Guys With iPhones

I have had a number of my loyal readers (and you know who you are) give me the head's up that one of my blog pictures has ended up on the new-ish website Guys with iPhones.

This is not me. Unfortunately.


Right now I'm on page 3, but I think as they add pics I'll get bumped to page 4, then 5 then 6. Etcetera.

You might remember the picture from my original blog post last January.

Since my face isn't in the pic, I love that my readers remembered it, and were good to notify me about its appearance.

Yeah, I'm sure the site is getting loads of traffic now (pun fully intended), so it would have been great to get the link back to the blog to drive traffic. BUT I don't know how they got the pic and the moderators there might not even know where it originated from.

I'm not too bent out of shape about it all.

That all being said - it is a pretty hot fucking site. The majority of guys are mostly nude. Some are not. I'm not. I'm just performing "an act". (well, I was acting like a top.)

Who knows - maybe I'll end up on it in another way. No promises. But never say never.

Hotel Two Way

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Craigslist Fuck - Columbus, OH

This is my last of the series of when I was in Columbus last week.

Besides perusing Grindr and ManHunt (dud again, MH!), I placed an craiglist ad (and didn't murder anyone, thank you!). I had a few responses, but most were tossed to the side either by me or them. But one stood out.

6', 175, brown, hazel, mod hairy, 6" cut, 37 yo.

The pic he sent was nice too - though I can't post it here. It has full face. Safe to say the chest looked nice and was a bit more than mod hairy. And he typed a good game on how nasty he could be. Bonus.

The guy showed up (never did get a name - I don't think) and was mildly dressed up. Turns out he just came from some calling hours. And you know while others were talking about the dead body he was thinking of getting laid.

I took off his shirt slowly and we kissed a bit - but he was not a great kisser, so I kind of put a halt to that without him really knowing I had issued a cease and desist order.

As I was feeling his upper body though, I was struck by what soft skin he had. I mean - it was weird soft. The best way to describe it was like it was air. You'd feel it, but not - all at the same time. He was like a woman (or what I would assume one to feel like) but looked like a man. ...and yes, trust me that thought did go through my mind. You know: the thing you were all just thinking??? But I dismissed that fairly soon.

The guy wanted to eat my ass. He knew I was going to be fucked by others,yet still wanted to do it. I even told him I had two loads up there. He was to be undeterred. Who am I to stop him? He peeled off his pants and went down to my hole - as I was laying on the bed on my back.

It is then I kind of wished I had been on my stomach for this.

The way he leaned over and/or bend gave some rationale to why his skin might be the way it is. When standing he carried himself just fine. When leaning over, there were.......pockets (?) or folds (?) of skin. He was probably someone who shed 150-200 pounds, which is great, yet had the excess skin still in place. Which was most definitely not great.

Overall, the guys was still hot and had the right intentions (which were the wrong ones by societal norms), but I could not help it - my focus was on the flab. That's my flaw, not his.

Now, I'm not a complete asshole. We did what we set out to do in the first place. Him eating my ass. Him sucking my cock. Him fucking my ass. All were done admirably too, I might add. Granted, he had 6", which if a fine sized dick, but I had kind of already been opened up that night - twice. I can't say I felt a lot.

The entire session did not last long, for which I was grateful. But he seemingly loved it. I even got an email from his blackberry on his drive home telling me so. I know he lives in a remote area and his opportunities must be limited - and I would assume his transition look might limit that too, or not. I have no way of knowing.

I know. I know. Not the sexiest or dirties post I've written. But you know me - I tell it like it is, good or bad. This one was neither. Just mediocre.

Grindr Fuck - Columbus

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Repeat Fuck - Columbus, OH

I was in Columbus for a day full of meetings this last Friday - which were starting early, so I went down the evening before. Naturally, I used a number of methods to get laid, or attempt to get laid.

Normally, after I get fucked (or fall to my knees), I do not keep contact information of these tricks. Some of them I do, of course. The good ones. And to the good folks when I return often to their cities (a la DC). But there is one in Columbus I kept - and notified him a week in advance of my return. He seemed interested.

I find it somewhat amusing that on Twitter, LeatherSkinBiker, tweeted/twatted, whatever, that he was reading my blog and hyperlinked this post. Ironically enough, it was my original post about the guy I was hoping and planning to get fucked by again. How'd he know?

"Scott" emailed me and told me he had a short window of time to come over - and to make sure I was ready and cleaned out in the next 10-15 minutes. And he was right on time. And I was prepped.

He walked in, took off his glasses, pants and shirt and had me get to my knees. I forgot from the first time how small he started off, but with my mouth on him, I could feel him grow.....and grow and grow.

I took out my camera (without asking - which I rarely do) and snapped one pic. He goes, 'that's all'. And it was done.


Like Clark Kent with glasses on, Scott I'm sure comes across as mild-mannered, but when the doors are closed, he is a steel minded in his resolve. He is calm, cool, collected and unshakable. Which are really all the same thing.

Since there was limited time, he goes, "get your ass on the side of the bed". I did as told.

There was to be no purchased lube to be used. If it didn't come from my mouth or his, it would not be applied to his shaft. I'm ok with that. It really takes fucking to it's second most primitive level. I guess dry would be THE most primitive, but it's really not my style.

Let's face it, 2009 has been kind of bust for me in the receiving end of taking dick - and Scott's dick was the biggest of the few I had taken. I was (or felt) a little out of practice. He pushed in the head and I asked him to hold on to let me get used to it.

"You're kind of being bossy" he flatly said - and then proceeded to push in and bottom out in me.

Man, I liked that response - both verbal and non.

And then the fucking began. He wasn't rough or fast. Determined would be the word. Methodical. His eye boring holes into me as he pumped at his own pace.

He referenced most of the things I had put in my previous post. How he liked fucking me in front of that mirror. How he came over for a blowjob and got a piece of ass from some slut in a hotel room. And then how he told his friends about about doing it to me.

That got me as rock hard as him currently sliding his dick in and out of me. I love a guy with confidence and a dirty mouth. He had both.

While he was on a tight timeline, his pace never quickened or got erratic, as many guys will do as they either fight to get off - or to hold off. He asked, "what do you want me to do". I thought I was leaving it open for him when I said, "whatever you want, I don't care". Being the smart man that he is, he calmly said, "you don't care? So then if I just pulled out of you and walked away - you wouldn't care?".

He had me. He made me ask for it.....if not beg for it. I'm sure I asked, but the desperation in my voice may have sounded different to him. I asked for his dick. I asked for his load. I asked for him to put it up me.

No grunts. No groans. No vocals - or vocal warnings at all. He just shut his eyes and put his head back a little and the cum shot into me.

I was reveling in it. Loving that it was being done - and that he was doing it. He knew what he was doing and probably read me like a book. He might be this way with everyone as far as I know.

As he readied himself to leave - he asked if anyone else was coming over. I told him I had two others scheduled - and the times they were to arrive. He said he might be back for the 9pm one (he never showed), but that I was to keep that load up there. I already knew I would - and he probably did too, but just hearing him say it was enough.

Without a 'thanks' he was gone. Until next time.

Married Guy Fuck Up

Maybe it is due to my lack of travel, but lately I have been taking more ‘risks’ – if you will.

Yes, I get all your nods and shakes of the head when I talk about my behavior – and the things I do and the guys I do. But usually there is a sacred place for me and that is my house. I rarely rarely rarely have “entertained” there.

I’m probably paranoid, but you never know what freak will come over and then when it’s over (and let’s face it – with me, when I’m done, I’m DONE!) I don’t need some freak to track me down and do whatever. Yes, I get the irony that I am that guy who travels to other guy’s houses to do the deed – but I’m not a freak. And again, when I’m done, I’m usually done. I move on to another guy. Any other guy.

But in my Grindr story I did tell my friend on the phone I was about to hit my knees. He kind of all made me snap to reality when he said later upon follow-up “I didn’t think you ordered in”. Bingo. He is/was right.

Earlier in the week I had placed one of my first hometown craigslist ads wanting to drop to my knees after work – on my way home and made it clear I could not host. But I let my hormones get the better of me.

The guy was in his 40s (a plus). Shaved head and goatee (a plus). Married (way plus). And tended to be dominant (jackpot). He also wanted right now – which annoyed me that he couldn’t read or ignored it.

Against my better judgment, yet still with that raging libido, we made arrangements to meet at my house at lunch.

“Dennis” was ok looking facially though he carried a bit more in his mid-section than he led on while exchanging stats. His take on 6” was a little overstated too. He didn’t mention how thing the dick was either. But I can work with this if the guy has the right attitude.

Dennis was ok in this department, but just ok. He talked a good game, but it was tempered by too much niceties. When I’m with a dom married guy – I want to feel used. Not slightly used and then coddled. Pick a role and run with it!

He did bend me over my sofa to eat my ass. He was ok at it. Clearly he had done it before but I’ve had much much better. But he was doing it. That says a lot for a married guy, I think. Credit where credit is due.

This is where he wins some points. He stood up with me still bent over, his hand on my back. At first I thought he just wanted to cuddle, because that’s what he was doing, but he had other ideas. He wanted in. And frankly, taking him this way was the best case scenario. I would have sucked him off, but his wasn’t a dick that you’d really knew was in your mouth. Or up your ass as it turns out.

He rubbed against me and my hole and had it pop in. Yeah, I get around, but it is not like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. I still have plenty of traction down there….even for him. But for some reason, I felt the need to make him feel better about it and himself. I did the appropriate noises and verbal queues and it worked because he was into it and his prowess. Or alleged prowess.

Dennis was ok and his wife probably is fine with how he operates in bed, but I don’t think he had a lot of experience with men. And even if he did – not ones of my experience. He would have been great as my first time out, but we’re not even in the top 2700 at this point (if you count both points of entry).

True to expectations, that was all over in a matter of minutes. I was fine with it, as I was still feeling uncomfortable about being away from the office and at my house with a virtual stranger.

We chatted as we redressed ourselves. He wanted me to get off, I wanted to get out of there – and to be honest, if I was going through the motions to get fucked, it would have taken a lot more for me to get my rocks off. I just said I had to rush.

He was great about bringing up the issue of not bothering me again or worrying about my house etc. And damn if I didn’t get lulled into a false sense of complacency. It’s been less than a week and I get 1-2 phone calls per day, with the same amount of text messages and emails.

I’ve been nice – so far. But I’m now starting to ignore them and we’ll see how that goes over. I’m guessing not well. However, I do have an ace up my sleeve. The guy answered my ad with an email address from his work – with real name and company. A quick internet search showed me where he lived.

If he ends up fucking with me, I will fuck with him. That seems fair – right? Granted, I made my own bed (so to speak), but no reason I have to lie in it because he forces me to. I’m all about forced sex, but not by this guy…..and not this way.

More Group Suck Off

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Grindr

If you have an iPhone, there is an application on there that allows you to hook-up. Or attempt to. Finally - the iPhone will pay for itself - for some of us.

Grindr is the name. It's free too - so that's a plus. It isn't too well known out there, someone from Twitter told me about it, so I'm just spreading the good word.

The way it works is, you sign up (and in), iPhone uses the GPS function to locate your area without revealing it in detail to other users. It then searches for other users - listing them from closest location to farthest. Then let the song and no pants dance begin.

Yesterday it paid off. 26 year old guy. I'm sure gay, but as straight acting and talking as they come. 140 lbs and maybe 5'8". He was all guy - which was great. From his voice to his body smell. He'd clearly been working all day, something that was confirmed when I smelled and tasted his genitals.

Right before he showed up, I got a call from a friend. I told him I had to go, because I was about to get on my knees. He wanted to know more details, but their was a knock on the door. I had to go.

This dick thickened up nicer than I thought it would. It started out thin, though long. When he became erect, it didn't lengthen. It hardened for sure. But it was his attitude that was key. The word 'faggot' and 'cocksucker' just flowed from him with ease.

He told me how he used to use a guy in high school to service him and that I was the new guy to service him. "Brian" just piston fucked my mouth. Hands tight on my head he just skull fucked me. It was great.

He loved it. I loved it. He just didn't call me what I am, but treated me like one - like a pro. He told me how to work his cock and what I was going to get out of it.

Brian promised me a big load and he delivered. I didn't count the squirts, but I got more than a mouthful. Some of his jizz slid down my throat, but I like to hold as much as I can in my mouth to savor it.

"Make sure you get every fucking drop. Don't leave any. Milk it all out", he said. I didn't need the coaching, but fuck if I didn't like hearing it. Or live to hear it.

He zipped up and left. Not a word of thanks passed his lips. His semen passed mine. It was just expected to.

Thanks Grindr.

Some Housekeeping

Every now and again, I do a little cleaning up of this site. Today is that day.

March showed me having my second best month in traffic, which I never thought would happen, since it was one of my slowest months in actual posts.

I've also started playing around with Google Analytics, which has been fun. It's given me to insight as to where guys are coming from - webwise, not philosophically - though I'm thinking they are probably more closely related than you'd care to believe.


Most of you guys find me on your own or have me bookmarked it would seem (and yes, I'm assuming you are "guys"). But a decent chunk is based on places I am linked at - so you visit those sites and click on their blogroll of which I am included.

Many of those links are reciprocal on my site as well. There are a few I did not have (I do now) and a few I'm surprised I'm getting so much traffic from. A few blogs out there are just that - out there. They haven't been updated in a year or more and yet still folks go there and then on to me. Hey, I'll take traffic anyway I can get it.

So there are also a few defunct links on my site, so I have removed those - but welcome RL, Matt & Dan, Adam and Boned & Stoned.

Mouth on Dick

Yeah yeah - you don't have to tell me it has been forever since I've posted. My job and lack of travel for this job has really put a fucking hamper in my sex life. And of course, by sex life, I mean me taking it down the throat or up the ass.

Getting my dick down a throat is no trouble whatsoever. I know it doesn't make for the best stories, but right now, it is all I have got unless I delve into the archives. Maybe I will, but for right now, I can at least get to some feeder stories - me being the feeder.

I was back at this one cocksuckers house, admittedly to hopefully see one of the guys who had his hands all over me from the last time I was there. We had one of those non-verbal connections, even though he was a feeder and he saw me feeding. I think (hope?) deep down he knew I'd be on my knees for him.

It was unfortunate that as I arrived, he was about to get into his car. Fuck. But being the boy scout that I am, I had already taken the opportunity to write out my email and cellphone on a card to slip to him if he were inside. I think I would breach protocol for stealing a feeder away from a hosting cocksucker, but I also know that if I got my lips around his shaft, I could and would take him away.

Before he got in his car we chatted for a few minutes. I handed him the card - and he said he would call. I'm not 100% sure of this. He hasn't yet. He had to motor and I went inside.

There was only one other feeder inside. His name was Leon and I briefly encountered him a few weeks back. But there he sat with his THICK 8" dark dark dark dick bobbing in front of him, just a few inches from the mouth of our host. I was instructed to sit next to Leon (by Leon) and I did.

Leon instructed the cocksucker to get me wet. I could not help but reach over and grip Leon's dick. Rock solid. So thick, so rigid. I loved it. If he liked my grip, it was hard to tell. He was a man of almost zero emotion. He gave nothing away. I like that.

We took turns feeding the guy on his knees, we talked in low voices about his skills - how they were, how they could be improved upon. Making sure to be low about it, but not low enough he couldn't hear it.

Leon mentioned how he liked putting his dick into hole. With that said, he turned and looked at me - knowingly. He knew I wasn't a feeder. I think he knew I wasn't even married. He winked.

Eventually we ended up standing, me feeding Glenn from above - Leon right next to me. I again put my hand on and around his dark stiff pole. He in turn put his hand on the small of my back.......and as I fed Glenn, Leon's hand traveled lower and lower. As I know you'd all guess, it ended up on my ass. I was ok with that.

As I pumped away and in between Leon telling Glenn to get all the way down on it, Leon would lean into me and with a finger hovering near my hole whispered so no one but myself would hear, "I am going to fuck that!".

I looked over and just gave the affirmative nod.

We both knew it wouldn't be today or in front of Glenn - there is that protocol. But to be fair, I don't think Glenn gets fucked. Yeah, I'm taking his feeder's dick and load, but not his line of service. I'm providing he can't or won't.

With hand still at my hole - touching - I pumped out a huge load for Glenn to choke on. I wasn't doing it for Glenn, I was doing it to show Leon what a fucking slut I could be for the right stimulation. He understood.

We didn't have a chance to exchange information there, but he's a regular at Glenn's house. And I, it seem, am becoming one.

Fleshlight

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Twitter

I guess it is not shock that I'm a slut - well, if you've been reading this.

So it should be no surprise if I become a whore. Well, not a real one. I give it away - I don't sell it. What kind of guy do you take me for?

No, I'm just giving a shout out to myself - and to you guys that I'm Twitter. I've been on Twitter for a few months. I don't think I 've used it to its potential - whatever that might be.

I can't say I use it a lot. It becomes a bit laborious to post random thoughts - not that I seemingly mind following other guys' random thoughts.

I am just throwing it out there. I'm out there. You know my handle, it's right above you in the title of this blog. Feel free to follow me. Or don't.

Video

No real blog entry into my activities.

More just some pondering as to what next steps I’d love to take. They all seem revolve around pictures and video.

Dangerous shenanigans to your average joe, whether it be for relationship purposes, family life, work advancement, etc. So is this blog, but I try to keep it fairly generic as to who I am and not spill too many beans and to tweak some name/location stats just enough to be a step-ahead.

Clearly I have exhibitionistic tendancies. I like public sex for starters and always have. People say they like the fear of being caught. That isn’t exactly true. I like the excitement of being watched. For those who say the former, they have never been “caught” by the wrong entity. These perspectives change – and quickly.

As you’ve seen here, I like telling you guys about my experiences. It is not the same as seeing or watching them, but I like to think I’m descriptive enough you can imagine them in some form. I don’t try to make it all sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.

You’ve also noticed I don’t mind being photographed. Granted, the majority of what I do have, is either self-timed photos or me holding the camera during the act. In a few occasions, I have let the participant hold the camera and take them of me. But it has always been my camera and my control of the images.

What you see here are edited versions of said images. I crop to highlight certain areas or to take away certain identifiers. Much like your senior year high school proofs, you have to take 10 pics to get one good one. I’m not saying I take THAT many, but you definitely get the best of the best – whatever that means.

I do not think I present well, facially, in pictures. Real life I believe I present much better in person. I have conveyed my thoughts on my average looks, face and body. I can’t really work on the face, but I am working on the body. But something in pictures, at least self taken photos do not do me any favors….or justice. As someone who reads this and has seen me (jokingly?) said: ‘you’re not completely repulsive’. Word!

As for video, I know you guys have seen the one I posted on jizzflixxx. That was all well and good, but it was me with my digital cam and only my dick. And I was the top. That might be what some of you want to see – and maybe I do too, eventually. But that’s not my goal…..if you want to call it that.

First off, that video was not my first foray into the world of “film”. I have had some failed experiences – which I chronicled here, as a horny young (barely) post-teen. After that, I had three other experiences – all with mixed results.

One was post college with a man of a dirty mind who persuaded me to allow him to video me as he fucked me. And had me suck him too, I guess. I can’t remember the actuals – which is odd. This is a man who before I could blow him in a video booth, made me lick some cold semen off the filthy fucking floor. “Made” me is harsh. I didn’t have to do it and just not gotten his dick. But sex addictions are strong – and so is a man with a forceful mind.

I never saw the actual video. But as I would every once in awhile see him in a bar, almost always he’d nudge a guy he was with and point in my direction. I have no idea what they were saying, but I always assume it was of me, what he had me do and/or ‘that is the kid on the film I showed you’.

My next one happened while at a conference in Orlando. I was new to the M4M site, I found a guy who was looking for some out of the ordinary scenes. I found him handsome, even if he was a bit older. That doesn’t mean he was not sexy.

He could play on the side from his partner, only if he filmed it. That way he could show it to his partner. Or so he said. I was ok with that – regardless of the justification. It turns out this guy has done guy-on-guy films – professionally. Hart Caldwell is the name. Stage name, that is.

There was supposed to be a third guy in the mix, but he never showed. As it turns out, Hart did a very standard, set-it and forget it method. Throw the camera on the tripod and we positioned ourselves around where the tripod stood. Now and again, the camera was moved so we could also be placed in different areas of the hotel room. We had standard sucking and fucking things. We took some still photos, like these as well.

The audio was ok. The video was ok. But nothing more than that. At least from what I remember.

I cannot remember if the video captured Hart pissing all over me while I was kneeling in front of him out on the balcony…..in broad daylight. Granted, we were three stories up, but it wouldn’t have taken a genius in the parking lot to see him standing there and liquid coming out of the drainage spout on said balcony.

I should be able to remember, as Hart provided a VHS (!) tape of the event for me. I watched it once or twice, but not unlike most big Hollywood types – it is hard to gain perspective from my own performance. I saw all the things I could have done better. Lightening, Editing and Sound could have helped.

I no longer have that tape. I think it is in good hands. I made the mistake (?) of providing it to one of the first on-line bloggers I reached out to. He is a filmmaker and had the equipment to convert the VHS tape into something that could be played from this century.

We have talked. We are friendly. But I do not have the converted video. I do not have the original video either. I also do not think it is out there in the public domain either. I trust him. We have discussed me doing work for him in a specialized film. It is something I would really really like to do. Yeah Bruiser, I’m talkin’ to you! Schedules and travel hinder these plans.

My last video was done in DC. I briefly mention it the post about my jizzflixxx video. This one clearly clearly clearly shows my face. A handful of trusted folks have seen it, but not many.

It was not set up as a video shoot or anything. It was stills of when I was down taking some guys cock in my mouth and throat. But nearing the end, we both agreed to move it to video mode.

I am not sure it could have come out any better if it had been rehearsed. The movements of both of us. The banter (if you could even call it that) between the two of us. The way the guy used the camera for zoom in and out. It makes me think he has done this before. For a little over one minute, it is not bad.

I show potential.

But I do want more. I want to do more. I am not sure how. How to execute it. How to control it (to a degree).

We’ll see how this all plays out.

400k and Counting

Yesterday, I went over my 400,000 hit on this blog thingy.

And while I get the occasional comments about me being a sick, twisted pervert (but not in the god way that some of you might expect), I believe it would be all of you who are the sick, twisted perverts.

Welcome to my club. I guess it is not so exclusive after all.

I have also surpassed my 300th post. That is roughly 1324 readers for each post......assuming it was an even split, and we know it is not. Not all of those 300 posts were about sex. Just about 287 of them. Like this one isn't about sex. Just an update.

Some changes are a-coming, as soon as I can figure this shit out. I have purchased my own domain name and will eventually dump Blogspot. You'll all have more than fair warning. Now I have to find a host that won't mind adult content. In this economy, I'm guessing anyone will take my business as long as it does not involve children.

So congratulations to someone in Dallas, TX. You were the 400th reader. That is as much as I can (or would want to) drill down to figure out who read it.

Bookstore - Group Scene

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At the Baths - pt 2 (of 2)

More trips through the maze of rooms was in order for me. And then to the sauna, which was not conducive to sex really. Great seating, it had, but a bank of windows for the entire pool area to see. And while I am an exhibitionist, and many who go to the tubs are too, this isn’t quite the scene I think any of us are looking for per se. It did not help when the 400 lb man (no exaggeration) came in, leading a blind man. While I thought it was great he was helping the blind dude out, there is something about 400lbs that makes it anti-erotic (at least for me) .

So off it was again back to the steam room. Not much going on there –and I kept looking around for Mr. Marine – the reason I had come to the baths in the first place for.

After hanging out in the steam room for a bit, I decided to head to the dark room.

As I said in my last post, it was maybe 1-2 times the size of a regular rented room and though I couldn’t really describe it that well.

There is no door so any light you get in there comes from the already dimly lit hall. Mine is not to scale as it seems wider than it is. There is space above the bunks, next to the sling. But it is very dark in there. Which is a good thing.

I took a space on the right bunk, but no one was taking the bite to join me. But that being said, I’m not sure anyone could see that I was there. I wasn’t even sure who was in there or how many. You could see silhouettes of folks cross through the doorway, coming and going, since the light was behind them, but as to actual people – you’d never know who they were.

Some guys planted themselves outside in the hall so they could see who went in and then they’d decide to enter (or not).

After hanging out a bit in the bunk, I knew there was activity going on up near the sling, though no one was actually in the sling. I got up and stepped to the right (or stage left) of the sling. Two guys were there, one was sucking the other. I felt the feeder’s chest, but neither guy stayed long.

Just then a guy got himself into the sling…and waited. It didn’t take long before a man came up to him and started playing with his hole. As I watched, another guy stood next to me, and then behind me. He reached around and played with my dick, but I didn’t want it played with. He then started stroking my hairy ass cheeks. This I did not stop. I actually pushed them against his hand.

The guy at the sling boy’s butt had two or three fingers buried deep. I could feel the guy behind me and his dick on my ass. I had had enough of being coy, as it wasn’t working. Taking globs of spit into my hand, I reached back and rubbed it all over his seemingly average cock. I did this two or three times until he was dripping wet. Then I made sure he knew my intent, even if it was non-verbal.

Soon, I felt his hand on my back, to steady himself and to force me over a bit. At this point, I don’t think anyone was any the wiser, but in a minute, the guy had his seemingly average dick buried up my ass. I leaned back and told him to ‘fuck me’. He did.

Now the guy who had his fingers up the sting guy’s ass was stroking my rock hard dick. He clearly knew what was going on. All I could make out is that he was tall, like I am – over 6’. The guy behind me whispered, ‘bend over a bit more’. I did and it seemed like he could get deeper than he had before. Being shorter than I was, that made sense.

I could tell he was either trying to hold off, or not sure he could cum up my ass. Or both. This was not a date or love-making session, I wasn’t in this for the long haul. I told him to ‘do it’. And he did. The only ones who could hear him moan were me and the guy stroking my dick.

At this point, he pulled his fingers out sling guy’s butt. As the guy fucking me moved away, finger man got behind me. Without a word, he slipped his nice 7 or 7.5” dick into me and into that cummed up hole. No one moved to the guy in the sling and the guy behind me started pumping my butt. He made no sound, said nothing. I don’t think the entire scene lasted seven minutes. The guy just stopped moving and I knew what he was doing, as I could feel him throb.

He pulled out, wrapped his towel and walked to the door. I actually did the same about a minute later. No one was really approaching me and I really thought I’d give fucker #2 a head start so he didn’t think I was following him. That’s not my style.

I was hot so I just stood in the shower for a few minutes before one more walk around for Mr. Marine. It seems I wasn’t going to find him, so I thought about leaving, but went through the steam room one more time. There, in that alcove I found two guys going at it – mostly kissing and jacking each other, or themselves. So I decided to stop and watch for a second. The taller of the two, maybe 5’9” started playing with my ass. When I pivoted a bit to let him get at it, he totally got where I was coming from. Facing me into the wall of the alcove, he used the slimy sweat we all had as self-made lube and pushed a nice 7” dick into my ass. His buddy tried to grip his friends dick to feel it go in me, but he was pumping my ass to hard and fast to really get a good feel. I then felt the bud’s hands on my chest and down to my dick.

I don’t know how long either of them had been playing, or if the fucker could feel two loads up my hole, but soon enough he added the third. I just pushed back so he would keep it in there, and keep it in there deep. His boys were swimming in me.

He flopped out and I just took my leave without so much as a thank you. I don’t think that is called for there – is it? I think not, but I’m not Mr. Manners, so what the fuck do I know?

As I was getting ready to exit the steam room, I ran across a very very hot Italian man. A short one, at that. I’m guessing maybe 5’6”, but with an 8-9” dick. I would have loved to have that either end at this point, but I could tell the way he looked at me, he was looking to get, not give.

I am not a greedy man (ok ok…I am!), so I stood against a wall and played with my boner. He came right over and bent over to engulf it with his mouth. Within a few seconds he was down on his knees.

This guy is everything you wanted out of and eater. He had a mouth a guy could fall in love with. He is what I hope my mouth feels like when I’m sucking cock. I placed one foot up on a faux stone wall and let him have access to my nuts and my cock. His hands rubbed my nuts once or twice, but usually they were on his big piece of meat. And why not? It was a great dick.

Since I had been pretty active for the last two hours, it wouldn’t take me long to be get my nut. I could hold off, but not only did I not want to, I had to really get motoring. One could assume that in the baths, most guys want the load if they drop to their knees for it, but you never know. So I asked. And I followed-up with my usual: ‘you gonna swallow my seed?’. I got the nod of his head with my hard shaft still in his mouth.

“Here it comes, guy”, I said – with my voice echoing off the walls and in the open space.. I blasted my sperm into his mouth and he swallowed it all like a pro. Yes, it was only a three day load, but I had been edging myself for a few hours – and as always, I usually have a more than decent amount. He took it like a champ.

Again, without thanks, I went my way, he went his.

I showered, dressed and left.

The next day I sent an email to the marine asking where he was. He said not only was he there, but was in the black room, flooding my guts with his cream.

That fucker must have been one of the lurkers outside watching who came and went. He must have recognized me and followed me in and did the deed. He also had to be #1, as he was the only shorter guy in there who fucked me.

It wasn’t quite my plan (or his), but fuck man – it worked!

At the Baths - pt 1

For months now, on and off, I have been exchanging emails with a somewhat local guy about hooking up.

I say somewhat, because he is south of where I live by about an hour, but comes up here for his work on semi-regular basis. And even if not, it is only an hour’s drive. The problem has been timing – of either when I was traveling or the time of day he was in town and I was at the office.

So earlier last week we finally connected, on-line and in person.

“Gary” was going to be doing his work out up in town, but at the baths. If you look at Gary’s body, he is a serious muscle guy – usually not my thing, but he was an ex-marine and how could I not be drawn to that on some level – if not many? And granted I hadn’t been to the baths in town for a decade, and while I remember them having equipment, it would be a far cry from calling it a gym. But he was to be doing his work-out there from 2p on and I figured I would go after work. And I did.

Since I hadn’t been in 10+ years, I didn’t know the deal with this place, which was newer. Monday is ‘$1 locker day’ – at 5p, I was 10th in line to get in. I also grabbed one of the last parking spots in the lot. I thought to myself, ‘this could be interesting.’

Gary had talked about really wanting to fuck me – and I was all for that. He didn’t get rooms and I’m too cheap to, so we knew we’d be doing it in a place where others could see – and I think you all know I don’t really mind an audience.

Baths can be tricky though (ha! a pun!). While the exhibitionist in me likes to play in public, the tubs can be filled with trolls – and there is only so much I want to be watched by them, let alone fondled or fend off.

The place was bigger than most baths I’d been to – with the prerequisite video room, showers, sauna and steam areas. I have yet to get to a ‘spa’ that has the gloryhole room or set-up. I fucking love that. But alas, this was not to have it either.

However they did have two interesting areas: a dark room and a dark area. The last one needs a little set-up:

While many areas within bath houses are dimly lit, this place had very darkened corners in some places. Some that were black as pitch – even while right out in the open. There were little leatherette cushions on the floor for, well, I guess kneeling. There was no support under them other than the floor. You literally had to feel your way until you found the wall.

Then the dark room is kind of self-explanatory. It was maybe the size of one or two rooms you’d ‘rent’ for the time you’re there. But inside there are no lights. Again, when you’re eyes adjust at some point, you can make out some things, but not much: two sets of bunk cots (hardly beds) what are deep and enough room between top and bottom to get some ass-pumping done in them. Then at the end of this pseudo-corridor, is the sling. With some maneuvering, you can get on either side of the sling, which also then places you at the head of those bunk cots. If I had Visio, I’d scheme out a drawing.

No for me, I love the steam room. I like the slickness of it. The feel and smell of desperation – and perspiration. It just turns me on. But the black room had me intrigued.

At my first look around, I didn’t find Gary, so I kept moving. Since those places are mazes, unless one was standing still and the other moving, it is no wonder you pass each other.

So, while making my way through the massive steam room, I find an alcove where two guys are going at it. It is still dark and steamy enough that it is very difficult to make anyone out. But that’s not the point of a place like this. The guy sitting in alcove was going down on the standing guy. Even if you couldn’t see, the guy getting sucked was making enough noise for all to hear.

Not to gawk too much, I did stand and watch for a minute with the intent to move on, but the cocksucker grabbed my dick as I had removed my towel. The cocksucker moved to my dick and I bent down to work on the feeder dick. It was nice and fat and a decent length. His moans were just as strong due to my skill as the guy before me. I purposefully bent over, sans towel, hoping someone would walk up behind me and just slide their cock in my ass. This was not to be. I had a few hands on it, but no one took the lead in doing it. I just wanted it to happen, I didn’t want to have to ask or instruct. Where are these people’s intuitive skills???

The cocksucker and I traded off here and there but when the guy said he was close to shooting, the other cocksucker pushed me to the dick. I was trying to be respectful, since he had done (I’m assuming) most of the work. But truth be told, I did want the reward. And I got it. The guy popped off a nice creamy load that hit my tongue, the roof of my mouth and back of my throat. I left him there, breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall.

I made my way around the maze of rooms, but with $1 lockers and only being late afternoon on a Monday, no one was renting any of those. That is when I stumbled upon the darkened corner. There was only one other guy over there but I kind of found my way to the cushions and crouched down on them. It only took a minute before someone stepped in front of me and opened his towel.

The guy had a nice hard dick and he let me suck it for quite a while. And like moths too the flame, there were guys everywhere around us and the guy next to me who was also sucking a dick. I couldn’t see the men, but you could see white from their towels. Guy #1 moved back as I sucked him and stroked another guy. I don’t know if he wanted all the attention or not looking to shoot just yet. The other guy moved closer. As soon as I wrapped my lips around his big fat cock, I knew he was black. Not because of the size, but because of the smell and taste.

I think most experienced cocksuckers would agree that there is a certain smell/taste combination that goes on with black men. And for many of them, the smell is similar to each other, but very different than white or Hispanic men. But he too was hesitant about losing his load, and shortly pulled away.

The guy next to me guided me to the man he was sucking, and had been for awhile. I’m assuming his jaw was tired as I wrapped my lips around it, the thing was mighty HUGE. I’ve never believe in ‘beer can thick’ cock descriptions, but this guy came the closest to anything I’ve ever seen felt.

Being so thick, it was quite spongey. I don’t know he could have ever gotten enough blood into that region to get himself totally erect. The first cocksucker started pushing my head onto that big dick and the feeders hands were right there with him. I did give it a valiant effort, but to no avail. While my mouth was not yet sore from the size, the feeder kind of gave up too, or decided to see what else was out there.

I decided to do that too.

Shift Change

I don't mean to keep beating a dead horse with these group blowjob stories, but with my schedule it is harder to arrange stuff than I would like.

I do have stories to entertain you with other than me just feeding some cocksucker named Glenn, but I haven't finished writing them. As I've said before, getting them to screen is more work than you would think.

But a few days ago, I called Glenn to see what group activities he had planned for that evening. It was Friday and though it has gone unsaid, at least on those days he has something set up. Since I have yet to provide him with my email or phone number (or name), he can't just contact me to let me know what is what. He has to wait for me.

I will give him this - when I call, he knows who I am without any identifiers. No name. Blocked phone call. I just jump into the conversation. But a good bottom knows these things. Lord knows I do.

If you recall, the last two weeks I had been the first to arrive. I still planned on being there around 5:30p, but I had a meeting run late and didn't even leave the office until then. Glenn had told me there would be anywhere from 3-6 guys this session, depending on timing. Since everyone else the other times ran late, I wasn't too too worried. And fuck if I didn't hit every single red light from here to there.

I arrived a bit before 6p, but I thought that was cool. Cars were parked near the house and the door was unlocked, so far so good. But when I went in, I heard regular conversation. Not moans and groans and talk of men in the moment.

I heard someone say, "Shift Change!" ...and then a laugh.

Walking to the darkened family like room, there is Glenn and two guys who are putting on their pants, clearly getting ready to leave. They had gotten their nut, and were done. I was introduced to Rob and Jeff.

Glenn said, "I'll be back in a second", leaving me alone with the two completed feeders. Jeff was very attractive - in his mid-40s. Rob was ok too and probably the same age. If there had been others there, I didn't know about it - or ask.

I keep coming back to Glenn, not due to his average cocksucking skills, but to watch others and to be watched. I don't think it is any surprise I'm a voyeur and exhibitionist. So, while Glenn was out of the room, I de-pantsed myself and let my cock start hardening in front of these two.

My thought was two-fold: either get them to stay and watch or at least give them something to see (my cock) before they took off. I figured, either way it was kind of a win-win.

They both took notice as I started to grow and no one made a move to leave just yet. Glenn returned and pulled out a chair for me to sit in and then started playing with my junk. "Isn't this a great dick?" he asked them. They both said yes while nodding their heads. Glenn lowered his head onto my cock.

I put my head back in appreciation, but to be honest, it was more for show for these guys than it was for his ability. I lifted my head after a few and looked across the seating area to see Jeff staring right at me - and me back at him.

"Yeah, he likes to be watched, just like I do", Jeff said to no one in particular. He was right. And he knew it.

I kept waiting for the guys to have gotten their fill of at least seeing and then head out to where they needed to go, but no one was really going anywhere. Glenn asked for poppers and Jeff got them for him - and even held them for him. He did the same for me. I could tell in another time/setting, Jeff and I would get along just fine. Better than fine.

Without a word and almost acting in unison, Rob and Jeff stood on either side of me. They watched Glenn suck my dick. Soon their hands were all over me. On my legs. Pushing up my shirt. Feeling and pinching my nipples. Jeff would reach down and feel my nuts and even pull on them slightly. Rob would push Glenn's head down on my dick. It was a great effort on all their parts.

Normally, I can hold off forever, if I chose. I can also cum easily by my own choice. As they made pseudo attempts to leave, without any real commitment to that effort, I decided they should be seeing the end show.

Jeff held poppers again for Glenn and myself and then I grabbed the back of Glenn's head and forced him on me and then started using my hand on the back of his head for my pleasure only. He might have gotten something out of it too, but it really wasn't about him. I had an audience to perform for.

"Make it loud", Jeff said to me. I did.

It had been since Monday since I came last and knew I would shoot big - but I normally do not matter the time frame.

I held Glenn's head steady and started pumping my load in his mouth and down his throat. I roared, much to the silent delight of the two observers. I saw all-knowing grins and a nod from Jeff.

And though I was not completely done cumming, I made a point to say it to Glenn (and the others), so they knew how much there actually was.

Since the spell had been broken by my orgasm, the two previous feeders did finally take their leave with thanks to me and Glenn. The cocksucker himself, knelt there with my cock still in his mouth, making sure to get any remaining drips and drops.

I will give Glenn this - he somehow can keep milking me without giving me that highly sensitive feeling where I usually have to extract my dick from a guy's mouth. However, at some point, I did pull it out and stand up.

Glenn said, "your load was HUGE. But it always is." I as riding high from the show I/we just put on, I stood there wishing Jeff and Rob had heard him say that.

But I grabbed my pants and put them on and headed to the door. I'm sure I'll be back. As much as I'd rather be the cocksucker, it s still fun to be watched.

Maybe I can somehow get with Jeff to do our own group, with me as the eater.

Hometown Hotel Sex

This dates back a few weeks, but I’m only getting around to it now. Isn’t that always the way? Well, it seems to be lately.

I answered an ad by an ex-football jock type who was one day in town at his hotel room.

49, 6’0”, 190, salt & pepper hair, goatee. Looking to suck masculine men.

I qualified, or so I thought. He must have too as he responded to my reply immediately. My first question to him was “swallow?” The reply came back, “sometimes”.

I made it clear that sometimes was not an option it was a yes or no – and that answer would determine my arrival plans. I’ve done this enough to know that when pushed into it, they say yes, even when they mean no and then leave me hi and dry.

But he liked the pics of my dick so much, he agreed to swallow. I still went in with skeptisim.

I got his hotel, room and phone numbers. We made plans, I made calls when I was pulling up and parking. All was set.

The guy was as promised. An older ex-jock answering the door in t-shirt and briefs. I was there in suit and tie, just coming from work. Wedding band was firmly in place, as he asked (hopingly) if I was married. Since I said I was, I put on the props to make it so….or seem so.

He wanted to undress me completely, but I stopped him from taking off my tie. I told him I didn’t want to have to redress before leaving as I had a time limit and had to be home to the “wife”.

Tex (my name for him, as he is from Texas) dropped to his knees and took my hardening cock in his mouth. He did a more than admirable job. But that only last a bit as he didn’t like being on his knees that much. We moved it to the bed.

I laid back, head propped up on pillows watching Tex between my legs, licking my balls and the underside of my dick. Naturally, shortly after that, he enveloped my entire shift too. He is one of these guys you’d never expect to be a cocksucker at sight. I like that.

Tex liked the fact that I was straight. Clearly that is a fallacy. Oh well. But me being straight, in theory, gave him the gumption to push the limits. Hands went under my dress shirt and to my nipples. I responded the way I always do, but he got a charge out of it, that a straight man would feel these sensations that he thought I never really got before.

He took liberties with my nether regions also. His tongue went lower than my nuts, and while the reaction from me was genuine (it felt fuckin’ fantastic), the lie part came when he asked if I had ever had that done. I said ‘no’. It made him more brazen to lick even lower to my hole – which really got a reaction.

But my reaction sparked a chain reaction. Now he knew my hole was responsive to touch – and least tongue-touch. He thought he’d try other methods. Tex’s fingers found the hole and brushed ever so lightly over it. I flinched – in a good way. Not in a straight, I don’t do that, way. Tex took notice.

He worked on my cock with his mouth, then my nipples. My dress shirt was pushed up over them, the tie still dangling down over my torso. I put my head back so he’d know I was there to let him service me and that I was enjoying it.

Tex is what you’d expect from someone from that state. Forward. Brazen. Cocksure. So even for a cocksucker, it didn’t surprise me when he took the reins. Grabbing my head, he brought his lips to mine. I tried to “fight” it, but he was having none of it. He was going to make damned sure I kissed a man.

Yeah, I put up the struggle for a bit, but fuck he was a great kisser. His fat tongue pushed through my lips and into my mouth and throat. He was loving it – so was I, just not letting on. But he wasn’t about to stop just because he tackled that. He kept going. Tex wasn’t stupid enough to not notice how my cock responded. That only gave him more empowerment.

Tex’s hands were all over me and now outwardly teased my hole. After a while I didn’t try too too hard to fight it, but told him he shouldn’t be doing that. It didn’t really deter him that much.

He never went digit-deep, but he played on the outside and I could see the wheel turning inside. Before it went too far and I was exposed as the big old bottom fuck that I am, I told him I had to get going soon and to get back on my cock.

That shifted the power back to me a bit, because he did exactly as instructed. He worked my dick with his mouth and in a matter of minutes, I was blowing a nice creamy load into his mouth.

Any worries I had about him not swallowing quickly vanished. Big load with no gags or coughs – it slid right down his gullet. Just like a cocksucker.

He’s emailed me a few times upon a possible trip back here. He wants me again. We’ll see how much I give to him.

Return to Group Suck Off

It was only a week before I was back at Glenn's house for another round of three guys (myself included) getting sucked off.

This time, even though starting at 5:30, I showed up at 6p just to not be the first guy there. Wrong I was. Once again, I'm the first.

Glenn told me there were two others coming - Kyle and Leon. It amused me because without ever saying it, Kyle couldn't be a more white name and I just assumed Leon would be black. Jumping to conclusions - yes, but in the end, I was correct. He said Leon would be there in about 5 minutes.

He wanted my dick, but I held him off. I had no intention of even unleashing it before someone else showed up. Glenn did have a nice touch as he gently touched my nuts under my briefs. Other than that, I made him gnaw on the front of my pouch. Before the first guy got there, it was soaking wet.

Leon was not the next to arrive, it was Kyle. Maybe late 20s and on the heavy side. I wasn't sure about where he was coming from, but the way he treated Glenn, I was fairly certain he was a straight guy who didn't get much action. His dick was a decent thickness, but about 6.5".

I pulled out my dick as Kyle walked into the darkened room. I was standing at this point and at profile so anyone could see the nice 8+" that I have...even in silhouette.

I found Glenn's sucking improved for me standing instead of sitting like last time. Well, it felt better, but he couldn't seem to take it as easily down his throat in this position. No worries - I helped him to get it where he needed. Where I needed.

Eventually I pushed him off my dick and told him to go pay attention to his new guest, who was now sitting on the sofa. While Glenn did that, I plopped myself down too. Kyle threw his head back, reveling in the blowjob he was getting - that he probably got few other places. Clearly, this was not his first time here either.

Leon showed up during this. An older 50-ish man, he had a good body, though he never took off his shirt (nor did I - or my tie). He hung nicely for being soft. By the time he sat down, Glenn was back on my prick. I was determined not to be the first one to get off - this time I wanted to see some other guy cream his throat.

As Leon watched him blow me, I could see his dick start to rise. Not quite as long as mine, but a lot thicker. And so dark. Again, I pushed Glenn off me so he could take Leon down the throat. And though Leon enjoyed the bj, he told Glenn to suck Kyle after only a few minutes.

That was probably a good thing - as it didn't take more than 90 seconds before Kyle blew a big load in Glenn's mouth. Or a seemingly big load. We never saw it.

Leon then directed him to me. I'm not saying Leon was the ringleader at this point, but my guess is he's used Glenn more than others. To be honest, I couldn't help but reach over and give a few tugs on Leon's dick. In another place and time, I would have put my lips around his black meat. But that's not what this place was for.

Since I had not shot a load since the week before, when Glenn got my nut last, I was full and I was ready. I got verbal encouragement from both Kyle and Leon to pump it off into his mouth. Again, it was Friday evening and I had some place to be, so I actually obliged.

I've said before, I am good about controlling (for the most part) my orgasm - and can even shoot while being flaccid. I was rock hard this time though. I grabbed Glenn's head to steady him and then started shooting my sperm into his mouth. ....and I was verbal about it. Telling him to swallow and to keep going - just like the week before.

He was there for a long time, for the cum, the after effects and to clean me up. He immediately went down on Leon when he was done with me.

I stayed for a while to watch and Leon treated him like a true cocksucker. It was great. Closing his eyes, imagining who knows who else blowing him - but probably not Glenn. Grasping his head for full skull fuck. I really thought he might be close - but he wasn't.

I watched for a good 10 minutes and started to slowly put on my pants. Leon at this point had stood up and was really force feeding Glenn, but there now looked to be no end in sight. Good for Leon. Probably good for Glenn too.

I got my coat and shoes and made my way to grab drinks with friends. My balls a little lighter.