Daddy Suck Off

So I'm on the road in a town in the south. Yeah - that's as specific as I feel like getting.

I arrived early morning with nothing to do, work-wise, until afternoon. So, I got into my room and immediately logged onto ManHunt. I will say this about this town: they are big into the IM function of MH. Neither here nor there - it just is.

So, I got an IM from a 42 6'0" man. Claimed to be muscular and his pic seemed to stand by that assertion. 44c, 32w. He also claimed to have 8". Don't they all?

He said 15 minutes he'd be at my hotel and for me to leave the door open and naked on the bed. All he wanted was head. He was married and wanted to be safe. Ok. That's fine.

I did all he requested and sure enough he showed, albeit about 10 minutes late. He seemed to be what he said he was, except maybe for age. He had to be 10 years older or had just had a harder life or spent too much time in the sun. I've never seen a 42 yo with those kind of facial lines. He also had the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Contacts, maybe?

His cock wasn't 8" either. A really solid (and I do mean SOLID) 7" with a really really really nice head on it. Helmet head.

The guy stripped down and came over to the side of the bed and fed me. Or I fed on him, to be more accurate. I love getting reactions out of a married father. It's been a long time since a guy's cock has been THIS hard and I do believe it wasn't from any enhancing drugs.

After the appropriate amount of time to let me do my thing, he began to pump my mouth. He liked doing that.

A slight time after that, he actually climbed up on the bed and laid upon me. He said he wanted to rub dick to dick, but I know deep down he wanted more. His cock got under my nuts and I tempted him a bit with my hole. I don't think he was bold enough to actually go through with it, but if I were a regular in town, he'd eventually go for it.

He rolled over and laid back for me to get between his legs and suck some more. And I did - for about 20 minutes. He could pulse his dick to feed me pre-cum. GREAT tasting pre-cum. I loved his pre-cum control. But that's not how I wanted to get fed the main course.

I talked him into squatting in front of my face while I laid back in the bed and bracing himself with his hands on the wall, he fed my face. The cock was harder than ever and he mentioned it and how full the head was getting - and it was.

With no other warning he unloaded a big splash of seed.....then another one and another one. And it kept coming and cumming.

He kept it on my mouth and I wasn't looking to take it out. I had promised him I'd take every drop and I thought I did. But when iI extracted it, I squeezed the shaft and a huge drop came from the hole in the head.

He pushed it back to me and said, "you said you'd take it all." Like a good cocksucker and greedy pig, I cleaned it up like a pro.

We're both hoping he can come back daily while I'm here. IF he can get away from the wife.

3 for Lunch

I was working off-site today and on the way back to the office, I swung by a bookstore/adult video arcade. As it happened, it turned out to be 12:30p - so I was hoping for some kind of lunch crowd. The parking lot seemed promising - a nice mix of things like pick-up trucks and BMWs. I wasn't sure what to expect.

I don't know why I think outside the box, they are always the same kind of guys. Hell, I'm one of those kind of guys. Middle aged, horny, desperate.

I roam the halls and stalls looking - always looking.

I peeked in one stall to see this hot guy (for there) getting blown. I could never see the guy blowing him as he was face down in the guy's crotch. However, the feeder just stared at me and pretty much ignored his eater. But I moved on.

I took a booth and waited. It didn't take long. Some guy came in, that in theory was all wrong. Thinning hair on top, but long in the back. His cock was almost 7" but I was hungry and went down on it.

The guy had the perfect mouth. Telling me what I was, what I was to do to him. How he wanted to fuck me. Raw.

He fucked my face and my throat and I took it. With no doors on the booths, many were coming and going, looking in for a spell. When the guy did blast off, it was a HUGE HUGE load. And it tasted great. I immediately regretted not having him stand me up, turn me around and fuck me right there for all to see.

I moved around a bit after that. What I didn't realize is that one of the guys who was watching me was the first feeder. The guy was mid-40s and a rough looking sort. The kind of guy who knows what he wants and how to get it - no questions. He wasn't great at taking hints.

He had me on my knees making me blow him. "Making" is all relative, I suppose. He hissed at me that he didn't give the other guy his load because he knew he'd be feeding it to me. HOT.

I sucked him for a long time. I got face fucked by him too. More guys in the doorway. He told me he couldn't cum until he saw my pretty little ass. I dropped my suit pants and let him see it.

He pushed me against a wall and rubbed it up and down my crack. This is where his hint taking would have been good. He said he wanted to fuck me. I said nothing. It's not that I didn't want it, it's that I wanted him to just TAKE me regardless of my desires. I wanted or needed him to be in control this way. He didn't do it.

He did put my back on my knees and unloaded my second load of the day. Another biggie. Possibly bigger than the first.

#3 was at the door watching, but oblivious that #2 had shot and I had swallowed.

He was ok too. Late 20s, black hair and lots of potential. A medium dick but thick. He didn't take long at all. Must have been worked up by the show. He shot a small load and it was awfully bitter. Way bitter.

But it was a good day. It was pushing me to 10 loads for the month. At this rate, I will hit my 100 loads for a year.

Sexual, but No Sex

Normally, as you know, I only write about sex encounters I have. You can probably count on 7 fingers how many posts I have done otherwise.

But I thought I'd at least tell you of a somewhat erotic (and yes, only somewhat) thing I did yesterday. A nude photo shoot. A professional (type) one.

I came across the guy on ManHunt - saying he was a professional photographer...blah blah blah...and into yoga. I just messaged him and told him how I thought nude yoga photos would be interesting and the conversation went from there. The idea was to do just that: nude yoga photos.

I have been doing yoga for almost a year and am by no means great at it - at least not technically. And had either of us thought this through, we would have known to get really really good pics of this, one would need to have almost perfect form, which I do not. It did not help that the coloring of the background and mat were all wrong and that being in different positions, mostly with the head facing down, made my face and head all red. The combination was just bad.

But first the set-up: "Antonio" and I had this arranged for weeks. He'd do the photos of me for free, not giving me access to all, but taking 6-10 of the best, tweaking them and giving them to me, in lieu of not only payment, but for his ability to use others he takes for his portfolio to entice new clients. I was game.

About a week before, he emails me and says he has invited his friend "Kevin" to assist. Kevin is a 5 or 6 year yoga student and fellow artist - and would I mind if he was there to help position me and be basically an art director. I like an audience, so I said sure.

I got there on time, as did Kevin. The plan was for 2-3 hours of set-up and shooting and it did take that long. I don't know how models do this, as it is a tedious process of checking positioning and lighting. Austin Powers made it look so easy!

Actually, it probably could have been easier, but the dynamic of two friends and one nude stranger made it a little weird. In sex, I'm somewhat used to guys (if it's a 3 way or more) talking about me like I'm not there. Not so much in a situation like this - not that I've been in a situation like this before.

As a photography subject, I was clearly not a person. At first I was a conduit to art. Yes - art! That was the plan with the yoga pics. But like I said, I think all three of us knew they weren't working. Some of this series did turn out and in an arty form, but I can't say that most were traditional yoga poses. It was more of a look at muscles and most of them in my legs.

It is possible or probable that since the yoga ones were the first pics, that I was not loosened up to the situation - and I don't mean the exercise portion of it all. I just mean mentally. I thought I was. I felt I was. That is until I saw some of the pics. I was ok, but nothing great.

After the yoga stuff, they changed backgrounds from black to white and we went into more what I would call standard naked poses: wife beater, hoodie, baseball cap. At one point we tried the open robe concept but Antonio never even snapped one shot before he rejected it as a bad idea. I agree.

At one point, I had a wife beater, the hoodie and a tie on. I looked like a porn version of a Harry Potter movie.

So why was this erotic? I mean, no sex was done or performed. But being watched and them talking about me was kind of a thrill. Being there with my junk hanging, or beginning to stand, in front of them was hot. Them talking about my ass, legs and look (when it was all working, of course) was completely affirming. I was not used to it. And something in the tones of their voices talking about me was about a half-step away from what might turn into sexual.

I never got fully hard, but hard enough where they definitely liked the cock I was sporting - not that I had anything to do with that. I can work on the abs, chest, arms and legs all I want, but the dick just came with me when I was born.

During part of the shoot, I had the hoodie jacket partially off, with the arms bunched close to my wrists and my hands behind my back. The two thought it looked very passive or submissive. I couldn't disagree. Kevin thought it would have been a good idea to bind my hands behind me and take pics like that - and no one disagreed that a bondage shoot would be out of the question.

In all we took almost 300 shots. Then for an hour the three of us narrowed it down to about 30. If it were me, I would have kept them all and used maybe only a fraction of that, but the rejected ones went into the trash. Hey, I'm sure they take up a lot of hard drive space. But once again, now it was weird for the two of them to be assessing me and addressing body image issues while I just sat there.

Now and again, they'd ask me if I though one shot or another was an erotic shot - and it is hard to answer when the subject is you. I have seemingly no perspective on it and not sure I could separate myself enough to be objective. Clearly, there were a few shots I really liked, and some I liked that no one else did - but it wasn't my shoot, it was Antonio's. If I liked it and they didn't, it still went into the trash. So, the thought process wasn't completely different than sex with me and a good top.

I will get the pics soon enough. While they won't be photoshopped a lot, there will be some cropping and tweaking of contrast and such. I will get the 5-10 shots, whatever comes my way, and depending on which he has chosen, and what I like, I might post some of them here. Or, I might crop them myself so I can show some of them here.

I'm proud of what I did. I liked what I did. I just got an email from Antonio asking if I would be up not only for the bondage shots, but to do a full shoot of me in a suit and the series would be of me disrobing.

I said yes.

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Starting the Year with a Bang!

I think I'm getting 2010 off to a good start. I mean, it's only the second day of the year and I've secured 6 loads. Six! Oh, and they were all in one day.

Day one I kind of slacked and got zero. And all it took was $10 for admission to a sleazy bookstore.

I arrived mid afternoon and the parking lots seemed nicely filled. Paying my cover, I went back into one of two sides that show porn - bad bad porn too. But I wasn't there for the flicks, just the guys watching them, or pretending to watch them.

First booth I peeked in, there as a decent looking guy leaning against the wall facing the door, pubes shaved. He nodded at me, so I entered and knelt down. I immediately took his 6" cock into my mouth. It wasn't difficult to get to the base. He seemed to enjoy what I was doing. He muttered that he wanted me to use my hand too. But that was tough - as my fist was bigger than his shaft. I couldn't stroke and have my mouth on it at the same time.

It probably took him 10 minutes of continual sucking for me to get his load. It was only worth it for the cum. I don't mind the work, but I'm not one to jack off a guy to get his nut. Clearly, my skills only go so far, if a guy insists on jacking off - but my guess is that's how he gets off with everyone.

While I was down my knees, a number of guys came by the booth and watched. Did I forget to mention these booths don't have doors? One guy I had sucked a number of times before at his place and I heard him tell guy #1 that I was the best cocksucker there was - he patted my head as he said it. A nice touch.

I found him next. Lloyd has a good 9". A FAT 9" too. And possibly the biggest balls I've ever seen. He was actually ready to leave when he saw me. He had already gotten off, but we ducked into another booth. He let his enormo-dick drop from his fly, which was totally hot. At first I forgot why I stopped trying to hook up with him, but as I sucked, I remembered all to clearly.

Lloyd is a talker. Constant chatter. In full voice - which is kind of a no-no at a bookstore arcade. Asking about my job, my house, mutual people we know, and places where we've done it before. It's very distracting.

But even though he had gotten off before, I will give Lloyd this - he delivered the biggest load of sperm I'd get all day. And not because the others were small. He had a HUGE load. Like a trooper, he zipped up and left, so I could go do other guys.

The next guy was immediate. He was watching Lloyd feed me. This guy was maybe 5'7" and african-american. Nice body, and a nice 7" uncut dick. He had it out before coming into the booth - I was still on my knees. I went right to it. Worked with his shaft and foreskin for a good pleasure for both of us. He leaned down and said into my ear, "I'd love to eat your ass then stick my bare dick up it and breed you, but good!"

Naturally, it is hard to do that there with no doors on the booths, but it was a great idea. Shortly after that, he shot a nice wad into my mouth. I swallowed.

After that, I kind of had a lull. I walked around. I watched some bad porn. But there was a guy watching me watch porn and he came in, but before I could go for his cock he dropped down for mine. It was ok, but I wasn't that into it. That's not what I came here to do.

Luckily, another guy walked in and opened his zipper. The guy sucking me turned his attention to him, but I could tell the second guy had eyes for me. Even when he did go down to suck the first guy, his gaze never left me.

I think at first I would have rejected him, but as the first sucker really just wanted to suck, he moved on and left. Guy 2 sucked me a bit more before standing and showing me his cock. A nice SOLID 7" Rock hard, solid! I went down on him and he pulled out and started to cum, turning away from me.

Grabbing him, I turned him enough to lock my lips on his head and take most of his load. At this point, he just grabbed my head and held it tight. Nice. Load #4 - and then he was gone without so much as a 'thanks'.

From there, I was walking to the other group of video booths when I saw this guy walk in. Red down park and piercing eyes. I would say he was a former high school football player - and we caught each others eyes. I knew it then we'd do the deed....one of the deeds, anyway.

Sure enough, he followed me into a booth in less than two minutes. He went down on me, but that was only for a little bit before he stood and put his hands on my shoulders. He didn't need to force because you know I'd gladly go down there. He had a good 7" dick, somewhat fat at the base. That man clasped my head and fucked my face hard. Loved it.

As some point he reached up and played with my nipples. I won't really go over how much that turns me on to no end. He figured it out too. Soon his fingers were probing my ass....and I noticed that black guy who I sucked off and wanted to breed me was watching.

But then I turned back to football guy and sucked him off. He wanted me to jack off, but I wasn't into losing my load that way. Not on the floor. It's a waste.

Black guy came in and tried to suck me but he wasn't good. Both guys had me get up and turn around. Football guy egged black guy on to fuck me and he did get it up me, but we had drawn quite a crowd and both guys were not into that. Football guy completely left. Black guy told me to follow him to another less busy booth - no movie playing so it was black as pitch.

There he bent down and ate my ass - and he did it well. Then he stood up and placed that uncut penis at my hole and pushed in - no resistance. He fucked hard and fast. He knew we shouldn't be doing that there, but he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. His mouth near my ear, he made me ask for the load. I suppose he wanted to hear it, or absolve himself of any responsibility for a raw pounding. Then I got a second load from him - right up my ass.

Actually, I left the booth before he did. I looked around for more, but found nothing. Then I came upon that guy tried to suck me with load #4. I let him suck me. What the hell. I was there for almost two hours and reeking of sex.

I am not even sure I was fully hard when I came. I shot and shot, as I am apt to do. When I withdrew, I noticed a guy watching us. The sucker said, 'wow, that was a huge load'. I decided to be smug, but truthful, I replied, 'no, not really. not for me'. And I left.

Yes, 2010 is going to be a good sex year.

Ask Me Ask Me Ask Me

More Sex!!!!

Yay me! Hell - yay them!

A few months ago was the last time I had sex with the Ass Eater. We tried hooking up, but our schedules never meshed. They finally did yesterday.

Now instead of 10 minutes away, he's 30, but I went anyway. I like being on a roll.

When I went in, he took me upstairs and directly into the bathroom. He wanted me to unzip my suit and piss in his mouth so he could drink it. I have no issue in doing such a thing, though I can't say watersports are at the top of my list, but I also wasn't truly prepared. I couldn't pull it off. I couldn't get a stream going. It didn't help that he had his great mouth on my dick and was making me hard while still trying to get my urine.

Out to the bedroom we went for some ass eating. I stripped off the suit, except for my briefs. I made him munch on my hole through the briefs. I've never had that done before - and it actually felt extremely erotic. Even more so when he pulled that small patch of cotton to the side to lap at my hole. Nicely done.

Soon, the briefs were off completely and his mouth was at my hole and crack....and balls and dick.......and eventually my taint. I still love having the taint lapped at. A feeling like none other.

First he had me on my back, legs spread and up for him to eat my hole. I know it's bad form, but I sent a tweet that I was having my ass eaten. I got a lot of positive responses, so decorum be damned.

Then it was me on my stomach to do some more eating. Then onto all fours for me. I got more tongue in the ass - and then my eight-incher taken into his mouth, from below.

Being on all fours was his idea and for good reason, it turns out. I forget how quick on the trigger he was. He had been stroking himself since we were in the bathroom for my failed piss attempt. So he had been working himself for a while.

I heard him say, "oh fuck, I'm so close...." and then he just BURIED his cock into my hole and pumped off his nut. No notice. No asking. No permission.

Ok...ok.....not like I would have said "no", but the just doing it was completely hot to me. I could feel him pumping his load, which was a bonus.

As quickly as he inserted, he withdrew.

For a second, I thought he might go down and eat his load out of the hole, but I was wrong.

Now all he wanted was to suck my dick....get my load....and show me the door. And all those things happened.

He did have a great mouth but it took some concentration on my part to go over the edge. When I did, I shot big and held him tight. He wanted to pull back, but that wasn't going to happen. He took it all, but struggled with it. Not really my problem.

Before I went, he was on his knees and I ran my cock over top of his head, leaving a trail of spit (his) and cum (mine).

I figure if he left his mark in me, I could leave mine on him.

Fucked - FINALLY!

Honest to g-d, I have not abandoned this blog. The sex life has been nothing but me getting blowjobs which many of you just don't seem to care about when it comes to me. To be honest, they're not horribly exciting to write about either. You know my likes - and what i like it to get fucked. Raw. And I did. Finally.

Some Kind of Spanish Daddy pumped my hole good for about 35 minutes the other night. But let's start from the beginning. He emailed and wanted me to come over and I wanted to be there.

This time there was no third person, which was fine. Another one or two guys would have been more than acceptable, but since I have been weeks without it up the butt, I felt a little out of practice. As it was, I cleaned out at work and headed over. He was waiting for me with only pants on. Those were shed in a matter of seconds. I dropped trou along with the rest of my suit and soon we were standing face to face naked. This would be the point in the story I would normally drop to my knees or be forced to them, but that did not happen this time.

He (still don't know his name) played lightly with my nipples, as he knows how much that turns me on and how much I say 'yes' when a guy does that. He made me put my arms at the back of my head so he could smell and lightly lick my damp pits. It felt nice. He also ran his hands ever so lightly down the sides of my torso, on my shaft, under my balls, across my taint and faintly touching my hole.

Gentle and light touching can be as much of a torture to me and anyone tugging, pinching, groping and punching. Especially if I have to sit / stand there and just take it. The erotic feeling is overwhelming to me.

But there was to be NO sucking this day. He turned me around and bent me over his trusty and ever present ottoman. Without prompting he told me he'd go in easy, as he knows it has been awhile since I've been penetrated. But 'easy' is all relative.

The man is thick and he pushed in with little regard to how any guy below him might feel. Yes, I was able to take it, but believe it or not, as often as you read I get fucked here, I'm still somewhat tight. I guess that comes with no sex for one to two months. The way he did it, I would have pitied (for a second) the lesser experienced bottom.

But I'm telling you - it felt GOOD! It felt right. It felt like it was totally needed - for both of us. He bottomed out soon - and then started pumping.

He kept telling me to loosen up, as he thought I was too tight. I thought guys would like that, but perhaps not. I mean, I was trying to use those muscles to massage his cock, but he wanted an easier in and out motion for him. Not a sloppy fuck, but one easier to pump.

He tried to make his point by lightly smacking my ass. He got positive verbal and non-verbal reactions from me - and a I'm sure a lightbulb went on over his head. He kicked it up a notch by really hitting my ass, full force. Still no negative reaction. I could only imagine (hope?) what his neighbors might hear if they were out in the building hallway. There was no way to disguise that sound. Either of ours.

But after that, little sound from either of us. If nothing else, my experience with men tells me when to shut up and just take the pounding - and I did. The guy is good at fucking, I have to give him that. He did his job and I did mine. But he likes that concentration to take it to the edge and hold it there before going over. .....and I have to let a man do his job, right?

After about 30-35 minutes of fucking (hey - I was bent over the ottoman, looking at his cable box with a clock on it), he pumped harder and faster. With little fanfare, he dumped his two-day old nut up my ass. His ass now, as he was marking it with his seed.

I knelt there for a minute letting it stay up me: his dick and seed, before he pulled out.

This time he insisted I shoot for him. This is not my style, nor did I really think it his. It was my impression he wanted a cumdump and them have them hit the road. I'm built for that.

But to ensure I would be back, I flipped over and stroked my 8" and shot a healthy 8-9 day load on my chest and abs. He was slightly impressed. Maybe more so, but he wasn't willing to give that up to a fucking bottom guy.

After that - he kicked me out.

WorkPlace BJ

So today I was coming back from a noon-time workout at the gym and walking back to the office.

Outside the office I caught sight of some guy who was having a cigarette and he caught sight of me. ...and you know how it is ........'that look'. The one where you just both know.

He was ok looking. Blond brush cut, slim not bad looking. He walked in the building ahead of me and made sure I had seen him and where he was going. I did. The guy walked a maze of hallways, some of which I had never been to.

I had definitely never been to the restroom he took me too. Out of the way, a partition that was between the urinal area and the actual door. So you could hear someone coming, though there would still be very little time to react if necessary.

We both went to the urinals and unzipped. We both hardened in an instant. But you'd also know this guy was a 110% cocksucker. ....and he wasn't worth going to my knees for - because of his so-so cock and I kind of need my job. I didn't give a shit about his job though.

He went to his knees and took my dick in his mouth. He was ok, but I could only smell his fucking cigarette breath and clothing. And his rancid cologne. Oh - and I think I've said before, the only thing worse than cigarettes are menthol cigarettes.

It didn't take long. I didn't give him an option not to take the load. My big fucking load. He wasn't about to risk getting it on me or his suit. He swallowed it all, like a good boy.

Then he got up to jack off at the urinal. I never looked back at him. I zipped up and walked out.

FuckBud FAIL

You all know I was hopeful. MORE than hopeful. Alas, it was not meant to be.

My would-be FuckBud is just that - would-be. We attempted. We got together, but it just didn't click. I should clarify - it did not click for me.

The guy called and I met him for "lunch". Or a matinee.....whatever you crazy kids are calling it these days. We went to his place during the noontime hour for a tryst. FAIL is kind of a strong word for it, but I can't imagine going back for seconds.

He wanted to kiss, which I can be ok with - but he was a bad kisser. I'm a good one, if I say so myself. It didn't help that I think I detected three-day old beef & broccoli on his breath. Left over Chinese food-breath is not a turn-on. No, it is not.

For his being 'selfish' (again, his word), it never, but should have, occurred to me that he might not be a top selfish, but a bottom selfish. But I was blinded by lust and hope and had these ideals of how I wanted to get laid. How I needed to get laid.

The guy, for being newly out, is all (or mostly) bottom. UGH. I mean, it's a great scenario, if I'm the bottom, but you know me and being the top. I can do it, but it's not me - nor will it ever be.

And for his cock that I thought would be huge since it was stiffening nicely, but not all the way up in the shower? Turns out that was it. No 8-9". A nice 7", but I can't say "STIFF". Apparently that is what a prostate biopsy gets you - a semi that can't really get off anymore.

Oh, it's also almost TMI. But I guess it's nice to know that it wasn't me. The perils of being attracted to a man in his mid-50s. But one day I'll be there, but not yet. Not yet.

Oh - and he isn't into reciprocation, so what little I sucked him, he couldn't even feign a moan.

His sucking was subpar too. I think I provided a mercy feeding. I like the guy, but now I don't LIKE him. He used more hand than mouth - and hell, I can wet jack myself off. I assumed he wouldn't take my load either and he did........kind of.

I shot a big load in his mouth and probably overdid it on the vocal theatrics. It probably sounded like I liked it too much. It probably gave him false hope. Oh - and he only held my load in his mouth and then and went and spit it out. He said there was too much to swallow all of it. So because of that he swallowed none of it? It makes no sense.

Then afterwards, he wanted to process the entire thing. Man, did I call this one wrong.

Do I have to go to the gym at different times now?

BJ Town

In this town, it is so much easier to be a top. It is not where my natural tendencies lie, as you already know, but when push comes to shove, one does what one must to empty his nuts.

Case in point - in the last week, I've had my cock sucked three times. THREE times.

Suck job #1 - A guy I normally suck wanted to go down on me. I let him. He was ok, but nothing great. It was not to finish me off, just a break from me sucking him. I did go back to him, but for some unknown reason he pulled out and shot on the floor.

"Did you want that in your mouth?" he asked. My response was, "when have I ever left here without it?" Oy.

#2 was what I would call my regular cocksucker. Imagine - me, a cocksucker, having a cocksucker. He likes to play with my chest when he sucks me. I like it too. But he loves putting his hand in my goatee or taking his hands to feel my feet. If that masculinity stuff helps him, it's ok with me. I don't let him play with himself or get off when I'm there.

I don't when I'm servicing guys, why should he? For as much cock as he sucks he should be better. He's ok but not really good. But he swallows my huge load - so there's that.

The last one was this last Sunday. I went to a park - looking to suck. Alas, it was not to happen. It is the curse of having a big dick.

The guy, who looked like a slightly deranged ex-military guy, was on the edge of the park almost waiting for me...or for some guy, who just happened to be me. We went down an all too familiar path that I've been on - literally and figuratively.

He did have a great mouth. I never asked if he swallowed. I didn't give him the chance. That hand you see on the top of his head was for my control. And I did. I held him on it, and he swallowed.

But I have to get back out there as a cocksucker. Soon.

Cocksucking Video

No - not me, but I'd gladly be on either end of this scene. The guy blowing the feeder is hot and better yet, the eater has a bigggggggggg cock.

Twitter follower Dar474 sent this to me, so he gets the credit.

FuckBud?

I think I just interviewed for the position of FuckBuddy.

Formal, but not too formal – though we were both in suits, so kind of formal. And it was done over a meal. But I’ll back up a little.

Remember the hot guy in the shower? Well on Tuesday night I had another encounter with him – in both the sauna and shower. No words, but 70% erections. Neither of us got to full mast, but what a sight that would have been. The gym was busier than I thought it should be, so I was trying to be discrete.

As I was toweling off, still in the shower area, he rubbed my ass. His discretion was less so than mine.

I went out to dress myself and he soon followed. As it turns out, his locker was right behind mine. He took his time dressing as I sat on the bench with his big fucking dick right in front of me. He knew it. I knew it. But where we were was not conducive to do anything about that – even for a second.

We finished dressing at the same time and walked out together. He asked if I was free for lunch the next day and I accepted. Somewhere during this walk he disclosed his marital status (divorced) and that he knows he could never be in a relationship as he knows he is too selfish. Talk about a match made in heaven!

He was setting me up for the reaction and he got what he needed: someone in it for the fuck.

Lunch was nice and informative. We started on the topic of sex, a bit, deviated to daily life stuff: work, some history of each other and where we were coming from, and then as he said, ‘lets get back to the lurid’.

Divorced with three grown kids, he looks great for a man who came out at 50 (which was six years ago), he is a recovered/recovering drug addict and alcoholic – but I suspect his cross addiction might be sex. Who am I to judge?

He dated/lived with some guy for four years and decided he cannot be monogamous – it is not who he is. If he was looking for a reaction to see my disappointment, he’d get none. He got none. Like me, he does not equate sex with love – though he was careful not to say without emotion.

This is a powerful Italian man. I think most of the things he does is done with emotion, on some level. But if he is selfish, I’m ok with it if that extends to the bed. Knowing what I know about him, he is used to being in charge and getting his way. And now he has a clearer direction of who he is and what he wants from life.

I am one of those things.

Yes….a thing. My words, not his, but I think the intent was clear.

He mentioned watching me in the gym for months and wondering if, how and when to approach. I had seen him, but never would have suspected that he was gay, or that he’d be remotely interested in me. Fail on two levels for me.

I got a big bonus when he mentioned how he thought I had a great body. I mean, he does, so he has an idea. Yes, I’ve been working on mine for months now, but the progress is too slow and gradual for me to see a difference. But someone did….or is talking bullshit to get what he wants. Right now it’s working for me.

So it got down to some logistics. Not the ‘what are you into?’ shit – it never got to that. More like, dates, times, places we would and could do this.

As it turns out, we got some BS out of the way, discussed the interest and viability for a potential partnership and if I was good enough to fill the position – so to speak.

I make no bones about it – but this was an interview to see if I was the candidate of choice, both for him and myself.

I think I’ve just been hired as FuckBuddy.

There is no pay, but the benefits will be totally worth it.

Bred Against a Car

He was in his late 30s – me, I was 16. Underage, but only by the letter of the law. At this point, I knew what I was doing and actively seeking it out.

I was a resourceful guy and by the time I had my driver’s license, I had scoped out places to find dick. There were no adult bookstores where I lived, so they were a good 30-40 minute drive. But as often as I could, I made my way over to those places.

Either I appeared older than I was, or the clerk looked the other way as he collected my $5 for entrance. I suspect the latter, as years later, I pondered to myself that I was more than likely good for business. Friday nights were the busiest – and most convenient for getting away from my house. As soon as I could get over the nerves of walking through that front door, the rest was a breeze.

I think I’ve mentioned here that I always felt lucky to have experiences with MEN. Not boys. Never boys. And that it only occurred to me years later, that some of these men must have thought they were the lucky ones to be able to use a teenager. And make no mistake, they used me, but I used them as well. I was wise beyond my years.

One night, I ended up leaving with this man in his late 30s. We went in his car, leaving mine behind. A foolish thing to do when I reflect upon it, but a 16 year old is run by hormones and hormones alone. Not a whole lot different than a 36 year old, I suppose….or 46….or 56. We’re pigs. Or at least we don’t think with our brains.

He drove me to a deserted parking lot - one used by commuters to catch the train into town. But on a Friday night, the commute is over, the lot empty and black as pitch. It was there he violated me. Twice. Willingly, but still……….

With both of us out of the car, on the passenger side, he had me turn face toward the door, so my body was against the door, my head looking out over the roof of the car. The penetration was slow and deliberate. It was only spit for lube and I had not experienced poppers yet – and would not for another almost 10 years. Outdoors, night, raw, spit – it was about as au natural as you could get.

He continued to sink into me with soft and continual words of encouragement, but the reality was, he wanted in and the encouragement he was giving was for his own benefit. It’s so easy to see these things later in life. I probably knew then too, but it wasn’t at the front of my mind.

The guy went in and bottomed out, pressing me between himself and his car. It didn’t last long, that first time – about five minutes before he told me he was going to cum and then proceeded to dump his nut in my teen ass. After a minute or so he slipped out and I was there with my jeans around my knees but not moving fast to get them back up and buckled. Even out here, for potentially any to see, I felt safe – with no good reason. He had put himself away.

We chatted for a few minutes about what just happened. He chatted mostly. He asked my age, I lied. He asked if I liked it, I didn’t lie. He told me he loved it and how tight it was. I’d now like to know if he would have been more turned on if he knew I wasn’t legal or scared shitless. At the time, he was turned on by what he didn’t know.

I went to hike my pants up and he stopped me by putting both hands on my shoulders. “Not yet”, he said. Without another word he turned me back to being against the door, my ass sticking out. Never hearing the zipper go down, I soon felt that is must have, as his hard dick was back at my hole. This time he needed less effort to push in me and took more time fucking me.

The grunts were louder, the non-worded verbals were more frequent. The metal on the car was cold, his flesh was hot. The fucking got harder. Harder than when he started and a lot harder than the first go-round. He pounded me against the car – no one to see, no one to hear. He added his load to the first one. They co-mingled and stayed in me.

This time he didn’t wait for it to slip out, he pulled out and zipped up. I got myself together too. I almost thought he might leave me there – a mile from my car, but he drove me back. I considered going back in to see who else was there, but I knew I had to get home – I had a curfew.

Bred in a Car

He had a mullet and a Suzuki Samurai – if that tells you anything.

It was years ago, right around this time of the season. There was a park, or really an outdoor athletic facility that consisted of 42 baseball fields, which got converted into football fields in fall. Lots of intramural play happened here, but during the weekdays, it was nothing more than a cruising ground.

There were “roads” that took you to whichever area of the park had the field you were looking for. Since multiple cars would show up to carry the amateur athletes, there were just places to park – whether to play or when I’d show up, to score dick. When there was sporting shit, there were tons of cars. When it was cruising, usually only a dozen or so were there – depending on day or evening.

On this cold afternoon, you could count the cars on one hand. His being one. Mine being one. I went to this park quite often and had a usual routine. I’d scout out a site to park my car and see others driving around and they’d come check me out. It seemed to make more sense than trying sync cars as they continued to drive and drive. I used the same technique at a bookstore or bar. It’s not that I thought they should all come to me – that I’m that hot – it’s that if one is stationery it just makes it easier to connect.

He pulled up next to me. Backed in even. I was that way too. It made it easier to see who was approaching, be it either a potential trick, or the law. There was the requisite nodding of the head to acknowledge each other and then the rolling down of the windows to make chit-chat in the ever-dropping temperatures. I was invited over. I accepted.

Chat lead to dirty chat. That led to I’ll show you mine, you show me yours. That invariable led to his hand on the back of my head pushing me down into his lap. I gave little, if any resistance. No surprise.

He had a nice body, a great face and a nice 7.5” dick. Thin, but still more than a mouthful. As it turns out, it fit nicely there – among other places. His hand still at my head, he used the leverage to hold me down to push up his hips. I met his thrusts, not that he was giving me much of a choice. Maybe he got off on the scene, I did, but in reality I had no intention of going anywhere.

Considering our surroundings, I was surprised at the turn of events. Yes, my pants were open and down so I could play with myself. So were his – but so I could play with himself.

For the life of me I have no idea how it happened. Sun had set so it was dark. This guy had me recline my seat as far back as it would go and somehow he got me on my belly. If you’ve been in a Samurai, they aren’t the easiest things to maneuver in. The gear shift is on the floor, neither of our pants were fully off, but before I knew it, he was on top of me pushing his 7.5” into my ass.

I didn’t try to stop him.

But in the back of my mind, I knew we were now facing away from any one who might approach. The car was still facing forward, but my ass was facing out and my face looking out the back window.

It wasn’t a long fuck, but longer than you might think in that situation. 10 minutes maybe. It was hard. He was hard on me. The situation kind of lent itself to that. This was no, ‘how does that feel’ kind of encounter. This was, ‘I’m gonna fuck the hell out of that hole and flood that ass’.

…and that is exactly what he did.

Violent movements in and out of me until he just stopped. No words. No sounds. He just stopped moving and let it go into me – all his white liquid.

Without a word he pulled out and rolled over to his drivers seat. And what he did next was priceless: as I was trying to get myself together, he reached over and opened my door. He was done with me. In every way.

Shower Time

No sex. Not yet.

It's coming - and it's been coming for a few weeks. Me and a guy from the gym have been building up to it, of this I'm sure. I see him on Tuesday and Thursday evenings.

He is a hotter, potentially older Italian male. And he has a big cock!

Normally after my evening workouts I just head home, but he had a locker next to me and disrobed for a sauna. Even flaccid, this dick is mighty impressive. MIGHTY. ...and he saw me look. It's ok, I'm not that shy.

So this last Tuesday, I planned to take a sauna and shower. As I was getting there, he was headed into the shower, so my plans changed and I hit the shower. We were the only two in there - and it is communal so no real privacy if anyone else came in.

He'd soap and look at me. Each time he'd find me looking back at him. Our eyes didn't really meet as both sets were looking a bit lower. He was stiffening and so was I. Soaping. Tugging. Lengthening. Thickening.

The door opened and someone else was coming in, so backs were turned into the spray and eventually I left to towel off - holding my towel to cover my expanding dick. Neither of ours got to full erection.

If my estimates are correct, this man has 8 or maybe 9 inches. And it's thick. Double bonus.

We chatted as we changed and walked out to the parking lot together talking about work etc. In the middle of it, he throws out "thanks for the show. for months i've been wondering what it looked like."

I told him "you didn't see the entire shower" His reply? "neither did you!"

We are now planning on play.

Daddy & the Surfer

So, the guy on Monday be damned, I found what I needed and wanted – in spades. It was a good Wednesday.

If you remember the greek/Italian daddy guy with the 8” thick dick I blogged about here and here, was up for another round. For a dick like that, I usually am too.

After I prepped and left the office to go over, he called and asked if I would mind if two other tops would be there. I’ll assume the question was rhetorical, but I answered anyways. Affirmatively, in case you had a question.

Daddy goes on to tell me that one has a 12” dick (yikes!) and one is a muscle guy with about 8”…maybe 7” (it was the latter). They were supposed to be there when I arrived.

I was buzzed in and told the door was unlocked. I went in, not sure what to expect. Yeah, I’m kind of a slut, so the chances of me having been fucked by one of these guys was good – or at least knowing them. That would have to wait.

I pushed open the door and it was just Daddy and myself. The 12” guy backed out and the other guy wasn’t there yet. No problems. To be fair, 12 inches sounds great in theory, but the assault on my ass………I dunno. Let’s face it, 12” is about 4-6 more inches than most guys have. It’s like double cock. I’ve had an 11”er before, but that’s another story.

I stripped down and then Daddy did the same. I sucked his cock a bit – see?


Then I ate his ass a bit – see?


I smiled when he asked, “do you eat ass?” DO I? Again with what I assume are rhetorical questions. I answered, but this time just with my tongue. I was lying back on his ottoman and he was squatting over my face. It was a hairy ass but it tasted so great. Clean yet musky. All man. He loved how I worked my tongue up his tight top hole. You could tell there has never been anything more than a finger up there…if that.

The buzzer rang and he released the entrance door five stories down. He came back to my face and that’s how the new guy found us. Some unknown to him – eating hole. He couldn’t see me. I couldn’t see him – partially because I had my face in ass, but I had also taken off my glasses when I came in and my vision was a little blurry.

When I did see him, I was a little in awe. He was muscular, and smooth and blonde. A grown-up/aging surfer-dude. Most things that are not my type. He had a great body and a nice cock. I also knew him…or of him. I had seen him on ManHunt before, but one of those that seem to be unapproachable, so I never reached out….so to speak.


“Suck his cock”, I heard Daddy say. I sat up and took this guy’s dick into my mouth and into my throat. He loved it. They were talking about my cocksucking abilities – like I wasn’t even there, which is perfect. Daddy then started playing with this guy’s chest. I mean, how could you not? He had a perfect chest and great nipples. Even I reached up as I was sucking to feel the entire upper torso.

I pulled off and asked if he wanted his ass eaten, he was back around over my mouth in a heartbeat. He had a nice ass too. Great for eating. And smooth. The buns, the crack, the hole. It was like eating a 12 year old’s ass……..I’ve heard!!!!


“Do you wanna fuck him?”, was the question from Daddy’s mouth. “Oh yeah”, was the response. “On all fours, boy”. So I got on all fours, or really bent over the ottoman so he’d have a good angle.

Being the good boy, I never looked behind me. But what went in me was not the muscle guy’s cock, this I knew. Daddy pushed his fat cock up into my hole ‘to open me up’, as he put it to the other guy standing behind him.

After I adjusted, it felt so good in there. Raw, oiled up and going deep. He knows how to open me up. But I knew he’d pull out and he did, but it didn’t take long to get refilled. Surfer boy needed some fluffing to get him harder and he snapped on a cockring, but after that he was good to go.

I was butt up and hands down so he could come at me from behind. I would have loved to see his face while he was boning me, but that was not his preference and let’s face it, the way the scene was going, it was all about depersonalizing me. I was a place to put a cock. Or two.

Surfer slid up into me with no problem. He wasn’t huge and he was tapered just right. The fact that big dicked Daddy went in first did not hurt – so to speak. Surfer was a good fucker. But I could also tell the pre-play had gotten him going – maybe too much so. I wanted it to last, but I wasn’t sure he could. He seemed very hot on the trigger.

He’d push in and hold it there. He’d pull back and hold it. I think even the idea of pumping my ass would have made him explode. But there comes a time that just sitting there with a dick in you and no movement isn’t productive either and there isn’t always turning back the tide.

I started using my muscles to massage his shaft. He responded. He would flex and he started moving again. He also told Daddy that he was so close. Daddy told him to just let it go. And he did. The pounding started and then the grunting. So did the spasming of his shaft.

Many times one cannot feel himself being flooded with cum. This was not one of those times. I could feel it come out of him and into me. I could feel the warmth. It was more than warm actually, it was hot. He kept fucking instead of just burying the bone and unloading. But when he was done done – he then buried the bone to the hilt.

As soon as he pulled out, Daddy was behind him. He wanted to feel that hot load as lube. He wanted to tag-team that hole. My hole. Their hole.

Surfer stood there watching Daddy sink his big prong up my ass. “Niiiiiiiice” he said to Daddy. “Oh yeah, I feeling your load and pushing it deeper – it feels so good”. Once again, I wasn’t even part of the equation when it came to the conversation.

Daddy fucked me and fucked me hard. There was little chance of him going off too early. He pumped. Surfer watched….for a while. He moved to start gathering his things, as one is apt to do after they ejaculate. Guys are guys and usually when they are done – they are DONE.

When he went into the other room to get his stuff, I told Daddy to fuck me harder and to cum up my ass – especially while the other guy was still there. I wanted to make a show of it for the surfer stud.

Gladly, Daddy pummeled my ass to get his sperm on. The grunting and groaning could be heard by Surfer in the other room who came back to watch. Daddy pushed Surfer’s cum deeper and then added his own. No words. Just grunts. From both of us. Surfer watched silently.

Daddy ended up sliding out of me and I went torso/abs down on the ottoman while they talked about restaurants like I wasn’t even in the room. Surfer thanked Daddy and shook his hand. He never said what he was thanking him for, but let’s face it, we all know why he was being thanked. I wasn’t even acknowledged. It’s not a bad thing. It just was.

The door was shut. I had a minute to compose myself before my boxer briefs were tossed my way. The message was clear. We were done for the night.

Fail

I hate it when fucks go bust.

I should always trust my instincts, but my dick and twitching hole always gets the better of me. I don't learn from my mistakes and I'm guessing I probably never will at this point. That whole - old dog/new tricks thing, and all.

I also know writing this puts me deeper on someone's shit list, as I know he reads my blog. For the most part, he's one of the few who has had sex with me and knows about this blog (not that I pointed it out, mind you). But you guys also know, I tell the good with the bad. I'm not a blogger who only writes how hot and great his sessions are. That just seems unrealistic to me.

But back to the post.....

Years ago I fucked around with this guy and it just kind of dropped off. Yes, the posts are somewhere back there if you want to read them, but I won't point them out to you. You're smart, if you search the achieves you'll figure it all out on your lonesome. Anyway, he'd drop out of sight and pop back up here and there to basically torture me - not physically or anything, just mentally, if that.

He was a good fucker - and I'll give him that. But on some levels we could not (or did not) connect. He'd seem interested and then drop me before we did anything. Or he'd contact me and then never follow-up. And I always let myself get drawn back in - most likely due that 'he's a good fucker' comment earlier.

So for the last few weeks we've been doing the 'let's fuck' dance. And yesterday we made the attempt.

I get to his place and he's there on his couch stroking his dick through his open 501s. It's still soft and surprisingly small when it is. But it grows to a nice size - no?


Well my mouth helped it get to that size. I liked hearing him moan when I would make my tongue dance on the underside of the shaft. I find most guys really respond to it. While I was down there he muttered, "did you miss this?".

I hated to admit it, but I did. When all aligns, his attitude and his cock can be very hot.

Then it was on to ass eating. Him bent over his bed, me on my knees behind him.

That's always been a big thing for him - and you all know I like to do it. The butt was a little funky, but nothing I haven't delved into before. He had a hard time just taking the ass licking/eating. Always with the clenching and pushing back. It's not like I was going anywhere - and I thought he wanted my tongue up there. "Just relax", I told him. And he did - for all of 30 seconds.

He straightens himself up and says, "it's time for fucking". Thank god. This is what I was waiting for. Wanting. Needing.

Then he says, ".....but I'm covering it."

This bothered me for any number of reasons. We had never played this way before. Nor was playing raw ever up for discussion, so playing bagged wasn't even on the radar. Not only that, he clearly intended for bagged play, but in the dozens (yes, DOZENS) of emails he sent during the day - and even the weeks before that - it could have and should have come up.

If he thought in not telling me, he was going to keep me there because I'm in such need, he was wrong.

He lost control of the situation quickly. I said 'no'. He said, "I call the shots here". And I'm like, "no - not this time.". "Well stay and suck me." By this time, I had my suit jacket, my phone and keys.

He said, "see ya". My response was, "no. no you won't."

I might get played by guys like this for their needs, but I need something from it too. But I'm a strong willed and strong minded guy. I didn't get out of work early, travel across town to get that kind of fuck. It's not my thing.

I hadn't even made it to the car when he called. I declined the incoming call and let it roll to voice mail. I don't know the exact wording of his message. Why I listened in the first place is beyond me. But it was almost identical to the email me left me a bit later:

I guess all I can say is sorry. I'll make sure not to bother you any longer.

Yes, he contacted me twice to tell me he wasn't going to bother me any longer.

And now I had to drive home with his ass on my goatee.

Sex on a Train

I can't even take credit for this. RL tweeted the URL and it is just a nice, hot vid clip of two guys getting it on, on a train.

What you see above is just a screen capture from the video - which you can view here.

Yeah, they are hot guys. Yeah, they are NICE cocks. ...but fuck do I love public sex. I could so see me doing something like this and taking the risks.

It'd be totally worth it.

Totally!

Top to Bottom

There are disappointments in life - then there are DISAPPOINTMENTS.

Clearly, I've "slept" with 100s of men. I hear you laughing. But if you multiply 27 by 100, it is still 100s of men. twenty seven hundred. I can probably count on fingers and toes how many of those actually included sleep.

So it is not small feat when I say how sad it is when one of the hottest encounters I have had with a man has gone so badly.

This is a salt & pepper cigar man, Harley man, leather man, inked man. The epitome of hyper-masculine. That he has an average sized dick means nothing. NOTHING. He knew how to use it and as you've seen here before, he knew how to use his brain and mouth, which makes the dick just.......there. It's rarely the cock that gets me off. It's the attitude.

We had been chatting for years after I saw his pics somewhere on line. Way before sexual/social networking sites existed. So it was fun to find out he lived less than an hour from me. It took us forever but we finally hooked up. Once. And only once.

He opted for the baths. Sigh. Fine. Not my favorite but I went and paid. As I was getting my towel and all, I saw him there already - and he saw me. You could see he was glad I didn't bail on him. It was understood that I would get and pay for the room. I was there for him.

And I was. We did so much in those few hours. I sucked, I swallowed. I ate his ass. I took his spit - in my mouth and on my face. I took his cock up my ass - twice, along with his loads.

Then he wanted a break. I wasn't sure what the expectations were. Was this a date? Were we free to see other people? I showered anyway - and I lost him. Gone.

I had paid my fee and had the room, fuck it if I weren't going to take advantage of it - and be taken advantage of. I eventually found a man who was pretty hot and he was back in my room fucking the hell out of me when there was a knock on the door.

I knew who it was, but the stranger fucking me didn't. Lover? I'm sure he thought. But with no words, I reached over (this other guy's cock still up my ass) and turned the knob on the door. "Steve" kind of seemed surprised to see this, though he wasn't turned off. Was I supposed to just wait for him? Clearly I didn't.

He talked the guy through fucking me. And fucking me hard.......and harder. He "gave permission" for the guy to put his spunk up my hole. He did too. That was three loads up there so far.

Stranger-guy was a little weirded out and left immediately. That was ok, because Steve punched right up my ass and into that warm load. It wasn't long before he left #4 (three of those were his anyway) up in my gut.

Then he had me get on my knees and lick him clean. Gladly, I thought.

Steve and I have had several aborted attempts at getting together since - and this has been a long while. So color me surprised (and disappointed) when I got a message from him via ManHunt after asking how he was doing:

Steve: got some pals to rape my throat?

Me: i don't. have you become some kind of a big bottom? : )

Steve: yea I have been a big btm whore/slut - that work with you?

I pained me to say it - and type it - but I had to tell him it didn't work with or for me. By nature, I'm not a top and I had seen him and experienced him in a certain way. A way I wanted to experience him.

Fuck, it seems I always have to fight for the bottom, and when you get a man like this who'll do it, what chance do us average guys have?

At least we'll always have the baths!

Exile

It would happen almost everytime I went to this leather bar. ...but I'll back up a bit.

Not so shockingly, I have always led this double life. Nice upstanding friend, worker, family member, but underneath it all, I have always been a pig. And I do mean always. At least when you start with my sex life. From the word 'go', as a teen, I was uncontrollably horny. but unlike most teens, I found outlets for that - and as it turns out, men in their 20s, 30s and 40s like teen aged boys. Willing ones. Who knew?

So in my 20s, I would go to gay bars with my friends. You know - the dance ones. The S&M ones: stand & model. I'd say it bored the every loving shit out of me, but it served a purpose I suppose. Invariably, I'd leave my friends and head to a leather bar for the last hour of the night. They thought I either found someone or would have gone home.

While my mind fit in at the leather bar, my body and choice of clothes seemed out of place. Now and again, I'd meet someone and we'd go fuck, but normally it was a place to grab the last two beers of the evening and take in the sights. But after a while, it became something else.

One guy was always there. One guy who struck my fancy....and I guess I his. In the scenario I am about to describe - and the dozen or so repeating times with him, never a word was spoken. Ever.

He was always in full leather, save his denim under his chaps. Tall, built and handsome, he probably could have had his pick of anyone in the bar. The more I observed him, the more I noticed he didn't seem that interested in anyone there, nor did I find anyone attempting to get his attention. Except me. I like to think I was subtle, but I probably was not.

We'd catch glances and he'd make sure he caught my gaze and walk into the small, dark and dank restroom. It was only a minute or so before I entered. He'd be standing at the toilet with his cock out. A nice sized 7" dick. Just standing, and stroking with his leather-gloved hand.

I make my way and sit on the can, right in front of him, and take him into my mouth and all the way down to the buttons on his jeans. One gloved hand finds the back of my head - at least for a few minutes. Before long, I'm standing, my back to him, my pants around my ankles, me leaning over the toilet.

It doesn't take a genius (on your parts) to know where this is going. Where it went, was right up my ass. He fuck - silently. I'd take it - quietly. We both had our jobs, we both had our roles.

Naturally, it was a bathroom, so guys would come in. Some would watch. Some would mutter nasty things as they watched. Some guys came in to piss and were just annoyed at the crowd or lack of accommodations. Never once were we stopped. Never once did anyone step up to take his place after he was done.

Only once did he not finish in my ass. That one time, he pulled out, unloaded onto his gloved hand and put it in front of my mouth. I dutifully cleaned it off and shined up that glove with my tongue. The rest of the times, he'd silently unload in me. Maybe his face told the story, but his mouth never did.

By the time I'd pull my pants back up and leave the restroom, he was gone. Gone from the restroom. Gone from the bar.

It almost became a game for both of us. It was fun while it lasted.

One Man. Two Loads. My Ass.

So it happened again, though this time it was a much more calculated event.

I know - and usually I'm such an above-board kind of guy.

The guy I went to a month or so back who had a home gloryhole, but ended up fucking me, well..........I went back. The only talk was about another blowjob (which btw, he didn't even finish the first time!), but I think we both know what would happen if I showed back up.

He knew when I was coming over and I assumed he was ready for me, as his downstairs door was unlocked and his upstairs door was wide open. I walked in to where his gloryhole was set up before but nothing. I looked the other way and he was "asleep" on his bed. He seemingly awakened with a jolt, but didn't really look that sleepy.

He got out of bed, walked over, grabbed my cock through my suit and led me back to his bedroom.

The mouth felt good on the underside of my shaft, after he took it out of my zipper and got on his knees. I sat back on the bed to let him get to my nuts, but less than secretly, I wanted his tongue to travel lower.....to my taint.....then past it....right to the target.

As it turns out, he didn't quite get the hint, or didn't care to. While he did go lap at my balls, per my instructions, he shucked his boxers while down there too. He also took off my dress shoes and pulled my suit pants and boxer briefs right off me and threw them in a heap in the corner of his room.

This guy, "Tony", is kind of large, chest and belly wise. Larger than I normally go for. The one thing no large about him is his dick. It's kind of thick, but about 6" long. I went back not because he threw a great fuck, but because I needed one and because he had a foul mouth and an aggressive attitude. By now you should have picked up on the fact that those things will get you much farther with me than a hot face, body or big dick. Mind you - if you have ALL of that, well........................

He stood back up to suck my dick, as I was leaning back on the bed, my legs still spread from his ball eating. But with his shorts off, he was positioned well. He just raised an eyebrow to me - as if asking if it were ok to proceed.

Verbally I replied, "you didn't really think I came here to get my cock sucked, did you?" He grabbed the lube.

I never know what it is about guys who have so much trouble finding the hole. Yes, I have a lot of hair down there, but it is not like the thing is all grown over. Or the guys who think it's in, when it's still two inches away from the opening, and then I'm always the one to tell them "you're not in". It makes them feel self conscious and makes me feel a little bad for them.

By the fourth time of missing, I laid back a little more and spread my cheeks as far as they would go and exposing that tunnel of love as much as it could be. He found it with no problem this time. Sank right in. He loved it. Probably more than I did, but it was nice to have a warm shaft inside me.

With no regards to his downstairs neighbors, he went into full-fuck mode. Bed squeaking and creaking. Loud grunts. If he didn't care, why should I?

As I always do, I used my muscles to massage the shaft (his) and you could see his reaction that he was loving it. He pumped and pumped. I squeezed and squeezed. After about 15 minutes of this, he just could not hold back anymore. He looked down on me and used a hand to bring firmly to my throat - and squeezed a bit. He was a man on a mission and within a minute of exerting his dominance, he let his load loose in my ass.

I really set him off when doing that of squeezing with my hole even more.

Tony stayed in me while I continued on with my internal manipulation of his shaft. He love it. So much so, that he stayed erect and told (yes, told!) me he was gonna fuck me until he shot another load.

Who was I to argue?

He pumped as hard as the first time - if not harder. He grabbed my throat more often and harder than at ejaculation the first time. Seeing that he didn't get a negative reaction from me, I think gave him some license to be rougher. I was down with it - even though I didn't say a word.

I'd tell him to 'fuck me', he'd tell me to 'shut the fuck up'. I don't think he was really that nasty - I took it more that he had to concentrate to knock that second load out of him and into me. I've never been a multiple cummer like that, so I can at least appreciate the work that goes in to firing it off and the build up to it.

He mentioned how much easier it was to fuck my hole, I'm assuming because he had already lubed it once from the inside. The fuck too longer than the first one, but it's not like he was ripping me open with his size, so I could take it.

As he fucked me, like last time, he talked of a 9" buddy he wanted to see fuck me and this time he added the buddy wants to fuck me - so they've talked. I'm not holding my breath - but it would be nice and you know I don't mind an audience.

Tony picked up the pace and I knew he was close so I verbally encouraged him to finish what he started. And he did. Or as he said, he was 'spraying my guts'. Worked for me.

The guy was still hard for a while after that and made sure he kept plunging what cum was there up farther into my ass. A nice touch. I thought he might want to go for round 3 but I'm not sure either of us were up for it.

Then he wanted me to blow my load. Eh. I'm ok with that, but when I get fucked, my mind is sated. My body doesn't need to be. But he kept insisting. He wanted me to blow it all over him. I declined.

He was adamant and how I shouldn't talk back to him. But I'm an uppity bottom with top-like tendencies (even if I can't really act on them well). I told him my load doesn't get wasted like that. It's in a hole, or nowhere at all.

He went to his knees. I knew it wouldn't take me long. And it did. I held his shaved head tight against my abs as I pumped a nice sized load into his mouth. I told him to keep on swallowing and he did.

I let him go and then grabbed my clothes.

With two loads of sperm in my ass, I left and drove home with a pseudo-promise of a fuck with him and his buddy. We'll see.

BJ Device

Normally it is not my style to just post random pics without stories.

And normally, I'm not into restraining gear. I do well on my own and usually have no intention of going anywhere and just doing the task at hand (or mouth or ass).

But I did see this on ManHunt and seriously considered getting it.

Again, I don't need this to keep my mouth open for a throat-assault, but how hot would it be for some random guy to show up and see me in it?

I think even the most conservative feeder would eventually be turned on and it would put ideas into his head - some of which he didn't even know he was capable of. At least that would be the intent.

The picture, the thought, the possibilities just makes me hard as a rock.

heBLASTSinside

You know I don't go way out of my way to promote other bloggers - now and again I do.

And you know if I like a blog, I add it to my blogroll. I never add them thinking it will get me more traffic (though if it does.....so be it...), but because I like their tales, their tails or their writing style. It's got to speak to me.

Not much more speaks to me than my newest add: iBLASTinside.

He started following me on Twitter and I returned the favor.

I don't know I inspired him to start a blog in the last few weeks, but he has. Mind you - he had a number of his stories already published out there on other sites and transferred them over to his blog, making for an instant back-log of writings to read for most (I'd already consumed most of those).

Our Twitter exchanges led to some email exchanges and with him I have a kindred spirit. And evil spirit to be sure, but kindred none the less. He's honest about what he does and who he is - mentally and physically. Like me. We both might even be a tad bit hard on ourselves, but I think that works to our advantage.

Check him out - at his blog or in Twitter.

Another Load Up My Butt

I do like when things turn around for me - sexually. Naturally for that to happen, I have to turn around - and bend over. But that's good for me. It's good for them. Ultimately, it is good for you, at least if you're a regular follower of this blog.

It's not a new guy, but Mr. Italian or some kind of Spanish who wanted another shot at me. Yes, pun fully intended. The plan was for another guy to be there also to tap my ass in tag-team fashion, but he canceled at the last minute. Me, being me, wondered if he was ever truly scheduled at all.

But I didn't really care. This daddy has a great cock - see ????

...and it isn't even fully hard in this here picture.

I love when a top tries to assert his power and leaves holes in logic a mile wide. "Bring lube!" he texts me. I'm already on the way - and coming from work. I do not have lube with me (I know - I'm a badly prepared bottom without some kind of trick bag in my car!) and tell him I'll have to stop for some but I'll be delayed. The response back is "no delays!!!!"

Bud - you can't have it one way or the other. The next message is, "I have lube". Whatever dude.

I dial the code to get buzzed in and head up to 507. One knock and the door opens. No ceremony, not fuss - I drop my pants and take my dress shirt off. I don't even start by sucking his cock but by laying back on this towel-covered ottoman.

He insisted on using what "little lube" he had left to grease MY dick up.

I didn't want that to happen for a number of reasons - the main one being I didn't want to be tempted to stroke a nice oil-based lubed cock while getting fucked. I didn't want to be the one to cum, though he said he wanted to see me get off.

I know it is unreasonable, but I find the tops power to be diminished when he gives me the permission or wants me to cum. As with this guy, I found the scene to be - he gets off and he kicks me out. Period. I'm not looking for something more.

That being said - it makes for a good picture, but because I do have a nice cock. I can see why other guys want to suck it or bend over for it. I wish it were more of my deal, but it is not.

Mr. Italian did want me to suck him some. So I obliged. That is what I'm there for.

It was hard to suck him and use my camera at arm's length to get this half-assed shot, but in reality, I was never going to show you more anyway. You know I have lips, a chin and facial hair, but you've always known that. And usually when you see that, you see a prick in my mouth.

Soon I was lying back on the ottoman, but he wanted me on all fours. But this time I wanted to be on my back. Yeah, I'm a pushy bottom. He gave in and gave it to me.

I'll give him this, Daddy is always right. The position was a bit uncomfortable for me, not from my back or angle, but man he fucked hard that way and I think since I defied him a bit on which way to get fucked, he was making me pay the price. After about 20 minutes of this......

...we both realized he wasn't going to get off this way. He pulled out, went and opened a window, re-greased up and had me bend over the way he wanted me in the first place.

Invariably, it was a better position for both of us. My flexibility allowed me to have my ass up, my shoulders down and even take my hands to the floor to brace myself for the onslaught that was his fucking style.

From this angle I could also look over my left shoulder a bit up into a series of three wall mirrors and see his face in pure bliss as he pumped my butt. He was loving it and concentrating at the same time. He wanted to come and in our original angle, he wasn't hitting his spots or strides.

I made sure to use my muscles to massage that shaft of his, and I could tell he would respond to that - with verbals and non-verbals.

He is verbal when he comes, but not with words. More with sounds. That's ok. I knew I was getting it anyway. And I got a big load. The kind you could just feel. And like last time, he never paused to let it shoot - he just keep pushing it in with each thrust and the continual fucking.

Like last time, he pulled out and like I walked in, in reverse, I grabbed my pants and shirt and put them on with almost no words and I was out the door. About the only thing missing was the $50 left on the dresser for me.

I'll be back as long as he'll have me back. Here's hoping he has those friends who want to dump their nut too.