

Still - it was all worth it. Every second of it. Every drop of it.

# 2 for the Day

So, after Mr. 9" left, I did have another visitor before I had to make my way up to Rock Center for lunch. What other folks call a proper lunch.

Having semen for every meal is just fine with me. I've been living off it for about 3 decades now - so why not make a meal out of it.

5 9 165 hairy chest 48 years 8.5 inch cut cock needs to be sucked

I'm not sure of his ethnicity, but he was darker complected. He could have been italian or even hispanic. He wasn't a looker, but he had the goods in the dick department. They weren't internet inches, so as long as I kept my eye on that prize, I was good.

He was another guy who was good and instinctively grabbed the back of my head. I love that, but I'm a cocksucker and should be treated as such.


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The guy wasn't very verbal. Not like the last guy. I did love how 'cocksucker' just passed his lips like it was meant to be. But I also had no trouble taking this guy to the root. Why should I? It's not like it was my first time. Hell, it wasn't even my first time that day.


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I don't think I worked on this guy more than 15-20 minutes before the grip to my head tightened.

Clearly, you guys know I wasn't going anywhere, but either this guy didn't know that, or he just liked exerting his masculinity. I was fine either way. I like a feeder to take charge (or at least think that he is).

The load was decent, but nothing overwhelming - in volume or taste. I like when it has a taste and lot of quantity - but really, I'm here just to take the load, no matter how big or small, good tasting or bitter.

This is my job. Well, avocation more than job. And sucking more than blowing.

Miss Me?

I know, I know - it's been a bit since I've posted. Not for lack of "experiences", just for lack of time to write them.

As I pointed out in my last post, December is full of business travel for me - which means sex on my off hours. Hopefully.

I will start out with one New York story. I purposefully got in to the city earlier than I needed to be. I wasn't jonesing to meet up with my work-folk before dinner time. I also got to have lunch with an unidentified family member.

But before that meal - I had another one. Well....another two, but first things first.

I should say, I've never had much luck hooking up in New York. I have no idea why, but it has always been a tad more difficult. If using Craigslist, part of the problem is - your ad immediately gets lost in a sea of another 200 that were placed at the same time.

For some reason, this did not happen this last time. I had some decent reponses. Like this one:

GL masc white 27 br/br tight smooth worked out hung 9x6

Well, who wasn't going to be intrigued by 9"? It certainly caught my attention. He was two blocks away and made it in less than 10 minutes. What he didn't include and I completely missed is the lack of height and weight. The pics he went looked good - but I didn't pick up on that he was fairly short.

I know I'm nitpicking - I have always just had a height requirement.

With his demeanor and look - I would almost assume he was straight - but how often do true straight guys really look at the gay ads? I think I'm pretty savvy, but maybe I'm completely off base on this one.

But the guy had the right idea and attitude. The word 'cocksucker' just rolled out of his mouth with ease. It was slightly dirty and highly erotic. And it was also meant with laser focus on what he thought I was. Which I am.


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He gladly handled the camera, all the while firmly grabbing the back of my head (which I LOVE and I have great pics of that, but sorry - it shows my entire self) and pumping that big, thick, veined cock in and out of my mouth.

I don't think the entire scene lasted more than 15-20 minutes. I loved that he didn't strip down - just coat off and cock out. His BIG cock was out.

And let me tell you - I know the cock size does nothting to corallate with the load size, but you'd never know it from this guy. He said he jacked off the night before (jack off? with a 9" dick? shouldn't there be a line of guys waiting for that???), but you'd never know it from how much he coated my mouth and throat with his spunk.

No need to worry - I did not miss a drop. He liked that. Not that he was letting my head up to give me the option to not take it all. Not that I wanted him to.

It was a win-win for both of us.

I offered a repeat during my stay, but it never materialized. That's ok. I'm not looking a gift horsecock in the mouth.

Coming to NYC

It was suggested to me, by a reader, that I might post a few days in advance of what cities/towns I will be traveling to, in order to find a different base of folks who might want to hook-up.

DUH. That never occurred to me.

It certainly would be an alternate route of breeding sources other than Craigslist or Manhunt.

I'm throwing it out there guys.

I will be in NYC Wednesday and Thursday of this week (12/3 & 12/4). Availability on the latter date is later - like after 9:30p, as I am working all day. But I have some times starting around 1p on Wed. I'd host.

I will be in DC late late late Friday night (12/5) and all of Saturday (12/6) and very early Sunday morning (12/5). For those who miss me then, I'll be back the 10th-12th.

...and then one day in Miami (12/14).

Columbus Hotel A.M. Fuck

I was up very early the next morning, while in Columbus. Other people? Not so much.

I was still looking to get fucked, or to suck out a load before I had to hit the road. I had self-imposed a deadline on myself to be out the door, because I know how I am. Had I not, I would still be there thinking something, or something better, would come along. ...again, it is the price of being addicted to sex.

I did run across one guy I was ready to venture out for - and usually I'm the one to host. But he kind of dropped off and must have found something better or more convenient. It wasn't until later that it popped into my head that this guy bred me eons ago when I lived about a mile away from the hotel I was staying at. ....but that's another story for another time.

Finally I found I guy I settled on. Yes, 'settled'. I don't think he was in my top 5 choices of guys who were out there on Manhunt that time of the morning.

6ft 210lb 41yrs. blk man top 9c


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It is not the best angle for a picture, but it is the only one he provided me.

As I've been apt to do lately, the room number given out, the door slightly open for the guy to push through. And he did.

The guy seemed bigger than advertised, except in one place.

He wanted me to suck him and he was quite small.....and smelly. Clearly he had not showered, but I'm ok with that, I guess. He grew and he grew hard, but 9"? I don't think so.

He had a very very respectable SOLID, 8"....maybe. but not 9". I've seen a few dicks in my time (no, it is true. i have!) and this guy wasn't pushing 9" - let alone there.

I went back to my position on the bed, ass right at the corner of it - providing him easy access.

Make no mistake about this - the guy was rough. No finesse, no anything except how it felt for him. Good thing for him, I'm a trouper. He mentioned a few times about how he liked 'fucking a white ass'.

Since he had no style in the fucking department, I knew this would be over quicker than anticipated. True to form, I'm thinking he did his final bury of the dick (and with it, the seed) up my ass in about an 8-10 minute time frame from walking in the door....and that included the fluffing I performed too.

Sometimes you get what you ask for. I got fucked and that is all it was. Not erotic - just necessary.

I was on the road at my pre-designated time.

Mistaken Identity

Last week I was in Columbus - my old town of residence - for work, but instead of driving an hour south of there, in the middle of nowhere, I stayed downtown and figured, I'd make the commute to my next client the next morning.

At least in town, I'd have a chance of getting laid.

Between one client stop and dinner with friends, I checked myself into the Red Rash Inn.

Normally, I stay at better hotels than that, but it was a late decision, and the place is well situated and easy to get to from various areas of town. And as Red Roofs go, it really is fairly nice. Sparse - sure, but it's clean and again easy access.....for someone who provides easy access.

Also between checking-in and dinner with friends, I went on line to see what I could see. Actually, I placed an ad while on-line at the client site so by the time I made it to the hotel, I had quite a few responses.

Most guys never responded to my replies of their replies, but that is par for the course when using any hook-up sites. But one guy and I did trade a few emails back and forth:

looking for a masc guy to fuck and suck my cock. 38, 5'11", 190, 34w, masc, in shape, 7+ cut/thick.

Truth be told, there was a 2nd guy I was yakking with also. So when the above guy told me he'd be there in 25 minutes, I thought I could blow and dismiss guy #1 beforehand. So when there was a knock at the door 15 minutes later, I assumed it was not the highlighted above in blue. I was wrong - though I wouldn't know that until much later.

When the guy and I started playing, I mentioned there might be another guy joining us (again, I was acting on incomplete information). He was down with that.

"Scott" was all the things he claimed in the ad. He wore a baseball cap and took off his glasses when he arrived. He was masculine and very self assured - as he pushed me down to my knees to suck his dick.

At first, I was thinking he'd never get to 7", as he appeared small, but he was a grower. Also, within our email exchange, I made another incorrect assumption that he wanted some head....regardless of how he replied to me in his original message. But I also didn't know it was guy #2 who showed, not #1.

He insisted I sucked him and take him deep. Scott held my head steady and pumped his hips so that his cock was going deep into my mouth. Not that 7" isn't formidable, but c'mon - I'm me. I could take that, but I'm glad he got off on the idea of him taking charge that way. I did too.

Scott moved to the bed where he sat on the edge, where I sucked him. He scooted back farther onto the bed, where I followed, so I could get to his dick. Soon I was laying in a position perpendicular to him so I could suck him a little easier.

What it also did was give him access to reach down to my ass - where he found my hole. And when he found my hole, he found he could make me quiver a little. He also found he could get what he wanted.

Admittedly, I had a small bottle of lube out, but I didn't think it would be for him. With authority, Scott told me to roll over on my stomach. I obeyed.

He lubed his dick and poured some into/onto my ass. With no ceremony, he PLUNGED in. Really - it was like a stab the way he did it, or the angle, or both. Had I been able to go anywhere or pull off, I probably would have. But as you can imagine, I was pinned between him and the bed. I'm sure he saw the surprise/discomfort in me, but it didn't stop his initiative.

Scott probably did give me 30 seconds to adjust, but then it was all about fucking my ass. I had poppers near me and reached for them. I've been trying to use them less and less - going for the breathing technique. ...they also make me lose my erection - and I want a guy to know I'm enjoying the fuck.

But to get my head in a more comfortable place while my hole was conforming to that same place I needed to get to - I took two big hits of the poppers. I relaxed and opened up for him - just like he knew I would.....or should. He talked dirty about me while he did all of this to me. You know I love that shit.

I murmured to him that he was going to make me late for dinner. He said he knew he was - and didn't care. ..and he didn't. His chest was on my back as he fucked my ass. He also saw my ring and without stopping his in and out motions, he grabbed hand and said, "filthy motherfucker, playing around with strangers while you're out of town...." Then he pumped harder for a few minutes.

With no warning, he pulled out and stood next to the bed.

"Get up!", he commanded. I did. "Come here", he said and led me to the bathroom alcove - which had the sink and mirror. "Bend over".

I did.

"Now watch yourself take a strangers dick up your ass"...and again, I did. We both did.

Like looking at a movie or something, we both watched our reflections instead of our real selves. It was almost a disconnect, but he could feel a warm ass and I could feel a rod of steel up my hole.

With more derogatory comments, Scott pumped me. I have to say - it was hotter than fuck. The visual, the verbal, the attitude. At one point while both looking into the mirror, he gave this wink that was one of those dirty little secret winks. He could have as easily been doing it back to himself as he was to me. Looking back now, I'm not sure. But it was hotter than fuck.

It kind of surprised me that with no fan fare, he pushed deep and held it there. Not a word or sound - but there was a pulse. I knew what he was doing. So did he (obviously!). That was hot too. He just let a huge load flood into my guts.

Scott pulled out and cleaned up while I stood there. Both of us knowing I'd have to hustle out of there for dinner. He dressed and left without a 'thanks', but I never expect it (or really want it) from a guy like that. He assumed guys like me were there for guys like him. And who can argue with that logic?

Before I left for dinner, I sent an email out to the guy I thought was #2 (who actually was Scott), but I thought had not shown or running late:

me: waited man. couldn't stay. will be here in early morning.

him: dude, i'm the one that fucked your ass.

him: let me know if you come back to town. i have a buddy who would love to help me tap that hairy butt again.

Don't think I won't be keeping his email address for a scene like that. If his friend has half the attitude of him, I'll be golden. I'd even make a special non-work trip down there if I thought that would happen.

Later, I was relaying thoughts about Scott and his 'tude to an on-line guy (can't say he's a friend, or a buddy - as I've never met him). Here was his take on Scott, or guys like him:

it was you or a kleenex both just a place to deposit both disposable and you know it only benefit of you is that the top has satisfaction is that a person is being made into a pig - the power over you to put you in your place

...and you know it.

A-fuckin'-men!

1 Morning. 2 Fucks.

Sex on the road is all about the connections and timing. I can’t tell you how many crowded cities I’ve been in with no opportunity to actually hook-up.

I love “doing” the new guys – the different cocks, the different methods they have and use. But there is something nice about repeats. As you’ve seen in a few of my most recent posts, I have my share of guys who return for services I provide – free of charge, of course! Remember: I’m a slut – not a whore.

On my final day of my last trip, I had back to back visits. Both repeats.

#1. The black guy from a few posts back contacted me asking for a return visit. The guy had a nice body and an incredible cock. I would kind of be a fool to not want to attempt that again.

The first time, he was like Clark Kent – only in the fact that he really looked different when he took off his glasses. He looked more masculine – presented differently.

The second time – not so much. For some reason he had more effeminate qualities this time. That being said, he still had an incredible schlong. 8"-8.5” of solid dark brown, uncut meat. Lots and lots of overhang. I guess it’s one of those things with a nice uncut prick – you always want what you don’t have.

Maybe that’s not true. I have a nice big piece of meat – and I still want that from other guys. Scratch the above statement.

He stripped down as soon as he got in the room. I told him I had to have a pic of that dick and he allowed it. But I didn't waste the shot - I made sure to get some of me in there too. Nothing like the contrast of light and dark.


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But for his after fuck trepidations of the last time and 'never ever' fucking raw, he didn't pack a rubber with him, nor did he ask if I had one. He had me get him sloppy wet with my mouth and then laid back on the bed and told me to sit on him.

I did. Just like this.


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I'm actually becoming quite adept to holding the camera at weird angles and still getting a more than decent shot. He's about half-way in me. No worries - he did get it all the way in. Over and over.

But not for as long as you might think - or as I wanted. Sooner - way sooner - than later, he clenched his eyes and said he was going to cum. Then he did.

For as large as he is, I would have thought to feel him throbbing up there - especially at this angle. But I didn't. It was still a good thing to know I was getting and taking his load.

Upon cleaning up and getting ready to go, he never once uttered a thing about 'shouldn't have done this again' or word one about fucking a stranger. He actually told me to contact him next time I was coming to town.

As this guy was showing up, I was also arranging a time with another repeat guy. I blogged about this guy last October. The guy has a killer dick, a dirty mind, a filthy mouth - and not the most attractive face. But I ain't staring at his picture all day either.

Actually, as we conversed via email since my last time, his ideal is to have me face down, ass to the side of the bed when he enters. In theory, I never had to see him. It could have been hotter if we had never hooked-up before, but this would work too.

"Roy" called when he was in the lobby. I left my jockstrap on, unlocked my door, put my ass on the side of the bed with a pillow under my mid-section. In a few minutes I heard the door being pushed open, then shut & locked - a slight sigh of satisfaction as he saw what was presented to him and then the inevitable shedding of the clothes.

Roy loves to eat ass - and as it turns out, I love to have it done, especially as a precursor to being fucked. I thought about telling him of the load I had up there from 30 minutes prior, but I thought I'd just wait and see what he'd find. Turns out - if he tasted it, he said nothing, but it was buried farther than the average tongue could ever reach.

Soon enough, Roy lined himself up to my ass. I shamelessly tossed the camera his way, as I knew he's be ok with snapping a few pictures.


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Roy is a little over 7" long I think, but you can see the girth. I showed these to a friend who said the dick looked like a dildo and not real. I see where he's coming from, but I am here to tell you it is all real. Yeah he has an industrial strength metal cock ring on and maybe he was even taking some viagra or something, but the flesh pole he was sporting was all his. Not that I looked around to see it.

I remained face down waiting for what was to happen. And it did.


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Roy needed no prompting for getting his cock to my hairy crack. He nudged it against the target and while he is very thick and yes, I had seen some recent action over the few days prior to this, he went in fairly easily. The guy does have a technique of which I am impressed.

He makes a big dick feel good, to the point where I think even a less experienced guy (I guess that might be most people other than me!) can take it fairly painlessly. Because soon, he was all they way up me - and then would pull back out - kind of like this:


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Granted, he went balls-deep, so this is just a shot.

I do love it when guys put their mouths right to my ear and say dirty things. I don't even remember what he was muttering, but suffice to say it was some name-calling and telling me what my ass and I am good for.

Roy did go on to say that he would love to see some straight guy fuck me. I'd love for him (or just about anyone) to see that too.

When Roy unloaded, I could feel every throb. But given how wide that cock was, I don't think that would be much of a surprise.

For the entire time I took it up the ass by Roy, I never turned around, I never looked at him - nor did he see my face. ....but you know for that getting yourself back together and dressed, it's hard just to lay face down waiting for him to go. I relented and finally rolled over before he left.

Overall, it was still a pleasant morning. I'd do it all again.

I know - you're all shocked!

New Post - not a story

Not that I don't have stories to relay. I'm still racking up new encounters for you guys. Committing them to a post is another matter. I have some partially drafted and some just up here in the old grey matter.

But I thought I'd point out that I have updated my blogroll - again. No one has been deleted, or at least I don't think so. But I have added a few.

Dulce y Peligroso is a pretty hot blog. Luckily for me, RG is 'offically addicted' to my blog. HA! - get it? Bad thing for me - he's competition on the bottom department. If we lived in the same area or traveled to the same towns, he'd be serious competition. But he's hot enough, that'd it would be welcomed. I'd give it up for him - in more ways than one.

I believe, Gay Pig, found me via RG at Dulce. He seems decent, though to stay on my blogroll, he'll have to keep up with the postings. He doesn't know it yet, but I don't keep folks on who go dormant for months at a time.

As for other posts - I should be back to those in a day or so. The next one will have pictures....and I know how much you guys seem to enjoy that shit!

M

I hate when things get fuzzy.

My post about M had one of the most comment responses from my readership than any other post I’ve done. This is post #2 about M. It's not my standard sex post. Some will appreciate it. Others - not so much.

But things are fuzzy.

I’ve been blessed/cursed with an incredible memory – but things with M get me blurry from the word “go”. I think I am so distracted by this man, that I am finding it hard to separate fact from fantasy. Maybe there isn’t a separation and I need there to be. As comfortable I am in my own skin, M might push me to uncomfortable places. This post won’t be as clear and concise as many of you would like.

It’s not that I don’t remember the events – I do. Kind of. Sequence of events are hazed. Things actually said are vague memories – and were immediately after they happened. Actions and demeanor are spot-on. At least in my mind. He’d have to confirm his take on my take.

M knew I was coming to town and with our busy schedules we had some overlap time. My door was open for him, I was on my knees, stripped, head hung down, next to the bed when he arrived. He never asked this of me – not verbally. It was expected – from both of us.

I was instructed to rise – and then M sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt and removed his shoes and socks, being careful to place them just so when they were off. All the while he sat their looking down at me. Appropriate.

Sooner than later, my face was directed to his crotch. It felt good. It felt right.

Clearly, I am a man made for sucking cock – and other things – but some feel more right there than others. While this can be a physical thing, it can also be more a mental or psychological one. Sometimes it is the perfect storm.

This is where things get muddled. The haze of what we did, what we said, etc. I think I opened myself up to so much and tried to take everything in, none of the specifics stuck. Well….not all of them. Some of them did.

M likes poppers. M likes me to like poppers. As with everything else I did with him, I took it one step further. If he held the popper bottle to each nostril for 30-45 seconds, I would inhale that long. The glee on his face that I would do that because he wanted was intense.

As with last time, if you read, M does not exhibit a lot of emotion. It’s not that he doesn’t have it - it is that he knows he doesn’t need to with someone like me. He knows that I know what he is thinking and feeling – at first meeting we both know we were on that same wavelength. There are/were so many things not said, that when they were, it was this overflow of weird feelings on my part.

Sounds corny when I write it out – right? It does to me.

There were moments of lust – his and mine. There were moments of needing and wanting to please (mine). There were moments of needing to be feel superior (his).

There were times as his hand held or cradled my head that it was very parental. I don’t know how to describe it any other way. It was commanding and yet still comforting. M encouraged me to ‘let go’. It was vague and yet not. He wanted to see what I could emote – verbally and none. It wasn’t a ploy (I don’t think) or a farce. He was flexing some mental muscle – but it was, in his own way, sincere.

I wanted to. I even might have. Emoted, that is. At least to a degree. As you can read in the previous 270+ posts, emotions are not my strong suit – at least displaying them. It is not that I’m a cold hard bastard (ok…maybe!), but there is a time and place for those and it is usually not during sex in hotel rooms with men I barely know.

Sex is an act, not an emotion.

So yes, not only have I learned to suppress that for most anyone – I have conditioned myself to not send or receive mixed messages. If nothing else, on “date” 2 – it would (and should?) scare the shit out of most guys – myself included.

But honestly, I don’t think M thinks that way. Having a guy open up leaves them vulnerable. This can be used for good or evil. I have no idea what he wants or what he wants to use it for. I just know I had to try to please him. At one point, when between his legs looking up (always me looking up!), he had a grin/sneer on his face. Hard to describe (again) but totally hot. I can’t remember why he had it, or what caused it, but he did.

I didn’t make anything up – but whatever came out of my mouth so weird (to me), but he seemed to dig it. Enough so, that I got his load in my mouth.

He dressed, again with my help. I resumed my position kneeling next to the bed, just like he found me. But like last time, our discussions as he was poised to leave turned him on enough to elicit another erection. He pulled out and stroked. And stroked.

M asked for the underwear I was going to wear that day. I retrieved them. He had me hold the inside of the pouch out for him. He unloaded his 2nd ejaculation into them. I wore them all day – just as he knew I would.

There wasn’t enough to make a mess of my pants or to show my clients, but anytime I went into a restroom, unzipping or unbuckling my pants, I could smell him. It lingered in my briefs and in my nostrils.

Just as he continues to linger in my thoughts.

Ed & Me - Part Umpteen

I’m torn on which order to write my next three stories, but figure I’ll just roll them out as they come. I wanted to build up to the hottest story, but they are like my children – and they were all hot in their own ways. They are all repeats – and one of them is just from earlier in the same week. I’m concerned I’m getting a reputation around town – and I don’t even frickin’ live there!

This first one is about “Ed”. Yeah – I’ve written about him a number of times before. Ed is actually the person I’ve hooked-up with most since I’ve been traveling to DC. I can’t say we’re a regular thing, but a little more consistent over the last few months. No worries – I am not there enough to make it a ‘thing’ and I think he has a partner or at least a boyfriend.

Standing naked before you – he is a wonderful specimen of a man. Muscular, but not overly so. Hairy – and in all the right places (possibly the most perfect treasure trail!). Handsome, but not unapproachable. Masculine. Well hung.

If he has a negative, his voice is a little nasally – or so it seems. After we’re doing what we were destined to do, I never notice it again.

Ed is good in bed. Yeah, with him, I’m always the bottom, but with a guy like this – that is where I’m meant to be. I want to be. We have little conversation and always get down to “it”.

Ok – this time it was a little different. Normally we are early morning or very late night hook-ups. This time was right after work for both of us. It was cold and raining out when he arrived. With no words, it just happened. We drew closer and closer – to the point where we started kissing.

To anyone else, it wouldn’t seem a big deal – except for the last 15 months or so, Ed and I had never kissed. Not once. Certainly it was pleasant – and done with some passion. And it lasted for quite a while, especially considering we had never done it. It went beyond curiosity and into lust personified. Maybe he isn’t dating anyone. It did not seem like the lips of a guy who kisses for passion at home. Or it could just be my imagination.

During the kissing, we started slowly, methodically and sensually taking off each other’s clothes. The buttons to our dress shirts came undone one by one – with no rush, yet with great abandon. It was like the stuff out of bad romance novels or a Lifetime movie (if one of us were a woman!). Lips went to necks, sides of faces and ears. Tongues too. And yet, shirts were untucked, dropped to the floor and then we went lower to the belts, shoes and pants.

Ed’s body always makes me just want to stand and admire him. The veins in his leg are even masculine – coming from a man who works on that body, but can easily be disguised by normal business clothing.

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He collapsed onto the bed – waiting for me to come to him….to service him. I went gladly – willingly.

Last time I provided him a blowjob. It was meant to be more, but he had hurt his back and he was responding well to my mouth. According to him, he has a hard time ejaculating from head, but this time he had no issue. Not only that, but he got hard again in a matter of minutes.

So, I started, this time, with my mouth too. I got a very similar reaction. Ed put pillows behind his head and watched the top of my head go up and down on his – and then underneath the shaft. At some point, what my activity and what he was seeing from his angle, I heard him say “that’d make a nice picture”

Never one to be shy, I said – do you want a picture of that? He said sure. I got up found my camera and tossed it Ed’s way. He used it. During the rest of our session, I’m thinking he took like 4-5 dozen pics…..like this one.

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But getting blown – at least through cumming – was not on Ed’s agenda. “Sit on this”, he commanded, shaking his hard 7.5” at me. And I tried, but it was a tough go. Not sure if it was his angle or mine or combination, but it was difficult going in. Not to worry, we got it but it wasn’t working for either of us. We flipped around in various position – me on all fours, me on the edge of the bed on my back and the back to me sitting on it – like this:

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We went on like this for about 45 minutes….his cock just made for my ass (yeah – I know what you’re all thinking! Shut your pie holes!). The last bit of ploughing was me on my back, center of the bed, Ed above me pumping me hard.

Hotel guests on either side of us had to know someone was dumping their seed. It’s one of those unmistakable sounds – regardless of your gender. You’ve done it or it’s been done to/in you – unless of course you’re under 18! {EG}

I could feel Ed pretty much flooding my guts. Not so much with the volume, but the pulses with each shot he put into me.

What I have found with Ed is, there is no slipping out afterwards. It is a concerted effort to get his dick out of my ass – that is if I want it to come out at all.

I was still on my back and he leaned back – basically so our crotches were still touching via his cock up my hole.

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Honest to g-d, in a matter of minutes (seconds?) he was snoring. Fuck – it was like we were dating and he just drifted off to sleep post-coitus. This did not seem like the behavior of a trick – who usually pulls out, dresses and is out the door.

Oddly enough, I was comfortable with this arrangement. His dick was still pretty plump and deep in me. It wasn’t going anywhere unless I pulled my way off him – and if I did that, he’d wake. I didn’t want to do that either. What I did do, is take a few torso pics. I didn’t want to get his face in them, as I wanted this little arrangement to continue.

After about 30 minutes, Ed woke up - still in me. Truth be told, it was great. He eventually pulled out, got up and showered. I remained laying in bed, completely satisfied. Hopefully he was too.

Ed dressed and we had a few more kisses before he left. I'll just assume there will be another go-round at some point.

3 (Very) Short Stories

Before I get into my two hottest encounters of the last week, I am going to lump three more in for you. Ok enough to blog about (two of them at least) – not great enough to be deserving of their own separate entries.

One guy worked at a "hometown paper", and was in a rush as it was election day. I had blown him before, but I can't find I ever blogged about him. He was ok - and ok looking. Married, 6" dick. While I liked blowing him - he wanted me to lick his ass (I did) and then fuck me (I let him).

He was good about the fuck - and his wife would be a fool not to like his technique - although he was quick about it. Maybe it was his deadline, maybe it was because he was on the clock or maybe it was because he was with a guy and just wanted to dump a load. I don't know. He was gone pretty quick.

The next guy was better. Hotter. The whole nine yards. Early 40s, 6', 180. Good body, but you can tell it was better when he was in the military. He had a certain air about him that let you know he was. When you saw his ink - it was confirmed, as I don't think too many civilians had Marine tattoos on their body.

Here is his dick:
He insisted on wearing a rubber and you know how I feel about that. I respected his wishes and he respected mine. We went for oral only. Not that he didn't push the issue - by standing next to the bed while he fed me. "Les" coated his thumb, index and middle finger with his saliva. He then reached down and played with my hole.

Damn it felt good and he sure knew what he was doing - and he should have. While he did this, he told me how many guys he fucked in the military and that he started fucking his father's best friend while he was 14!!!

You have to admire a guy who knows what he wants and knows how to get it - especially at that age. Next time, I might just have to let him bone me - rubber and all.


The third tale came from this guy: 28 muscled jock. Would love to get off in that ass. The picture was flawless. I should have probably been skeptical - it was too hot.

The guy was ok looking at best - and if he was 28, I am 65. For the most part, I'm not into boys - and he had to be 21 at best. His dick was fair and his technique - the one of a newbie.

The fuck was jack-rabbity and unsatisfying - at least for me. At the last minute, he pulled out of my ass and dumped his load on my ass (see below)



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So much for loving 'to get off in my ass'. He won't ever be getting an invite back. Wasn't my scene or feeling like I had sex with a 'man'.

My still have other good stories to relate from this last trip. Overall, I got 14 loads in 3 days. Not chopped liver.

The best stories yet to cum.........